the taste of darkness

This is the taste of darkness.

The taste of metal in the air, 

the taste of electricity. 

You close your eyes 

to the sunlight of noon. 

The taste of your eyes. 

The taste of sunlight, 

the taste of the day. 

Walking with your eyes closed, 

no they're covered, 

and one arm is reaching out. 

The taste of walking. 

The taste of an arm in the air. 

Now it is night, 

you can taste the darkness, 

like metal, like electricity. 

This is the taste of being alive.

james lee jobe

The Diamond Sutra, a new translation  (link)

Rest and be kind, you don’t have to prove anything. 

Jack Kerouac

Drinking Alone Beneath the Moon

 

Among the blossoms, a single jar of wine.

No one else here, I ladle it out myself.

 

Raising my cup, I toast the bright moon,

and facing my shadow makes friends three,

 

though moon has never understood wine,

and shadow only trails along behind me.

 

Kindred a moment with moon and shadow,

I've found a joy that must infuse spring:

 

I sing, and moon rocks back and forth;

I dance, and shadow tumbles into pieces.

 

Sober, we're together and happy. Drunk,

we scatter away into our own directions:

 

intimates forever, we'll wander carefree

and meet again in Milky Way distances.

Li Po, 701-762 CE

THE LOVING KINDNESS SUTRA  (link)

People say I am a hermit; it isn’t true.

I travel all of the time, thousands of miles –

it’s just all in my mind. Europe, 

Alaska, even the moon! Returning home 

I can hear that owl who lives 

among the pines across the street;

that’s how I know I am home again.

Today was a good day for traveling. 

james lee jobe

Muddy Waters - Champagne & Reefer

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