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
weight on your shoulder
You carry weight
on your shoulder –
the world tells you
that is your shoulder –
it does not say it is
weight
and you believe–
and yet deep inside
something in
you want to drop
the weight and fly –
on the outside,
you want to argue
and fight with existence –
from inside,
you know love -
you long for acceptance –
you long for total surrender -
from outside,
you identify with
the noise in your mind
and you think you are
that noise,
deep inside, you
know you are silence –
from outside,
you love playing
hide and seek -
and yet in your heart,
you want to be found
You really want to be
found -
the whole world
wants to be found
not matter how
cozy your
hiding place is –
no matter how
you enjoy the
game -
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