the singers.

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Just like we have envisioned, we spend most of our time sharing love to others. Some days, it means we need to experience wholeness in wonder and contemplation while in others, it’s a season to give selflessly— by simply being. There is a miracle that unfolds when souls come together in love. It simply transforms the whole world.


Tonight, we have decided to share our hearts with a song or two. We’ve set up a humble place for the ones we know to gather around and experience an intimacy so whole. Candlelights flicker, pouring something so amber and sacred into the darkness of the evening.


I’ve always been insecure about singing, and I still am. A lifetime with you will keep me healing until I’m not afraid anymore. There is something about how a flame imparts my beingness and I lose control of presentation, being at the precipice of failure at any moment. You hold my hand through it, and tell me to try again with a smile. You know I might once find my voice.


With your guitar on your lap, you look at me and I understand. I smile at the hearts who have come here to receive and give by receiving. I wave humbly, knowing my humbleness is not to last. I eventually find myself in the spotlight, taking too much space. You gleam at everyone who’s here, your heart beating for them, the sweetness of your eyes one of an idealist. Your fingers strum. It begins.


This reminds me of the very first time we shared our love and service in togetherness. Remember, it was in a class filled with children I loved so dearly. There was something about the silence that day, the harmony, the unison and the energy of the experience that made it so memorable. Even the children felt it. I couldn’t quite hide my embarrassment when a learner of mine came closer the next day and asked me, in complete innocence, if we actually loved each other.


It’s inexplicable what comes to being when two hearts come selflessly to give and love, dearest one. The ripples of light just turn every heart it comes across alive.


We sing, love. I eventually stand up to give that flame in me the space to dance. I look at you as my voice falters when it gets too beautiful, to intimate and to wordless to convey. You pour a little more of yourself into your voice and your fingers and we become the song. We become the melody. We transcend ourselves.


The silence in the room is loud. You can see eyes glinting, hearts being broken and souls touched with another chance to heal again.


I don’t need to know what happens afterwards to understand the nature of goodness, love. All I need is to do it again with you. To be the song, the word, the speech, the smile, the wave—


The love.


going with grace in an inscrutable world.

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