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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
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
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…
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
Remember When we ended It all —for a weekend— & how
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
You confide in me that you are lonely,
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through