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

Perhaps the world will end at the kitchen table, while we are laughing and crying, eating of the last sweet bite.

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

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

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

The saxophone is so human. Its tendency is to be rowdy, edgy, talk too loud, bump into people, say the wrong words at the wrong time, but then, you take a breath all the way from the center of the earth and blow. All that heartache is forgiven. All that love we humans carry makes a sweet, deep sound and we fly a little.