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we deeply appreciate that you have allowed us into your life.
we celebrate you and the movement moments which have brought us together on this journey.
our prayer is that we continue to walk the bridge that connects the disparate parts of ourselves, walk the bridge that connects us to each other, to all others and where finally we remember that our spirits are woven into the all one.
we invite you to wander with us into the center of who we are, to dance our truth, together.
“there are only two days in the year that nothing can be done. one is called yesterday, and the other is called tomorrow, so today is the right day to love, believe, do, and mostly, live."
dalai lama
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WHEN GREAT TREES FALL
When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance, fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance of
dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed
by maya angelou