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

The wind sends her whispers... Traveling through time itself to speak wisdoms and fill our hearts, we stood there listening to this language

When the spirit takes flight, when the feet can’t keep still, hips and shoulders sway side to side, hearts beat in unison, making one...

I met two strangers in Harlem on a summers day in the vivid street and on the train because my heart was open