The Journey Is My Home.

As We Live Our Truths, We Will Communicate Across All Barriers, Speaking For The Sources Of Peace. Peace That Is Not Lack Of War, But Fierce And Positive.

If There Were No Poetry On Any Day In The World, Poetry Would Be Invented That Day. For There Would Be An Intolerable Hunger.

I Am Working Out The Vocabulary Of My Silence.

The Heavy Sensual Shoulders, The Thighs, The Blood-born Flesh And Earth Turning Into Color, Rocks Into Their Crystals, Water To Sound, Fire To Form: Life Flickers Uncounted Into The Supple Arms Of Love.

Never To Despise In Myself What I Have Been Taught To Despise. Nor To Despise The Other. Not To Despise The It. To Make This Relation With The It: To Know That I Am It.