Unjust use of force, strength, and brutality. Those are the forces that make me feel vulnerable.
You will taste a way of life profoundly nourishing and from your tongue may spring a song or poem or sentence or word or maybe nothing but silence. Silence only the heart can turn to song.
The less I seek my source for some definitive, the closer I am to fine.
Don't do to someone else what you wouldn't want done to you.
Falling, falling, falling, falling down. Look yourself in the eye before you drown.
Music makes me alive in a way that nothing quite does. Good art, good film, good books, good dance. Exhibitions, history. Nature makes me feel alive. Georgia in the rain - that makes me feel alive. Compassion makes me feel alive. Hard fought victories for social rights.