A genius is the one most like himself. Thelonious Monk | Continue reading
You must have taken the wrong road You have arrived at a place where people eat filth And live in pens Like pigs The smell is terrible You want to go back the way you came But the road has one-way traffic only There is no going back You can stay Or travel on Those are the choices … | Continue reading
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Imagine a world where the workers take control of their work places. Pablo Neruda | Continue reading
If I am still alive I must still be able to learn And if I can still learn something, anything Then I can still grow as a human being Something darts out From the heavy shadows beneath the pines Something small that moves fast From shadow to shadow Hardly ever in the light for mo … | Continue reading
When the rains return every winter It is as if the earth has no need for me I accept my solitude like a gift The beautiful noise of rain on the windows And on the roof James Lee Jobe | Continue reading
You and I are all as much continuous with the physical universe as a wave is continuous with the ocean. Alan Watts | Continue reading
“Where is Jobe, I haven’t seen him lately” He tripped and fell off the curb Into a thousand foot abyss and went splat On the perfect granite boulders below Splat flat, man, it happens He swallowed a sickness into his lungs And wheezed until the space aliens came To drag him away … | Continue reading
Don’t seek, don’t search, don’t ask, don’t knock, don’t demand – relax. Osho | Continue reading
Imagine witnessing every situation, every person, and every thing just as it is. Byron Katie | Continue reading
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Spring is here once again Let us plant our life stories Across the farm lands in our valley And as these tales grow Let our connection to the earth grow Our stories, our valley, our lives The tools and work of being human James Lee Jobe | Continue reading
I can get winded just walking to the end of yard And that’s too bad If I were able I would walk From one end of the Sacramento Valley To the other Step after step on the flat earth In some areas I would even close my eyes James Lee Jobe | Continue reading
Expect nothing. Live frugally on surprise. Alice Walker | Continue reading
by kansuke yamamoto which is the dog and which is the wolf which is the priest and which is the demon the jailer and the prisoner the kil | Continue reading
Will you carry the words of love with you?Will you ride the great white bird into heaven?Yusuf Islam | Continue reading
if I just keep trying perhaps one day I'll write a poem strong enough to lift the world in its muscular arms james lee jobe The affairs o | Continue reading
As sweet as blueberries, as light as bees; sunrise loves the quiet.James Lee Jobe | Continue reading
LINDSAY KUSTUSCH The girl and the goose feather. At the edge of the pond, a few white geese who are at home on the water and equally at home | Continue reading
Water flows over these hands.May I use them skillfullyto preserve our precious planet.-Thich Nhat Hanh | Continue reading
Now where did I leave that phone bill? | Continue reading
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May I do some good today. | Continue reading
What is it to be a human? Well, we have love, sorrow, laughter, and music. And tools, language, and the craft of culture, among other things. And like all beings, we have the cycles of being alive, the cycles of life. Just as I wrote that, a lovely breeze blew in through the open … | Continue reading
What’s your road, man? - holyboy road, madman road, rainbow road, guppy road, any road. It’s an anywhere road for anybody anyhow.Jack Kerouac | Continue reading
Pico Verde Jobe, or Pico for short. My trusty conure. If eyes had hands Would sight include touch If hands had eyes Would touch include | Continue reading
I don’t believe in fate or destiny, but I believe in the fresh snow on the Yuba river boulders. I have faith in the mud of the river trail and the long, graceful arc of a Redtail Hawk as she circles the river canyon. I believe in the tiny avalanches of a chickaree scrambling up a … | Continue reading
The beggar breaks the rocks, and I eat them. My soul is nourished only by stone and great lament. By sorrow. Every day lasts for a thousand years. At dusk, I give the beggar a few pride-less coins, just barely enough to keep him until morning. Throughout the cold night I lie on m … | Continue reading
It was the story of a ghost who wrote in French. Or was it? It might have been that the story of a ghost was written in French, | Continue reading
warpoetry: I have lit my treasured candles,one by one, to hallow this night.With you, who do not come,I wait the birth of the year.Dear God!the flame has drowned in crystal,and the wine, like poison, burnsOld malice bites the air,old ravings rave again,though the hour has not yet … | Continue reading
(All of the images today are street art from Madrid, Spain.) How sublime of you, sister to teach me to read two years before I began sch | Continue reading
The long and empty walk.Kneel with me, sister.Drink the water from the cool spring.The walk was so terribly long,almost without end,and the world is so dry.Our thirst is a savanna,parched and lonely.Drink with me, sister,and then, refreshed, once againwe will find the courage to … | Continue reading
Kitchen - Anastasia Dukhanina 2021 In the blink of an eye a year can pass like this. Wind in the oaks and pines. Bird song. | Continue reading
The personal experience of suffering unites us with other people: it is the dynamo that generates compassion, which, by its nature, is transpersonal.Dean Rolston, “Memento Mori” | Continue reading
Paper Cranes For JamesDeath. In my family, it has come in a wide range of ages. My son was only 25 years old when he died, my father was only 58. But my mother was 85, and my father-in-law was well over 100 years old. And me? I’m 60 as I write this, and if I died today I would be … | Continue reading