There is no poetry where there are no mistakes.

To pray you open your whole selfTo sky, to earth, to sun, to moonTo one whole voice that is youAnd know there is moreThat you can’t see, can’t hearCan’t know except in momentsSteadly growing, and...

She had horses who were the blue air of the sky.

I walk in and out of several worlds every day.

All acts of kindness are lights in the war for justice.