“You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.”

What hell condemned, let heaven now heal.

Human beings, in a sense, may be thought of as multidimensional creatures composed of such poetic considerations as the individual need for self-realization, subdued passions for overwhelming beauty,

That we all encounter during some unavoidable point of our existence into a sustainable life-affirming poetics of passionate creativity, empowered spiritual vision, and inspired commitment.

Terrorism, and political chaos that have characterized the beginning of the 21st Century.

Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.

Erotic love, traditionally, has been described as shared sexual attraction.

Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.

The best of humanity’s recorded history is a creative balance between horrors endured and victories achieved, and so it was during the Harlem Renaissance.

Learning to cultivate an awareness of the known and unknown within one’s being often leads to a healthier and more realistic sense of self.

The fact that an African American sits in the White House at the helm of government in the United States of America on this 150th anniversary of Abraham Lincoln’s

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.

I want to be spoiled like a child. Cry to my heart’s content. But I can only suppress my feelings.

I think Allen [Ginsberg] was a person who’s like a child.

As a child, I thought I was immortal, but now I recognize how limited a time we all have. As a child, success meant scoring A on every exam, but now I take it to mean good health, close family and friends, achieve- ments in my work, and helping others.

When I was a child, I thought of my Delta town as the center of the universe, but now I realize how little I know about the universe.

The soul begins to travel when the child begins to think.

Even when I was still a child I cut out pictures of prams from newspapers and imagined the feeling of pushing my own pram through fresh winter snow and seeing the wheels’ tracks behind me in the snow.

Everyone’s been on the “hip-hop is dead” campaign for years, and now it’s the most unsure-of-itself genre ever.

I started freestyling with friends about eight or nine years ago. I started writing also around the same time, but didn’t meet blockhead until about ’94. I started making beats not until about ’96.