Slender grasses, A breeze on the riverbank, The tall mast Of my boat alone in the night. Stars hang All across a vast plain. The moon...

Let me make the songs for the people, Songs for the old and young; Songs that stir like a battle-cry Wherever they are sung. Not for the...

And a youth said, Speak to us of Friendship. And he answered,  saying: Your friend is your needs answered. He is your field which you sow...

Part I Taped to the wall of my cell are 47 pictures; 47 black faces my father, mother, grandmothers (1 dead), grandfathers (both dead),...

Most high, all powerful, good Lord To You be praised, glory and honor And all blessing. To You, Most High, do they belong, And no one is...

There can be no happiness if the things we believe in are different from the things we do. Freya Madeline Stark (1893-1993) Ms. Stark...

A true friend knows your weaknesses but shows your strengths; Feels your fears but fortifies your faith; Sees your anxieties but frees...

We often pass a night warm and intimate In an unfamiliar room whose shape In the daytime we have no way to know, Let alone its past, its...

In the train I read poetry: Rendra and Mayakovsky Yet the words I hear are yours Above the rhythm of the wheels. I look outside:...

I am convinced that if God had intended for woman to be trampled upon, He would have taken a bone from the foot of man to make her. If he...

The path I walk was made for me with grains of faith for sand…. Because of those who paved the way – I am free to walk this land. The man...

It was winter. The wind blew from the plain. And the infant was cold In the cave in the slope of a hill. The breath of an ox Warmed him. ...

When Susanna Jones wears red Her face is like an ancient cameo Turned brown by the ages. Come with a blast of trumpets, Jesus! When...

I could take the Harlem night and wrap around you, Take the neon light and make a crown. Take the Lenox buses, Taxis, subways, And for...

It’s all ordinary experience, All ordinary images. By chance they emerge in a dream, Turning out infinite new patterns. It’s all ordinary...

Vedic From The Rig Veda (c 1500 – 1200 BC) So vast, our Goddess Night, she rises, star-eyes gazing everywhere; all her finery of dress...

Vedic From – The Rig Veda (c. 1500 – 1200 B. C.) No thing existed, nor did nothing exist: there was no air-filled space, no sky beyond....

Life is an adventure, dare it. Life is a beauty, praise it. Life is a challenge, mean it. Life is a duty, perform it. Life is a game,...

To laugh is to risk appearing the fool. To weep is to risk appearing sentimental. To reach out is to risk involvement. To expose feeling...

In the pale moonlight He carries his bride Up the hill, Both of them naked, Bringing nothing but themselves. So in all beginnings...