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.
Wednesday, February 27, 2019
When you follow the mob
When you follow
the mob, you cannot
find yourself -
the infinite magic
that you are is not found
in the crowd,
nor in what is already
familiar to your senses –
Instead it lies within the
unexplainable vastness
of the hidden reality,
the deepest ocean lying
within the heart of
all creation -
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