time is nothing

"If we live, we live; if we die, we die; if we suffer, we suffer; if we are terrified, we are terrified. No problem." 

Alan Watts

The land where I live is a land of trees

And a land of trees is a land of birds

A cold night in autumn 

And from above the wind

Comes the soft hoots of an owl 

It is a melancholy sound 

But perhaps I am hearing my own sadness 

Yes I am sure of it

From my kitchen window at midnight

I see bright moonlight on the tall pines

With their branches moving in the biting wind

Their wide trunks are hidden in shadow

James Lee Jobe

Chris Thile. Sarah Jarosz. 

Where The Soul Of Man Never Dies.

Half surrendered to sleep 

The warm sun on my face 

It has been some years 

Since I stopped wearing a watch

James Lee Jobe

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rhetorical questions

Fear is the cheapest room in the house. 

I would like to see you living in better conditions. 

Hafez

A hummingbird buzzes by the lemon tree which is filled with fruit. The neighbor’s old cat lurks beneath the lovely young oak. There is a tight crispness to the breeze that whispers if you listen. A change is coming and even now in my own life autumn is easing into winter. The forecast for tomorrow calls for rain.

James Lee Jobe 

The Red Madras Headdress by Henri Matisse, 1907

The bodies dead from COVID-19 were stacked like Jenga blocks on the city sidewalks. These stacks were the same height as our mounting grief. How many coffins can you pull out before the stack falls and you lose? Does it even matter? Haven’t we all lost already? These questions are rhetorical; no one is left to hear me ask. Just the finches eating the birdseed that I leave scattered on the cold and empty patio.

James Lee Jobe

It is easy to get attached to any insight we have, 

especially if it is a profound one, but to be truly free, 

we must also let go of even our most precious realizations.

Santiago Santai Jiménez, “Free from Suffering and Free to Suffer”

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on the far side of the sun

Zen is really just a reminder to stay alive and to be awake.

Peter Matthiessen

There is always some reason to give thanks

My aging body is falling apart 

Hearing and mobility are both compromised 

like a criminal caught in the act

Thankfully I am on the back-end of life anyway

My future is now 

That’s alright 

I am a marvelous cook

Not so great at gardening

One by one my plants die like sickly prisoners

I give thanks that I am not farming for a living

So you’ve got some troubles 

So what 

Cheer up

It just means you're still important 

To somebody

James Lee Jobe

Mark Kazav

If a thing loves, it is infinite.

William Blake

There must be something

On the far side of the sun 

On the far side of the moon

Tomorrow let’s go and see

James Lee Jobe

All the elements for your happiness are already here.

There's no need to run, strive, search or struggle. Just be. 

Thich Nhat Hanh

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Threadbare poems. Used.

You can’t stop the waves, but you can learn to surf. 

Jon Kabat-Zinn

___________

This is another day of blue sky and delight

Is that the voices of my now adult children

Laughing on the sweet autumn breeze

Is that my wife's tender smile

Above me in the soft, white clouds

Love is a feather floating down to us from the sky

The universe is a gleam in my granddaughter's eye

If it all ended to day what will I have missed

Nothing

This is another day of blue sky and delight

James Lee Jobe

Ionut Caras

Let’s say that your poems wear old Wellington boots and walk through mud on the way to the market. At the market people buy these poems even though they are rather worn and dirty. Frayed at the ends. Threadbare poems. Used. Let’s say that the hopes of your early years are not the hopes you have now. Once you wanted so much, but now? Some sleep. A day where things don’t hurt so much. What things? Your feet. Your empty house. In fact, let’s say that the sun skips your house today, all the other houses have sunshine. Not yours. Let’s say that it is time for goodbye. Let’s say you have become a memory.

James Lee Jobe

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the shape of a pebble

The Buddha says, ideally, you want to make your mind like a broken gong. People can hit it, but there’s no reverberation.

Thanissaro Bhikkhu, “The Broken Gong”

Hiking The Ridge Trail

    To my west, the Montezuma Hills and the Vaca Mountains mark the edge of my flat valley and house the poison oak, rattlesnakes, deer, raccoons, and owls. The bones of these mountains, so low that they are almost hills, are shale, sandstone, and basaltic rock dating back to the Cretaceous age. Putah Creek and Cache drain the region to the east. Putah Creek is dammed to form Lake Berryessa, covering what was once a lovely canyon.

All day hiking the ridge trail
To picnic on the big flat rock
That overlooks Lake Berryessa.
Spring flowers, sunshine,
And an avocado sandwich.

James Lee Jobe

Vincent Van Gogh - Avenue Of Flowering Chestnut Trees - April 1889

Buddha taught that everyone and everything is interrelated. We cannot leave out anything or make one kind of spiritual consciousness superior and the other inferior. 

Zenju Earthlyn Manuel, “Difference and Harmony”

The shape of a pebble.

    The ocean is everywhere. She kisses the shore, she floats in clouds. The ocean exists even in the shape of a pebble on the prairie floor. She was here before man, indeed, the first land creatures came from the ocean. Water is life, we need it like we need the sunlight.

Walking into the cold sea,
the world seems to swallow me.
Life is wet, and brief.

James Lee Jobe

Link: Haiku by Etheridge Knight

I don't want much; to change hate into love, revenge into forgiveness, war into peace, death into life. That's all.

JLJ

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The final cloud drifts away.

"Be melting snow. Wash yourself of yourself."

Jalāl ad-Dīn Muhammad Rūmī

I live in the valley of the big sky

A land of farm and field

Bird of prey above

Rattlesnake below

(We humans are far more dangerous)

Here time exists like a person

Here time is a man in work boots

Toiling in the earth

And praising the rain and sun

Life is what we build

And what we build  we live

James Lee Jobe

The last of the geese leave the cold sky  

And the final cloud drifts away  

All is blue and empty  

Wonderfully still  

An old poet looking up  

James Lee Jobe  

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life is a blueberry

My doctor said that too much sun is bad for the skin   especially at my age  so I thought I would get a moontan  I lay out on my patio at night hidden from the street by jasmine and crape myrtle  in the tall pines across the street an owl sings for me   o life   you’re a blueberry

James Lee Jobe

Drivers watch the traffic signal 

Even though the empty blue sky above

Is far lovelier

Listening to car horns blasting

As I sit through the green light

James Lee Jobe

As long as you look for a Buddha somewhere else, you'll never see that your own mind is the Buddha. 

Bodhidharma

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