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.
Saturday, April 7, 2018
ten thousand mornings
Grace
does not need
your hard work.
it moves independently
of your concerns –
you don’t have to know how it
actually operates.
Your responsibility
is to leave your door
totally wide
open and let it blow
away your roof
then the nakedness of the
pure sky joins
with your own nakedness –
the language of the hidden
cosmos becomes
your language –
dimension of a new
silence is born
out of your ribs
and your radiate
like ten thousand
mornings.
Friday, April 6, 2018
your everyday performance
You are free
when your everyday performance
is not based on a desire for a prize –
when whatever you do is ...
simply responding
to the eloquent dance
of existence.
Friday, March 16, 2018
why rush
why avoid
hard times?
why run
away from
ordeals?
why come to
a conclusion
to soon?
why rush to
blame someone
or to give up?
everything
is working
together
to polish you.
fly
Fly
to wherever direction
your heart is moving –
Let nothing stop you.
You are not here to scramble
over the limited resource of the
earth –
you are here to keep the
eternal truth alive -
to burst into a thousand suns
and light up the darkness of
Human shadow.
Saturday, March 10, 2018
karmic debt
Relax now.
there is a fire
that ignites itself
when you live fearlessly
and wholeheartedly -
that can burn
your past including
the accumulation of
your karmic debt -
everyday splendor
Everyone
and everything,
even winds and
sparrows
want to kiss
the lips that
trembles with
wonder,
the lips that
part only to sing
of everyday
splendor
and gratitude -
being aware
being
aware does not
mean to be superman -
it simply means
to be a silent
mountain while
a storm spins
around you.
it means
reading
these poem
exactly as it is,
not trying to
have opinion
about it.
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