From my mother, a rock, / I have learned that rocks give / most of all.

Everyone wants Love to follow them / down their road; / where is it that Love wants to go?

We lavender folk spray up, spontaneously flowering in the color we had learned as an identifying mark of our culture when it was subterranean and secret.

The shaman/priest/artist/teacher/leader does not operate for the sole benefit of herself and her kind but for the benefit of the people at large and of the universe and its patterns, as becomes what she perceives as fitting into place, into her sense of natural justice.

Those who believe they are ugly / objectify the rest of us.

What you will do matters. All you need is to do it.

Gay culture is far from 'marginal,' being rather 'intersectional,' the conduits between unlike beings.