The Journey Is My Home.

In Time Of Crisis, We Summon Up Our Strength. Then, If We Are Lucky, We Are Able To Call Every Resource, Every Forgotten Image That Can Leap To Our Quickening, Every Memory That Can Make Us Know Our Power. And This Luck Is More Than It Seems To Be: It Depends On The Long Preparation Of The Self To Be Used.

What Three Things Can Never Be Done? / Forget. Keep Silent. Stand Alone

I Will Try To Be Non-violent One More Day This Morning, Waking The World Away In The Violent Day.

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.

Slowly I Would Get To Pen And Paper, Make My Poems For Others Unseen And Unborn. In The Day I Would Be Reminded Of Those Men And Women, Brave, Setting Up Signals Across Vast Distances, Considering A Nameless Way Of Living, Of Almost Unimagined Values.