the poetry zendo: Flies and mosquitoes. And Howlin' Wolf

1/15/2023

Flies and mosquitoes. And Howlin' Wolf

June. Flies and mosquitoes.

The onset of summer is much like that gleam
in my father's eye when he reels in a trout for the fry pan,
or in my son's eye as the bacon and biscuits are ready.
June. Flies and mosquitoes. Trout and bacon.
A hot evening with dinner on the table,
With bacon for me
and both of them are gone, gone.
james lee jobe 

link: The Morning Porch, poems from Dave Bonta

True peace cannot be achieved by force or by merely invoking the word 'peace.' It can only be attained by training the mind and learning to cultivate inner peace. Peace is a calm and gentle state of mind.

17th Karmapa

The house of country, the nation of us.

Whispering, whispering. America
has become a house of secrets and lies,
a house of deceit, a house of lament.
The people are hiding, the truth is hiding;
even the President is hiding
his true face from the sun.

james lee jobe

link: Buddhist Boot Camp, with Timber Hawkeye