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As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Did you ever understand this? If my spirit was poor, how could… Was I depressed? Understanding editing, I see how a comma, removed or inse…
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...
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
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…
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
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…
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
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
Let other leaders Retire To play golf & write Memoirs
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
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard