“What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.”

Looking at certain illuminated corners of or cracks within the mirror, the author can see fragments of an objective reality that comprise the physical universe, social communities, political dynamics,

Nation-building is never a ‘done deal’ confined to history already established.

In the days when hyenas of hate suckle the babes of men, and jackals of hypocrisy pimp their mothers’ broken hearts, may children not look to demons of ignorance for hope.

At one end of the continuum known as history are first-time events that have generated notable measures of public recognition due to either a positive or negative impact.

A river is nearly the ultimate symbol for the very essence of change itself. It flows unceasingly from one point of being to another

They both have a tendency to blur the lines of what we call norms, or established reality.

With something closer to love in its most empowering and healing sense.

Life possesses an amazing array of profoundly sad faces.

Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was a manifestation of hope that humanity might one day get out of its own way by finding the courage to realize that love and nonviolence

And to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.

And a hunger for meaning beyond the flavors that enter and exit the physical body. A person might even be described as a self-contained multiverse.

A man sitting monkey-like on the rooftop of his brain is due the applause such feats earn him.

The thorn is a bridge spanning the muddy depths of agony and sorrow so that one may on the other side dance to the drums of the rose of joy.

Overall, my books represent a kind of shared communion and meditation with my fellow human beings.

This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.

Like all my family and class, I considered it a sign of weakness to show affection; to have been caught kissing my mother would have been a disgrace, and to have shown affection for my father would have been a disaster.

If poetry ceased to exist, it would immediately be reinvented on that same day.

I try to swim every damn day I can, and I’ve learned to scuba dive and snorkel.

Someone once told me the definition of hell; on your last day on earth, the person you could have become will meet the person you became.

We are the natural nurturers of the Earth Mother.

I’ve got nothing against daylight. I don’t live totally nocturnally. Only when I feel like it. Which is most of the time.

As the antagonism between those who possess, and those who do not, is becoming more acute day after day.

People have too many problems during the day; they don’t want to think.