I Found God In Myself And I

My Spirit Is Too Ancient To Understand The Separation Of Soul & Gender

Where There Is A Woman There Is Magic. If There Is A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, She Is A Woman Who Knows Her Magic, Who Can Share Or Not Share Her Powers. A Woman With A Moon Falling From Her Mouth, Roses Between Her Legs And Tiaras Of Spanish Moss, This Woman Is A Consort Of The Spirits.

I Found God In Myself And I Loved Her I Loved Her Fiercely

Creation Is Everything You Do. Make Something.

The Slaves Who Were Ourselves Had Known Terror Intimately, Confused Sunrise With Pain, & Accepted Indifference As Kindness.