no calendar, no clock, no schedule

Thich Nhat Hanh

Wasps, by the bucketful, cover my face like a mask. I have begun having dreams where I am someone else, not me at all. Once, I was an old man who loved a young girl the way a child loves Jesus. In another I was an angry gangster facing down the police. These are dreams that smell of meat, and taste of sadness and guilt. With my hands I rub the sound of them, sound that floats over the surface of a pond. I am not gentle. Strong images of courage, stupidity, and love wasted. Looking into a dirty mirror, I tell the wasps that their mask is beautiful, but is it really me speaking, or the reflection? 

James Lee Jobe 

In sleep, fantasy takes the form of dreams. But in waking life, too, we continue to dream beneath the threshold of consciousness, especially when under the influence of repressed or other unconscious complexes. 

Carl Jung

Time to travel - The mountain snow
Has melted into the streams that feed the rivers The flowers are in full bloom.
Cubs and fawns are out in the world
We should be too

james lee jobe

The world is its own magic. 

Shunryu Suzuki



We are different from the owls
In the pines, our lives are different
And so are our songs
But if we reach inside ourselves
We too can fly

James Lee Jobe

As long as a society protects the vulnerable among them, they can be expected to prosper and not decline. 

The Buddha, in the Mahaparinrvana Sutta



In this dream the sick flowers are coughing blood on the feet of the nurses. Here, the river is charging down the side of the rusted mountain, washing the low places before it. You can see for yourself. Sinatra is singing something about the supernova of yet another dwarf star.

Here, there is no calendar, no clock, no schedule, and no fences to hold back the stomping feet of time, no need to exhale, only to inhale.

In this dream the sick flowers are dropping to the emergency room floor, and a code has been called, but no one is answering it. The river has washed away the blood, and the nurses have turned away, and one by one they have begun to climb the mountain.

James Lee Jobe

We usually take our habitual thoughts and emotional reactions as a given, an inevitable part of our experience. But investigating the mind at the subtlest level lets us see how emotions and thoughts begin in our very first reaction to what we perceive.

Tara Bennett-Goleman, “Emotional Alchemy: How the Mind Can Heal the Heart”

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James