Cry with me, Mother, and let our teardrops turn to rock. You can strike me until I shatter into a million pieces: I will become the sands

I see the forests worshipped in their tall grandeur shading families from the scorching sun... From Colombia to Lenapehoking, this is Home 

A ship that spends its existence anchored in place will never fulfill its destiny, never to set sail on the wild tides... Will you

The silver hairs and lines in their skin make them even more beautiful, knowing we have shared all these years together

If words are your only vessel, then I am beached. For I live in a wealth of intuition, of which the world has become impoverished

I could trace every inch of your face in my dreams, every corner and curve of your body. The stretch marks and wrinkles, the ebb and flow...

If you had the choice to choose yourself, would you have closed your eyes without regret? Would you have spent your last days in peace?

true Wisdom means looking past the words and into your eyes who tell me your deepest, darkest secrets

Most magnificent and terrifying, standing at the precipice of death, giving birth to new life: the ultimate gift, the ultimate sacrifice

I look at you and I see Home, no embellishment needed. No fantasy, you are reality. You are gravity holding me tightly, you are Truth...

We built a home brick by brick...Our blood and tears cemented into the foundations of this Home which even in ruin will stand the tests...

When all's said and done over a lifetime of years, all that's left is love

For the ghost who haunts my dreams, pale and skinny emo...the guy who looks like me, White Man, you are the part of me I hate the most...

When the hazy purple dusk turns black, the shape of dunes on the horizon melts away into the Milky Way which stares at us with ancient...

You. Who are not woman enough for me, You. Who are not what I thought you would be... objects soaring like shells and stars, the wrong way

She ran home crying in her blood stained dress, she feared she was dying, her mother never told her about womanhood...