legs now too weak from atrophy

The instructions said to plant the seed in moist soil and then worship whatever grows there. The wind whispered to me as I turned the soil.

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Every day is full of opportunities to do good; may I have the ability to see them, and the courage to step and embrace them.

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Can you see nothing of the moon?

Who is cooped up in their room day and night?

A prisoner of the walls and of the ceiling?

Is the window closed? And are the drapes drawn?

Can you see nothing of the moon? Nothing of the sun?

Are your legs now too weak from atrophy for you

To stand and walk to the door?

Does your hand still possess the strength

To throw the lock and turn the knob?

Do you wish nothing of the fresh air or freedom?

Are you alive or merely existing?

Can you see nothing of the moon?

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Sometimes the Light inside of me is so strong and bright that even the stones by my feet have voices. Life opens up like a present, like a gift, and so it is. Listen to the wind, and listen to birds, for they understand the wind. Unwrap the gift. Is this too fast for you? I can go slower.

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This is the first night of your solitude.

The window is closed;

You are on one side of the glass,

And the strength and power of night

Is on the other. The darkness cheers you on,

Like cheerleaders at a basketball game.

Someone has passed the ball to you,

And you were not expecting it.

You are moving quickly down-court,

Watched by the eyes of a thousand strangers,

And yet alone.

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I love Cuban music, poetry from long ago in Japan and China, and art deco buildings in old cities. I embrace the idea of space travel, but before lift-off I would have us first make sure that every belly is full. And speaking of food, I like hot sauce on mine, and I crave coffee so strong that the neighbors can smell it, and come over for a cup. To watch the clouds drift across a blue sky pleases me, and so does the sound of an owl late at night. It is good, this life, like a kind child slipping beneath the blankets on a winter night. I hold my hands up to the moon and stars to give thanks, and the endearing light shines down with the sweetest love.

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james lee jobe (all of the above)

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Maybe you are searching among the branches, for what only appears in the roots.

Rumi

It is simply impossible to improve either oneself or the world by force.

Alan Watts 

We shall never know all the good that a simple smile can do. 

Mother Teresa

Our destination is our vow to do good, to do no harm, and to seek awakening for ourselves and others. Our starting point is accepting and embracing all of our qualities, good, bad, and neutral.

Mark Herrick

LINKS:

Folk Song, a poem by Diane Seuss

Bay Leaves, a poem by Nikki Giovanni

From Listen to the Golden Boomerang Return, a poem by Caconrad

[When you told us our glances, soft, timid, and mild,] a poem by Wallada bint al-Mustakfi

Al Green, Love and Happiness 

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james