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.
Tuesday, May 5, 2020
the grass was greener
I went for
my evening walk -
The grass was greener today -
it did not even rain.
birds sang eloquently.
Trees stretched their long
arms to hug each other.
It looks like they have
not heard about social
distancing.
some trees were woven
into each other in such
a manner that light could
pass through them.
On one particular tree,
lizards were courting.
nature is effortless and
graceful. I did not see
anyone struggling or
trying to be nice.
a squirrel does not
try to be a rabbit
they are just
themselves ---
by simply looking
at nature closely,
our heart opens and we
learn so much about
ourselves.
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