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.
Monday, August 12, 2019
cliche
Abandon all cliche
my dear-
they have
no life -
Why walk on
a tired road?
When
Inside your heart
there is an ancient
freshness that
Knows no beginning
or end
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