“Such are these places where lovers of bliss behold the angel of peace”

How many fears came between us? Earthquakes, diseases, wars where hell rained smoldering pus from skies made of winged death.

Some have speculated that the way [Albert] Camus died made his theories on absurdity a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.

Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new.

Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.’s dream was not indicators of weakness but gifts of significant strength.

To what extent will we allow the indefinable dynamics of something called “destiny” to maintain grief and horror in the world?

We rarely get a definitive look at just how complicated and sometimes dangerous their everyday lives were. In fact,

If life is a birthday cake let my face be smeared with its icing of cognac and kindness.

In honor of Oprah Winfrey: Even greater than the ability to inspire others with hope is the power to motivate them to give as much to the lives of others as they would give to their own

The issue, perhaps, boils down to one of how perceptions or misperceptions of racial difference impact various ‘individuals’, or groups of ‘individuals’

And now we step to the rhythm of miracles. –from The Light, That Never Dies

Careful studies of cases dealing with supposed ‘mental disorder’ have at times revealed that many thought to be insane or warped in some fashion were actually simply highly sensitive individuals.

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

Millions of tears have fallen for black sons, brothers, lovers, and friends whose assailants took or maimed their lives and then simply went on their way.

Between men and women, between blacks and whites, northerners and southerners, haves and have-have-nots, self and self.

To heal the wounds of a nation as opposed to aggravate its injuries

Behold this day. It is yours to make.

I would not be beholden to a tyrant, for his acts of tyranny.

All we behold is miracle.

Behold, my love, behold all that I simultaneously do: scandal, seduction, bad example, incest, adultery, sodomy!

Enveloped in a common mist, we seem to walk in clearness ourselves, and behold only the mist that enshrouds others.

Behold, directly overhead, a certain strange star was suddenly seen . . . Amazed, and as if astonished and stupified, I stood still

No man beholds his mother’s womb Yet who denies it’s there? Coiled To the navel of the world is that Endless cord that links us all To the great Origin. If I lose my way. The trailing cord will bring me to the roots.

The soul that beholds beauty becomes beautiful.