Not all things are blest, but the seeds of all things are blest.
Outrage and possibility are in all the poems we know.
I hear the singing of the lives of women. They clear mystery, the offering, and pride.
As we live our truths, we will communicate across all barriers, speaking for the sources of peace. Peace that is not lack of war, but fierce and positive.
What three things can never be done? / Forget. Keep silent. Stand alone
One writes in order to feel.