I had a long conversation with the imam, the Grand Imam of the Al-Azhar University, and I know how they think. . . They seek peace, encounter.
Always our wars have been our confessions of weakness
What would happen if one woman told the truth about her life? The world would split open.
The 'idea' for the poem, which may come as an image thrown against memory, as a sound of words that sets off a traveling of sound and meaning, as a curve of emotion (a form) plotted by certain crises of events or image or sound, or as a title which evokes a sense of inner relations; this is the first 'surfacing' of the poem. Then a period of stillness may follow.
The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.
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.
However confused the scene of our life appears, however torn we may be who now do face that scene, it can be faced, and we can go on to be whole.
When attempted self-destruction does not cure a man of life, it cures him of voluntary death.
Any veteran can tell you it is already hard enough to see a doctor down at the VA and get the health care they were promised when they signed up to serve this country.
There are three times in a man's life when he has the right to yell at the moon-when he marries; when his children come; and when he finishes a job he had to be crazy to start.
What is the most sacred duty and the greatest source of our security in a Republic? An inviolable respect for the Constitution and Laws.