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The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
Don’t be like those who ask for ev… praise, a blurb, a free ride in my… limousine. They ask for everything… anything in return. Be like those who can see that my…
Be nobody’s darling; Be an outcast. Take the contradictions Of your life And wrap around
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
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
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
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
His posture From so many years Holding his robe with one hand Is odd. His gait
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.