There is always a time to make right what is wrong..

It is a grief over the fate of the Earth that contains within it a joyful hope, that we might reclaim this Earth..

We keep secrets from ourselves that all along we know..

Self-reflection is a desire felt by the body, as well as the soul. As dancers, healers, and saints all know, when you turn your attention toward even….

Far more frightening than the thought of dying was the experience of erasure already occurring in my life. My fear of becoming someone who did not co….

Philosophy means nothing unless it is connected to birth, death, and the continuance of life. Anytime you are going to build a society that works, yo….

Just as the slave master required the slaves to imitate the image he had of them, so women, who live in a relatively powerless position, politically ….

We are nature. We are nature seeing nature. The red-winged blackbird flies in us..

I know I am made from this earth, as my mother's hands were made from this earth, as her dreams came from this earth and all that I know, I know in t….

This earth is my sister; I love her daily grace, her silent daring, and how loved I am. How we admire this strength in each other, all that we have l….

We are the bird's eggs. Bird's eggs, flowers, butterflies, rabbits, cows, sheep, we are caterpillars; we are leaves of ivy and springs of wildflower.….

I think artists can go to a level of vision that can often save us from a situation which seems to have no solution whatsoever..

A story is told as much by silence as by speech..

But still, the other voice, the intuitive, returns, like grass forcing its way through concrete..

War starts in the mind, not in the body..

Every important social movement reconfigures the world in the imagination. What was obscure comes forward, lies are revealed, memory shaken, new deli….

Poetry is a good medium for revolutionary hope..

Every time I deny myself I commit a kind of suicide..

Each life reverberates in every other life. Whether or not we acknowledge it, we are connected, woven together in our needs and desires, rich and poo….

we are nature. We are nature seeing nature. We are nature with a concept of nature. Nature weeping. Nature speaking of nature to nature..

Yes we are devilish; that is true we cackle. Yes we are dark like the soil and wild like the animals. And we turn to each other and stare into this d….