homage to frederick kiesler, by robert rauschenberg |
Offer your heart to heal their wounds, to fade their scars.
Open the borders, open your house,
open your life to them - I will open mine.
Share the food, share the medicine, share the earth.
Immigrants, pilgrims. Their load is heavy,
and their souls are so weary.
What little they own, they carry with them,
and their dead have been left behind.
Will you not stand and be counted?
Will you not help to push open the iron door?
james lee jobe
Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming.
Dōgen Zenji
Washed and stir-fried with green beans.
Turning the soil in the garden,
there was a surprise;
some forgotten white radishes.
Washed and stir-fried with green beans,
onion, and asparagus,
dusted with fresh ground pepper,
dinner had an extra blessing tonight.
A little gift from the earth.
Isn't life wonderful?
james lee jobe
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