Thank you for allowing me to be heard, Thank you for listening to my song as a bird. Thank you for having me seen, Thank you for letting me be in front of your screen. Thank you for depth and reflection, Thank you for giving me so much affection. Thank you for receiving all that I gift, Thank you for allowing me to change and to shift. Thank you for showing me the way in, Thank you for getting under my skin. Thank you for holding and taking me out, Thank you for showing what it is all about. Thank...

[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.13.1" custom_padding="0|0px|0|0px|false|false"][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|0|0px|false|false" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_post_title featured_placement="above" _builder_version="3.13.1" title_font="Lato|700|||||||" title_text_align="left" title_text_color="#171717" title_font_size="30px" meta_font="Lato||||||||"][/et_pb_post_title][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|80px|0px|false|false" custom_margin="50px|||" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="3_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.13.1"]There is a deep clarity in the void. A forgetfulness that only one who remembers can appreciate. An organic balance that requires no effort. A silent whisper penetrating horizons. There is depth in the void. A depth known only to those who are still. Those who become questions, An answer that seeks no ground. A formless formidable cloud, hanging purposeless in mid air. The mystic knows no restriction its their quest for the unknown. There is...

[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.13.1" custom_padding="0|0px|0|0px|false|false"][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|0|0px|false|false" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_post_title featured_placement="above" _builder_version="3.13.1" title_font="Lato|700|||||||" title_text_align="left" title_text_color="#171717" title_font_size="30px" meta_font="Lato||||||||"][/et_pb_post_title][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|80px|0px|false|false" custom_margin="50px|||" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="3_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.13.1"]Can life change absolutely one hundred percently? In the most profound And unexpected sound? In a song, a dance, such rhythm A cup of tea and a colorful prism A connection so profound It humbles and pulls you into the ground Such insight, incredible treasure Knowing of suchness beyond any measure A wave of gratitude that shakes your being That reminds you how precious it is to be living Awake and alive Full of power and...

[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.13.1" custom_padding="0|0px|0|0px|false|false"][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|0|0px|false|false" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_post_title featured_placement="above" _builder_version="3.13.1" title_font="Lato|700|||||||" title_text_align="left" title_text_color="#171717" title_font_size="30px" meta_font="Lato||||||||"][/et_pb_post_title][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|80px|0px|false|false" custom_margin="50px|||" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="3_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.13.1"]Weekend of May 23 A fresh morning, bright and warm. two masters are joining magic to perform. They walk in nature, stillness to nurture. They sit in silence an empowered alliance. A tea ceremony is most profound. every motion, every step, every song that is sung. They sip and pray, it's music they play. Sharing their gifts, as the air quickly shifts. Two masters joined in heart, shaking the universe from end to start. Each in...

[et_pb_section fb_built="1" _builder_version="3.13.1" custom_padding="0|0px|0|0px|false|false"][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|0|0px|false|false" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="4_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_post_title featured_placement="above" _builder_version="3.13.1" title_font="Lato|700|||||||" title_text_align="left" title_text_color="#171717" title_font_size="30px" meta_font="Lato||||||||"][/et_pb_post_title][/et_pb_column][/et_pb_row][et_pb_row custom_padding="27px|0px|80px|0px|false|false" custom_margin="50px|||" _builder_version="3.13.1"][et_pb_column type="3_4" _builder_version="3.0.47" parallax="off" parallax_method="on"][et_pb_text _builder_version="3.13.1"]I can't say I'm sensitive no longer. As my pain doesn't run through my senses. My pleasure, even though sensational, isn't just a sensual experience. My pain is flowing like rivers to the sea. My pleasure is gushing through the veins of my soul. My pain is all encompassing, My pleasure all pervading. I am no longer sensitive, I have become the pain. I have become the pleasure. I no longer fear their friendship. My heart has...