the sound of birds, the sound of trees moved by wind

Charles Baudelaire - daguerrotype 1850

After dinner, standing outside in a light rain, I am connected to all creation. A perfect imperfection.

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With hope there is life. 

With life there is hope.

Live. Hold on to your hope. 

Keep the faith, always. 

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Hanshan, the old monk, on Cold Mountain.

Meditation, poems, and laughter.

The winter wind howling

Across the surface of the frozen snow.

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The music of living, the sound of birds, the sound of trees moved by wind. This music is a tall blessing, tall and wide. This life is everywhere. At once. 

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Kindness offers rewards that money can never supply. 

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james lee jobe 

Eating Chocolate Ice Cream: Reading Mayakovsky, a poem by Barbara Guest 

An Act of Love, a poem by Tommye Blount

Hey Fella Would You Mind Holding This Piano a Moment, a poem by William J. Harris 

David Benoit, Freedom at Midnight 

Soil for the legs

Axe for the hands

Flower for the eyes

Bird for the ears

Mushroom for the nose

Smile for the mouth

Song for the lungs

Sweat for the skin

Wind for the mind.

Nanao Sakaki, 1923-2008 CE

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James