a dust mite morning in california

Hildy Maze

you can look for yourself on the parched ocean
you can look for yourself on the breaking waves of the desert
on the flatness of the mountains that speak
or even on the heights of the low valley that is silent and slow
through the brittle shell of years you might count the days and the nights
and here in this world without color
you could paint the picture of what you are not
the picture of what you are is already within your grasp
or hanging framed on your own wall
these are times of change and wonder
just as the oracle said they would be
where will you go and what will you do when you get there
when you finally get so very tired
that you cannot go even one more step
stop where you are and look around
no one can say what it is that you will see
but you can be absolutely certain of what you will not see

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the whisper of the bones is empty

the whisper of the dirt is empty

on days of solid steel

and nights that are riveted into place

we answer to whispers

we answer to the truth

but what is truth

did someone ask that

if you cannot see the truth

you might as well be blind

if you cannot hear the truth

you might as well be deaf

whisper to the bones

say one word yes

whisper to the dirt

say one word yes

the truth isn't one thing for you

and another for everyone else

go now there is nothing more

about this that I could ever tell you

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I confess I can easily lose myself

in the distant shimmers of heat

that rise from the flat earth

a dust mite morning in california

by james lee jobe

Sarah Jarosz - Tell Me True

We can aspire to be kind right in the moment, to relax and open our heart and mind to what is in front of us right in the moment. Now is the time. If there's any possibility for enlightenment, it's right now, not at some future time. -Pema Chödrön

Whoever knows that the mind is a fiction & devoid of anything real knows that his own mind neither exists nor doesn't exist. -Bodhidharma

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