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, April 24, 2019
it is only a belief
It is only
a belief
to be born -
to grow up -
to change -
and to die –
religions
told us –
cultures
told us
people we
met and have
not yet met
told us
and we
believed –
we believed
we are
mortals.
And we lived
In great fear -
we did not
know that
we contain
something
glorious
glowing
deep in our
chest that
is beyond
death and
birth –
something
eternal
and ancient
and timeless.
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