I was born with eyes that can never close.

There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

In Isleta the rainbow was a crack in the universe. We saw the barest of all life that is possible. Bright horses rolled over and over the dusking sky.

Remember the plants, trees, animal life who all have their families, their histories too. Talk to them, listen to them. They are alive poems.

I've always had a theory that some of us are born with nerve endings longer than our bodies

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

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