for the sake of discussion

As sweet as blueberries, as light as bees; sunrise loves the quiet.

james lee jobe 

I am alone here in my own mind. There is no map and there is no road.

Anne Sexton 

 

Because the eyes no longer eat with the passion 

of youth, and it is now time to pay an overdue debt. 

Because the moon no longer swims naked and alone 

at midnight through the sad dangers of the river. 

The world is lacking trust. 

Faith is a symbol now worn like a badge. 

Because war itself has become king 

and now rules over the land of the dead. 

Because the dead themselves are kings 

of the specific hell that they volunteered for. 

The clocks all stopped at 6 o'clock, and friend, 

if you think there is somewhere to go, you're wrong.

james lee jobe

Link: Early Lexicographers and Missionaries, a poem by Jeffrey Yang

For the sake of discussion, 

let us pretend that we can choose to be born 

whenever we want to be born, 

wherever we want to be born. 

And since we are pretending, let us pretend 

that in this imagined life we can be as strong 

and intelligent as we could ever hope to be. 

That we could live as long as we want to live. 

That we could be rich and talented and loved, 

and have total freedom, 

a life without restrictions of any kind. 

That we can live an entire lifetime 

without any pain or illness. 

For the sake of our discussion, 

if all of that were true, 

I would trade it all right now 

to spend five more minutes with the son I lost. 

All of it, without hesitation. For even

One 

more 

minute. 

james lee jobe 

John Lee Hooker - Bad Like Jesse James 

Link: From “Giornata” - a poem by Gregory Pardlo

The bridge over the Downie River, Downieville, California.

If we give as best we can without the feeling of needing compensation, we feel the wisdom of interconnection and interbeing. 

Joshua Bee Alafia

If it requires a uniform, it’s a worthless endeavor.

George Carlin

These days end like steel against steel, like a tender heartache, or a river of iron.  I am here with you, but I'm also out there,  on the sharp edge, at the bitter end of things. 

james lee jobe 

If we examine thoughts in depth, we cannot find anything truly existing in them. Under scrutiny, they vanish like a big heap of grass set ablaze.

Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche

Bill Evans - Stella by Starlight

Link: Such Beauty from Ashes, a poem by Carolyn Marie Rodgers

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