Though we tremble before uncertain futures may we meet illness, death and adversity with strength may we dance in the face of our fears.

My 'awakened dreams' are about shifts. Thought shifts, reality shifts, gender shifts: one person metamorphoses into another in a world where people fly through the air, heal from mortal wounds. I am playing with my Self, I am playing with the world's soul, I am the dialogue between my Self, and el espirítu del mundo. I change myself, I change the world.

An image is a bridge between evoked emotion and conscious knowledge; words are the cables that hold up the bridge. Images are more direct, more immediate than words, and closer to the unconscious. Picture language precedes thinking in words; the metaphorical mind precedes analytical consciousness.

Enough of passivity and passing time while waiting for the boy friend, the girl friend, the Goddess, or the Revolution.

Write with your eyes like painters, with your ears like musicians, with your feet like dancers. You are the truthsayer with quill and torch. Write with your tongues of fire. Don't let the pen banish you from yourself.

I had to leave home so I could find myself, find my own intrinsic nature buried under the personality that had been imposed on me.

These my two hands / quick to slap my face / before others could slap it.