rather small poems

The Restaurant de la Sirene at Asnieres, 1887 by Vincent van Gogh

the field where we grow peace 

lies fallow 

and filled with weeds 

but the field where we grow war 

is lush and green 

the crop is full 

for the soil there is rich and dark 

where are the field hands 

where is the farmer 

this farm needs guidance 

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the frogs 

believe in the rain 

and I 

believe in the frogs 

therefore 

I also 

believe in the rain 

what a world 

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from the navy blue sky comes the echo of my scream
no james that is not an echo it is the sound of death
and your young son has written it across the heavens

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I love the red flames that are tipped with blue

why do you dance around the fire

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by james lee jobe 

Once we recognize that all things are impermanent, we have no problem enjoying them. In fact, real peace and joy are only possible when we see clearly into the nature of impermanence. 

Thich Nhat Hanh

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Suffering isn't always a bad thing.

Brad Warner 

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Shut your mouth, close your lips, and say something! 

Pai-Chang 

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Ya gotta love livin', baby, because dyin' is a pain in the ass. 

Frank Sinatra 

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james