I have made a map to your heart and your sacred treasure. I drew the rivers in red and the trees in blue. I gave the highways names, not numbers. Frank. George. Like that. Nothing on this map has a beginning or an end, just the beautiful kindness of life in the middle. I scaled your kiss to the size of the page, and carefully listed the weight of those years that I have loved only you. In the corner of this map is the key, and there I listed the dreams we built together across the shadow of time. We are blessed by the gifts of darkness and light in the world where we live. Tomorrow, when the sunrise pushes away the night, I will roll the map up small and tight, place it in an empty bottle, cork it, and toss it into the roiling sea. This is romance.
James Lee Jobe
The realization of no self is not at all nihilistic. It simply means that the self is something different from what we habitually assume it to be.
Guo Jun
The fat candle fizzled out in the hot wax just as the fresh sunrise began to color the morning sky. Timing is an interesting thing, isn’t it? The length of a coincidence. How does one measure things that are random? James, you old white-beard, all night you sat in that chair and now it is time to get up and greet yet another day of living. What time is it? The same time as always: now.
James Lee Jobe
At the bottom of great doubt lies great awakening. If you doubt fully, you will awaken fully.
Hakuin
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You can struggle endlessly for perfection, but what you achieve is a perfectly endless struggle. As I write this, it is a perfectly glorious morning.
James Lee Jobe
In a mind clear as still water, even the waves, breaking, are reflecting its light.
Dogen Zenji
James Lee Jobe
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