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, July 29, 2025
Perfume of light
At any given moment
the world can give up on you
because you might fail to meet
its expectations.
Please my dear friend,
continue to be close
to the peace in your heart.
That is your resting ground.
In your attempt to make
everyone happy,
the flute in your mouth
will suffer and
you will make yourself
unhappy,
remember you have not
come here as a person.
who fixes broken
promises -
you have come here
as a wagon that
carries a perfume of
light.
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