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

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

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

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

I was born with eyes that can never close.

I can hear the sizzle of newborn stars, and know anything of meaning, of the fierce magic emerging here. I am witness to flexible eternity, the evolving past, and I know we will live forever, as dust or breath in the face of stars, in the shifting pattern of winds.

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