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

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

True power does not amass through the pain and suffering of others.

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.

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

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

If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts, they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.