why we created basketball

Friend, I love this river.
Slender and slight,
A drink for the parched land,
A drink for us all.
From the mountains to the delta,
The river pulled by gravity and need.
See? Here in the bottom lands,
Even the heron wades in to bathe
And to look for a bite to eat.
Slender and slight,
Hands to heaven,
Thanks and praise.

james lee jobe

JOHN HIATT, Crossing Muddy Water 

When the mind recognizes itself, there is no thing to see there. It’s just wide open.

Tsoknyi Rinpoche

they did it

nuclear apocalypse

everything everywhere destroyed

except for the television commercials

somehow they kept on playing

forever

james lee jobe

There is no such thing as paranoia. Your worst fears can come true at any moment.

Hunter S. Thompson

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James Garfield (?)

I Was Sleeping Where the Black Oaks Move, a poem by Louise Erdich

It is possible to feel that one has no faults. Why? Because after discovering that one’s ideas and behaviors are imperfect, if one always immediately corrects them, this is maintaining a state of faultlessness.

Master Sheng-Yen

The creek always flows in one direction,
always going the same way. And the sun
rises in the east and sets in the west;
you can count on it. Everyday.
Consistency, it’s dependable, but dull.
That’s why we created basketball.

james lee jobe

Vincent van Gogh, a selfie

Nothing outside yourself can cause any trouble. You yourself make the waves in your mind. If you leave your mind as it is, it will become calm. This mind is called big mind.

Shunryu Suzuki

I dreamed I was in a house in England, where one corner of one small room was in France. This room had a table where wealthy French people met and ate, and one little door that let out into France. In the English part of the house, no one liked me, for I was Welsh. They weren't mean, just cold and standoffish. Perhaps the French would like me, they kept saying. So I went into the French room, and they did like me! They loved me! They gave me ancient books written in script that seemed flowing and lovely. There was laughter, fine dining and music, and when it was time to go, they led me to the small doorway into France, not back to England. I walked into a rolling, sunny countryside of grapes. Suddenly, I could sing in French.

james lee jobe 

Indeterminacy, a poem by Charif Shanahan

Do your little bit of good where you are; it's those little bits of good put together that overwhelm the world. 

Desmond Tutu

I'M WITH HER, Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

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