eggs, bees and the big spoon

god is an empty carton of eggs 

or would be if there was a god 

and I had eaten all of the eggs 

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A hummingbird, bright green, quite lovely,
appears out of nowhere, hovering,
watching me water the garden. A simple act
that occupies us both. I wonder
if he is as entertained as I am?
a fine morning, this one,
a fine life here in the Sacramento Valley.

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The secrets of living welcome us like bees, like honey. Will tomorrow come? And if it does, will it come for us?

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As a boy, my mother would paddle me with a metal serving ladle. It hurt like hell and I called it The Big Spoon. If I was on the edge of being in trouble, and I often was, my mother would scream, “Jimmy! I’m going to get The Big Spoon.” Her booming voice carried across the rowhouses of Baltimore. It was a voice from Hell. Sixty years on, I wonder what the neighbors thought.

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james lee jobe 

At the bottom of great doubt lies great awakening. If you doubt fully, you will awaken fully.

Hakuin

Protest beyond the law is not a departure from democracy; it is absolutely essential to it. 

Howard Zinn

Nothing is merely a means to an end, nothing is merely a step on the path to somewhere else. Every moment, everything, is absolutely foundational in its own right. 

Barry Magid

My witness is the empty sky. 

Jack Kerouac 

 

Charlie Parker, A Night In Tunisia

In Kyoto,

hearing the cuckoo,

I long for Kyoto.

Matsuo Basho, 1644-1694 CE

Link: The Poetry Podcast With Really Nasty Language

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