poetry, blues, and a llama

My photo. I know this llama. Well, we've met.

That sound in a seashell.

Holding a seashell up to my ear -- do you know
that sound? I used to say it was the ocean.
Not anymore. Now I know what it is, it is the sound
of my son's life, the son I lost. And I don't say
anything at all about it to anyone. I just sit and listen.

james lee jobe

Wherever you go you will find your teacher, as long as you have the eyes to see and the ears to hear.

Shunryu Suzuki

Paul Butterfield Blues Band, Driftin' Blues

Sunrise. Sacramento Valley.

Awaken, o feeble mind.
For once again the sun
has almost cleared
the eastern mountains
and a regal purple light
holds the sky in its arms.
Your life awaits. Awaken!

james lee jobe

In this world of ours, We eat only to cast out, Sleep only to wake, And what comes after all that Is simply to die at last.

Matsuo Bashō,1644-1694 CE

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The mural of me. It's a selfie.

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jlj