Let the beasts come and let the earth quiver.

Radovan Skohel

      I dip my toes in the river where no one ever swims. The water is cold, and I jump in anyway. I pull a strength up into me from a place far below and I walk across the fires of the maddened sky. I do not die. Not yet. The mauls of life pound me down and I stand again anyway. We all own that, but only if we claim it. I turn away from the face of evil and so become free. There is no hell, the devils live inside of us. Cast them out. Let the beasts come and let the earth quiver. Whatever is next, I can face. I do not give a damn for consequence. I do not give a damn if I now fail. I have already done everything that I came here to do.

james lee jobe 

Silently
time passes.
The only life I have
submits to its power.

Hatsui Shizue

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Buddy Guy, Damn Right I've Got The Blues

      In every world, there are other worlds, hidden worlds, and in every person are many other people. Should we question them? No. We should bathe them in those secret streams that flow with golden water. We should sail with them through one of a million skies. After all, who will stand forth and command today? And in which world will we choose to spend the most quiet and delicious dreams of our lives?

james lee jobe 

      The most valuable possession you can own is an open heart. The most powerful weapon you can be is an instrument of peace. 

 Carlos Santana

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Oleg Leonov

      Angels rise from a river of fire, their eyes are blazing. A man standing over a grave, argues with the bones of the dead. The bones do not, however, argue back. A wild, mongrel dog that doesn't care what you want. The bell, the damned bell, it just keeps tolling. I don't remember why I came here, and I don't remember the way back. Nightmare. My dreams are all dark, very dark, and I don't really know if I can ever wake up again.

james lee jobe 

      Rather than the fixed assignment we are given at birth, dharma reflects a breathtaking capacity of any one of us to take a journey away from constriction and resignation to a vital, creative, free life. 

Sharon Salzberg, “Expansion and Contraction”

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Radovan Skohel

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james