“This is [...] for the ones who are told speak only when you are spoken to and then are never spoken to. Speak every time you stand, so you do not forget yourself. Do not let a moment go by that doesn't remind you that your heart beats thousands of time every day and that were are enough gallons of blood to make every one of us oceans. Do not settle for letting these waves settle and for the dust to collect in your veins.”
― Songs From Under The River
― Songs From Under The River
“We once climbed into bed as though between the sheets
was a valley where dinosaurs still lived.
And how we would explore them with a flashlight
catching these triceratops and brontosauruses.
But even he was opened with the dripping teeth of reality.”
― Songs From Under The River
was a valley where dinosaurs still lived.
And how we would explore them with a flashlight
catching these triceratops and brontosauruses.
But even he was opened with the dripping teeth of reality.”
― Songs From Under The River
“And questions are the only answers we need
to know that we are as alive as as a time when I held the mind of a child asking:
Why is 2+3 always equal to 5?
Where do people go when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon -
the beauty of the sea?
Did that beauty make you?
Did that beauty make me?
Will it make me
something?
Will I be something?
Am I something?
And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.”
― Songs From Under The River
to know that we are as alive as as a time when I held the mind of a child asking:
Why is 2+3 always equal to 5?
Where do people go when they die?
What made the beauty of the moon -
the beauty of the sea?
Did that beauty make you?
Did that beauty make me?
Will it make me
something?
Will I be something?
Am I something?
And the answer comes:
You already are.
You always were.
And you still have time to be.”
― Songs From Under The River
“I don't know if he was right or wrong ... but I do know he meant to do more good than he meant to do harm. He wasn't always right. Sometimes when he touched he bruised. And sometimes when he took me in his arms he cut.”
― Fences
― Fences
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