The words ‘I Love You’ kill, and resurrect millions, in less than a second.
What a lover’s heart knows let no man’s brain dispute.
Un-winged and naked, sorrow surrenders its crown to a throne called grace.
You were born a child of light’s wonderful secret— you return to the beauty you have always been.
A bridge of silver wings stretches from the dead ashes of an unforgiving nightmareto the jeweled vision of a life started anew.
Each star is a mirror reflecting the truth inside you.
Where humanitysowed faith, hope, and unity, joy’s garden blossomed.
Even when muddy your wings sparkle bright wonders that heal broken worlds.
With my ninth mind I resurrect my firstand dance slow to the music of my soul made new.
Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.
Everywhere we shine death and life burn into something new…
Knowledge planted in truth grows in truth.Strength born of peace loses nothing to hate.
Poetry and art nourish the soul of the world with the flavor-filled substances of beauty, wisdom and truth.
It can be difficult to speak truth to power. Circumstances, however, have made doing so increasingly necessary.
This is what our love is––a sacred pattern of unbroken unity sewn flawlessly invisible inside all other images, thoughts, smells, and sounds.
In a world gushing blood day and night, you never stop mopping up pain.
In a rich moonlit garden, flowers open beneath the eyes of entire nations terrified to acknowledge the simplicity of the beauty of peace.
Hearts rebuilt from hope resurrect dreams killed by hate.
This fire that we call Loving is too strong for human minds. But just right for human souls.
And now we step to the rhythm of miracles.--from The Light, That Never Dies
At the edge of madness you howl diamonds and pearls.
The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.
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.
Love, Mercy, and Grace, sisters all, attend your wounds of silence and hope.
This world’s anguish is no different from the love we insist on holding back.
Just above our terror, the stars painted this storyin perfect silver calligraphy. And our souls, too oftenabused by ignorance, covered our eyes with mercy.
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.
Oh what a wonderful soul so bright inside you. Got power to heal the sun’s broken heart, power to restore the moon’s vision too.
History dressed up in the glow of love’s kiss turned grief into beauty.
Souls reconstructed with faith transform agony into peace.
You are the hybrids of golden worlds and ages splendidly conceived.
On faith’s battered back calm eyes etch prayers that cool a nation’s hot rage.
Compassion crowns the soul with its truest victory.
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.
A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.
Your pain is a school unto itself–– and your joy a lovely temple.
Passion presented with a greater challenge achieves a greater goal.-- from The Sexual Side of Spirituality
The reality of a serious writer is a reality of many voices, some of them belonging to the writer, some of them belonging to the world of readers at large.
Each new year is another chance to get love right.