Friday, April 26, 2024

praise from mother earth

As Dogen says, people like what is not true
and they don't like what is true. 

Shunryu Suzuki


Sleep 

Mine is far from regular

One night I will sleep fairly well

And then hardly at all the next one 

Life for me 

Sometimes comes on a 48 hour cycle

And that’s alright

I don’t fight it at all

Friend 

There are people who resent the slow years

And fret about the fast ones

I say take every day one at a time

Just as it is

Even now

This present moment is golden

James Lee Jobe



Robert Rauschenberg


Morning brought an easy rain
Soft with tiny drops
That landed like sparrows
Or angels
And if the earth had arms
She would have lifted them up
In thanks
There is no greater praise
James Lee Jobe


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Thursday, April 25, 2024

sweeping and raking

When I pronounce the word Silence, I destroy it.

Wisława Szymborska







How does one begin –
One can begin by tasting night and day
By tasting a freezing winter 
Or a summer heat wave
Taste life and death 
Go ahead do it
Taste these things 
Slowly slowly
Let the flavors settle in your mouth
Be in the moment as it happens 
Then cleanse the palate 
With meditation and silence
With prayer and emptiness
If this tires you then sleep
And should you become energized
Sweep the floor or rake the leaves
Do these things one at a time
As you do one thing 
Do not think of the next

James Lee Jobe




KRISTEN HATGI




Death 
the midnight of Life
Life 
the new morning of Death
Oh 
how sadly my time passes

James Lee Jobe





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Wednesday, April 24, 2024

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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Tuesday, April 23, 2024

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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Monday, April 22, 2024

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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Sunday, April 21, 2024

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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Saturday, April 20, 2024

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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