I opened up my brain
Using a screwdriver as a prying device
I wanted to put something in there
Anything really
It didn't work as planned
But at least that little fly got out
Poor bastard
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I live in Davis California
With about 65,000 people
(Once a native village was here
Called Putah-toi)
It's surrounded by good farmland
And even all these people here
Every now and then a coyote will show up
Maybe on the edge of town
Looking for a meal
More often I saw a hawk hunting
From up above or maybe resting
On a tree limb or a telephone line
And it's easy to hear an owl or maybe two
Hooting softly at night or sunrise
A little bit of the natural world
Filtering in among our buildings
And our concrete and asphalt
The trees are wild
They're here by the thousands
Squirrels rabbits raccoon sparrows
Are they in my world
Or am I in theirs
It's all the same anyway
In the void
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Put on your hat and coat
Walk swiftly now through the door
And quickly move out across this world
See the universe now, as it is
Drunk with the morning light
The cool damp earth of winter
Feeding on the decayed leaves of autumn
And something is waiting for you
Out in the cold air
Now
Something that quickens your pulse
And puts a smile on your face
Now
This very moment
What is it
Your life
James Lee Jobe
THE BYRDS, Lover Of The Bayou
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There’s only one thing that’s better than getting what you want: it’s to know that you can be happy whether you get it or not.
Adyashanti
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Don't expect others to praise you or raise toasts to you. Don't count on receiving credit for your good deeds or good practice.
Chögyam Trungpa
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Do what's right because it's right. Period.
James Lee Jobe
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You've got to dig it to dig it, you dig?
Thelonious Monk
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This can still happen anywhere. Not everything is lost.
Naomi Shihab Nye (from her poem “Gate A-4)
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Living in a big city, sometimes we feel that we don’t know our neighbors but actually we know them well. They want pleasure and don’t want pain.
Jeffrey Hopkins
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