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.
Thursday, March 7, 2019
Bees
Bees
start making honey
when they remember
why they are here –
stop struggling
my dear friend –
just remember
yourself –
that is all
you are
required to
do –
to remember yourself
on a regular basis –
then what has been
broken and wounded
heals –
what has been hiding
will be revealed -
what was closed
will open.
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