dreaming with the full moon

putah creek, california, jlj

a righteous soul

indeed

to not seek satori

only service



in the waiting room

a room buried in grass and bad ideas

free of the confines of some orthodox version of reality

a bed. blankets in a heap

a pillow case that smells of dirty hair

a room buried in discarded thoughts and a lack of any traditional ideals

a bed

alone as all hell

a life troubled in sin and sweat and suffering

blessed in thought and deed

a dream cursed by the elders who cannot understand

untried and untrue

a life tied to the earth through the bones of time and staying alive

a dream

a chance never taken

a name chosen by someone else

maybe it fits and maybe it doesn't even come close

a situation

a family heavy with alcohol and goodbye

light in word and meaning

a name like a label or a number

a situation

success and failure and everything in between

a room

a bed

a life

a family

a name

a situation

steady yourself

the next in line is you

I (again) dreamed I was flying. I was flying in a tunnel that went in a downward spiral deep into the earth. When I got to the bottom there was a warm, intense light. It was was very freeing.

the crickets hold forth at sunset

who among us can say

if they are happy or sad

my birds are sleeping

in their warm dry cages

not me

I am up very late

dreaming with the full moon

 by james lee jobe 

sunrise through the trees, jlj

“We are not going in circles, we are going upwards. the path is a spiral; we have already climbed many steps.” 

Hermann Hesse, from 'Siddhartha'

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