spoiled fruit
stale bread
moldy cheese
ghosts at the table
laughing
pretending to eat
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catastrophe something is wrong
with the planet it continues
to spin as a planet should but
this earth of ours prays like
an old man waiting to die
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When I leave here
let me go unembalmed into the soil
no coffin
no headstone
let the world be a little richer
for my passing
my flesh feeding the earth
as I fade away
cual era tu nombre
mi nombre era james
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The power of being human.
From my right hand, a poem escapes,
running down my fingers
to the pencil and the page.
Through the left hand comes an energy of life,
the power of being human.
Neither hand holds a weapon,
and neither makes a fist.
This life is a million particles of dust
flowing beautifully
in the lowering light of the evening.
And I am still James.
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James Lee Jobe
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If your mind is empty, it is always ready for anything; it is open to everything.
Shunryu Suzuki
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Freeing oneself from words is liberation.
Bodhidharma
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The inspiration you seek is already within you. Be silent and listen.
Rumi
Peace is every step.
The shining red sun is my heart.
Each flower smiles with me.
How green, how fresh all that grows.
How cool the wind blows.
Peace is every step.
It turns the endless path to joy.
Thich Nhat Hanh
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