A Cuban torch song from the 1950s plays in the background,
a little too loudly. Perhaps the song is actually in the foreground.
It is a beautiful spring day, but I cannot bring myself to go outside.
My son has been dead for one month, and his ashes wait
in a little box on the table beside the hallway to his old room.
When I walk past, I never fail to touch this box very lightly.
My, how long the days have become. How very slow.
james lee jobe
Give us wisdom as we reflect on our truths and our true intentions. Give us strength as we examine our lives with honesty and with hope. Give us courage as we dare to dream.
People sacrifice the present for the future. But life is available only in the present. That is why we should walk in such a way that every step can bring us to the here and the now.
Thich Nhat Hanh
I won’t come
I won’t come
I won’t go
I won’t live
I won’t die
I’ll keep uttering
The name
And lose myself
In it
I’m bowl
And I’m platter
I’m man
And I’m woman
I’m grapefruit
And I’m sweet lime
I’m Hindu
And I’m Muslim
I’m fish
And I’m net
I’m fisherman
And I’m time
I’m nothing
Says Kabir
I’m not among the living
Or the dead
Kabir, 1398-1518 CE
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