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.
Friday, May 31, 2019
sing
Sing
not only
when
you are
happy –
not only
when you
are awarded.
Sing when
you are sad –
Sing when
you are
hurt and
wounded –
ask yourself
Who is hurt
and who is
addicted
to hurt?
Ask yourself
who is wounded –
and who is waiting
to be wounded?
who is carrying
the would
and not ready
to put it
down -
My dear
Sing when your
heart is broken,
when you
are lost –
remember
that your
own songs are
medicines
to heal
your
inner ruins –
That is what
birds teach
us every
day.
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