believe in nothing at all

Art is the act of triggering deep memories,

of what it means to be fully human.

David Whyte, English poet

a bull moose dancing

you could ask me where I sleep -- I sleep here
among the oaks

you ask me what I believe -- I believe in everything
I believe in nothing at all

did I eat the bitter root -- yes it tasted awful like death
but I chewed and I swallowed

and did the animal power appear -- yes I am a bull moose
dancing around the small fire

I am something more than a man – no I am nothing
a grain of sand in the desert

I am finite and infinite – a part of the one the void
and so are you eat the bitter root

sleep here among the oaks
let the danger set you free

james lee jobe

and what if we become animals of the sand pit

imagine a world of sand
now imagine the heat that empties your heart
by the bucketful
one scoop at a time
will your leathery hide protect you
from the noon sun
will it protect you from the grief
that eats at your belly
biting and chewing away
the plumbing of your life
this sand pit is larger than the world
larger than time
you trudge along
sinking in to your ankles with every step
and the end is never any closer
there is no promise to hold you
and no faith to sustain you
and then the sun is beating you
like a cruel master
and in the bright sky above
a lone hawk circles

james lee jobe

That the sorrows and hurts, each as they come, only strengthen my resolve to be a better person, and also this; that from these sorrows and hurts I learn all over again how to forgive.

james lee jobe

Nothing in the cry

of cicadas suggests they

are about to die

- Basho

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james