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, October 22, 2024
If I were you
If I were you,
my dear friend,
I will be quiet
and work on myself.
I will forgive anyone
who has forgotten his
sacred qualities.
If I were you, I will
speak only when
my tongue catches
the fire of grace
otherwise I will be still
like a mountain top.
If I were you, my dear,
I will surrender to love
because east and west,
north and south
meet in my heart.
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