I Speak To You. You Speak To

Flight Is Intolerable Contradiction.

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.

I Speak To You. You Speak To Me. Is That Fragile?

How Can I Look Back And Not Speak Of The Stupid Learning About Birth? Of The Stupid Learning That People Make Love, And How It Seemed The Reason For All Things, The Intimacy Of My Wondering, The Illumination That To An Adolescent Was The Cause For Life Around Me, The Reason Why The Unhappy People I Knew Did Not Kill Themselves?

I Hear The Singing Of The Lives Of Women. They Clear Mystery, The Offering, And Pride.