I never imagined that one night it would be Paul in Abu Dhabi and the very next night would be my poetry recital.
One never really knows where each path takes us.
It is beautiful to see that words sung and words recited can bring people together in some sort of harmony for a moment an hour or even possibly a life time.
I hope to be part of that movement of touching people with words that have carried light to my heart.
A recitation is the first step. Then i have to learn to sit quietly for a while. Sit quietly on my gentle rock which carries my name from the day of birth till it sits on my grave.
I must also learn to sit next to people with wounds that show and those hidden inside. The wounds have words, i want to learn to hear those calls.
Thanks to all the people who give voice to words otherwise sleeping and never heard and never able to heal.
Gratitude to the source of it all… the light from the sun and the moon and the sun with in.
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