Lift me now from the black water,
And all of the life that is left to me
Is a consequence of that life I have already lived.
Naked and rising, the water drips from my skin.
I will be bone dry before I reach the stars.
A young child, I can't tell if it is a boy or a girl,
Holds out a hand for me to touch as I pass by,
But it is too late, I am gone,
Looking down on a smiling face.
james lee jobe
If you have strong conpassion, strong respect for others, then forgiveness is much easier.
Dalai Lama XIV
Naked
in that garish buried light
of hotel bathrooms
everywhere, I stopped
and for the first time in nearly a year
slowly turned to face a full length mirror.
After a minute
I buried my face in my hands.
I considered it anyway, overruled finally
by shame. A crimson moon-size sun
without the slightest warmth
and in whose light things cast no shade
was shining. And times being what they were,
two hired men had just gotten finished
taking the corpse of a nameless slave down
from a cross and were carrying it
by heels and flaccid armpits
toward a large hole;
with a curse of exhaustion
they tossed it on top
of a couple hundred others
just like it, their eyes all shut tight
as though humiliated
by their own gruesome obscenity. Then
they thought of going to drink some wine.
The sun was almost down now, and
it was getting windy on the earth.
Franz Wright
4:06 AM. A Delta breeze. Stars. Clouds. My Redwood trees dance just a little, As if they wanted to sashay their skirts Above the dance floor of Mother Earth.
james lee jobe
Last night's rain lingers, pooled among peach petals tinged red,
and in willows crowded with green, ribbons of spring mist drift.
Blossoms fall on blossoms. The houseboy doesn't bother to sweep,
and orioles are scattering song. A mountain wanderer sleeps on.
Wang Wei, 701-761 CE
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