Dear friend:- You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Tuesday, February 13, 2018
intoxicate my heart
Before you
had a name -
before you had
a clothing –
before you had
a belief system
you were fresh –
you were heart and
Soul –
You were innocent -
you were a rose
that has just opened –
you were
intoxicating fragrance -
I want to see
that in you again
I want you to
return to that
state again when
the light in your
eyes inspired
the solar system.
I want to be intoxicated
by you again.
please be wine
and intoxicate my heart -
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