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If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
Before I leave the stage I will sing the only song I was meant truly to sing. It is the song of I AM.
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...
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…
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
As if I’ve swallowed A watermelon And Sidestepping My digestive tract
Expect nothing. Live frugally On surprise. become a stranger To need of pity Or, if compassion be freely
When the people have won a victory whether small or large do you ever wonder
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
Look into her eyes and know: She does not think
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
When you see water in a stream you say: oh, this is stream water; When you see water in the river you say: oh, this is water