The woman hanging from the 13th floor window on the east side of Chicago is not alone...She is all the women of the apartment building who stand watching her, watching themselves.

My house is the red earth . . . .

Someone accompanies every soul from the other side when it enters this place. Usually it is an ancestor with whom that child shares traits and gifts

Remember that you are this universe and that this universe is you.

But come here, Fear. / I am alive! / And you are so afraid / of dying.

I was born with eyes that can never close.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.