I have no words.
Octavia Butler: she is gone.
Create no images of God.
Accept the images
that God has provided.
They are everywhere,
in everything.
God is Change---
Seed to tree,
tree to forest;
Rain to river,
river to sea;
Grubs to bees,
bees to swarm.
From one, many;
from many, one;
Forever uniting, growing, dissolving---
forever Changing.
The universe
is God's self-portrait.
From "Earthseed: The Book of the Living," by Lauren Oya Olamina, the poet created by Octavia E. Butler for her 1993 novel, Parable of the Sower
Octavia Butler: she is gone.
Create no images of God.
Accept the images
that God has provided.
They are everywhere,
in everything.
God is Change---
Seed to tree,
tree to forest;
Rain to river,
river to sea;
Grubs to bees,
bees to swarm.
From one, many;
from many, one;
Forever uniting, growing, dissolving---
forever Changing.
The universe
is God's self-portrait.
From "Earthseed: The Book of the Living," by Lauren Oya Olamina, the poet created by Octavia E. Butler for her 1993 novel, Parable of the Sower

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two very sad days. don knotts, the Night Stalker, and now octavia butler.
*considers the richness of their creative legacies*
*feels a little better*
*hugs you*
I hadn't heard, yet. Thanks for posting it.
Beautifully put.
There have been a lot of fine people transitioning out lately. It makes me glad I don't believe anyone is ever really gone - particularly if they leave a legacy of work behind.
It makes me glad I don't believe anyone is ever really gone - particularly if they leave a legacy of work behind.
Beautifully put! Thank you for this.
And rightly so! Thank you for sharing this. It reinforces my own feelings about and impressions of her. I appreciate it.
Hi, we have some mutual friends, so I wandered over here.
Always enjoy reading your posts.