This rickety old boat drifts on a wide and slow river,
a river that bends into the blue sky.
The boat floats past the village on the far bank,
with the people and the little marketplace.
Time is nothing. The boat drifts on,
past the evergreen trees of the pine woods
and on into the white and fluffy clouds.
james lee jobe
Cows in the Evening, a poem by Nikki Wallschlaeger
People who own the world outright for profit will have to be stopped; by influence, by power, by us.
Wendell Berry
Sōgi, 1421-1502 CE
I hoard silence to use in the passing years.
I love the emptiness of this quiet room,
and I love my grief for its power.
In the shadows and in the dark corners of night
I see the face of my dead son.
His beautiful face.
Just that.
james lee jobe
When the whole world is silent, even one voice becomes powerful.
Malala Yousafzai
Sōgi, 1421-1502 CE
The sunrise and the sunset don’t need us,
a fact that eludes most people.
Night comes and goes with or without us.
Life is short, and don’t kid yourself;
this life is all there is.
So take it all in; the rain, the stars, the moon.
The wind in the trees of the graveyard.
james lee jobe
I’ve woven a parachute out of everything broken.
William Stafford
The Priest Jakuren, 1139-1202 CE
The secrets of living welcome us like bees, like honey. Will tomorrow come? And if it does, will it come for us?
james lee jobe
We see vulnerability as weakness, whereas in actual fact, it is the source of the possibility of care.
Malcolm Martin
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