Feet sandaled with dreams tread paths of vision leading to wisdom’s sharp peaks.

Then came the healing time, hearts started to shine, soul felt so fine, oh what a freeing time it was.

The same hot lightning that burns your blood with passion–– cools your fears with peace.

A poet is a verb that blossoms light in gardens of dawn, or sometimes midnight.

In honor of Oprah Winfrey: Even greater than the ability to inspire others with hope is the power to motivate them to give as much to the lives of others as they would give to their own; and to empower them to confront the worst in themselves in order to discover and claim the best in themselves.

Humanity is not without answers or solutions regarding how to liberate itself from scenarios that invariably end with mass exterminations. Tools such as compassion, trust, empathy, love, and ethical discernment are already in our possession. The next sensible step would be to use them.

September 11, 2001: Citizens of the U.S., besieged by terror’s sting, rose up, weeping glory, as if on eagles’ wings.--from the poem Angel of Remembrance: Candles for September 11, 2001