Everything you see is based on fact of a event thats already happen, Even light only travels so fast.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off a traveling of sound and meaning, as a curve of emotion (a form) plotted by certain crises of events or image or sound, or as a title which evokes a sense of inner relations; this is the first 'surfacing' of the poem. Then a period of stillness may follow.
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.
However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.
If we look long enough and hard enough. . . we will begin to see the connections that bind us together, and when we recognize those connections, we will begin to change the world.
Logical consequences are the scarecrows of fools and the beacons of wise men.
Meditation is the only means to the harmonious development of the body, mind and soul.
For Democrats, anything less than 15 net pickups will be a disappointing outcome [in presidency race].
In books, or work, or healthful play.