Remember that you are all people and that all people are you.

My sister accommodates me, never reproaches me with her doctrine, never tries to change me. She accepts and loves me, despite our differences.

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

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.

There is no separation. We are all from the same place. As long as there is respect and acknowledgement of connections, things continue working. When that stops we all die.

I listen to the gunfire we cannot hear, and begin this journey with the light of knowing the root of my own furious love.

I believe that poets have to be inside their poems somewhere, or the poem won't work.