“Time (again, Time) like the soul, wears many faces, many bodies and climates and attitudes. The past is one face, the present a second and the future yet another.”

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

An author accepting language’s invitation to dance steps onto the floor of his her sensibility-charged consciousness and begins to move instinctively–even if with much dread

Christmas When Music Almost Killed the World

When the healing grace of authentic spirituality is usurped by the divisive politics of religious organizations, and when broken hearts bleed pain in darkness

Quote words that affirm all men and women are your brothers and sisters.

This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.

What can bombs know of the illuminated fields so golden with heaven in your heart’s sacred lands?

Complications generally begin long before the fated soul carries its dubious light into whatever womb has been kind enough to volunteer

Shine your soul with the same egoless humility as the rainbow and no matter where you go in this world or the next, love will find you, attend you, and bless you.

At some point, a flash of sustained clarity reveals the difference between what someone would have you believe is true,

The truest expression of a people is in its dances and its music. Bodies never lie.

The truth of our bodies and our minds has been mystified to us. We therefore have primary obligation to each other: not to undermine each other’s sense of reality for the sake of expediency; not to gaslight each other.

In order to live a fully human life we require not only control of our bodies (though control is a prerequisite); we must touch the unity and resonance of our physicality, our bond with the natural order, the corporeal grounds of our intelligence.

The repossession by women of our bodies will bring far more essential change to human society than the seizing of the means of production by workers.

A knowledge that is subliminal, subversive, preverbal: the knowledge flowing between two alike bodies, one of which has spent nine months inside the other.

But before we were mothers, we have been, first of all, women, with actual bodies and actual minds.

Probably there is nothing in human nature more resonant with charges than the flow of energy between two biologically alike bodies, one of which has lain in amniotic bliss inside the other, one of which has labored to give birth to the other.

As they see our garments when they look upon our bodies.