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With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
I will keep Broken things: The big clay Pot
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
You confide in me that you are lonely,
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
Reminding us, as they witnessed our curiosity about them, that no matter the losses, there’s something fabulous going on at every stage of Life, something to let go of, maybe, but for d...
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
