bits and pieces

Mid-afternoon, my granddaughter

is down for her nap,

and my sweet wife sleeps with her.

This old house is quiet at last, after

a full day of a three year old at play.

Now, for meditation in the silence,

there is only my breath.

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A sunny winter day, clear but cold and blowing. John Coltrane's A Love Supreme is turned up loud.

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I planted some seeds I found and a forest grew, filled with strange birds of many colors. I sprouted feathers and built a nest deep in that forest. I gave names to the birds and the trees. I think I might be the forest god; hear me crow, watch me fly. 

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Trust yourself. Live in such a way as you know to be true. Be true.

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getting closer to 70 I trust to coincidence

I trust random

what is this life anyway?

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I don't hear 'quack.' To me it sounds like the ducks are saying 'whack.'

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Keep walking. Keep working. Never stop.

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Today's forecast: Periods of sadness or sorrow, broken up by periods of great beauty and joy. Welcome to Glory. Open your heart to it all.

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It's windy here in the valley today, and from the pine trees many small branches break off. My dog wants to smell them all, slowly, one at a time. My smiles from this are small but quite frequent. Thank you, o wind, for your gifts.

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Being vulnerable takes power and strength. Real strength. I admire the vulnerable.

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James Lee Jobe

MILT JACKSON & JOHN COLTRANE 

Bags & Trane, 1959 album

Trying to convince someone is fundamentally our ego's activity. Even if we prove to be right, our ego seeks a new argument to tangle with. 

Haemin Sunim

Silence is a source of Great Strength. 

Lao Tzu, Tao Te Ching

No act of kindness, no matter how small, is ever wasted. 

Aesop

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jlj