a kind of bragging

No one to bother me, I like that

Look at the sky

It is like the palette of an artist 

Who works with shades of gold and blue

Morning sounds from the first birds

Sunrise comes over the Sierra Nevada Mountains

James Lee Jobe 

A bone to the dog is not charity. Charity is the bone shared with the dog, when you are just as hungry as the dog.

Jack London

Let silence be the conversation I seek

What is speech but a kind of bragging

Shut up, James 

In life

You have already succeeded

James Lee Jobe

A quiet house. I am up late reading Matsuo Bashō’s ‘Narrow Road To The Interior.’ The haibun are pleasing, and I fall asleep in my chair, just an old man with his book in his lap.

At night the house settles

The occasional creaking sounds

Are very welcome

It’s our erroneous belief in a separate selfhood, with its insistent refrain of 'I, me, mine,' that keeps us from hearing and seeing directly.

Shinge Sherry Chayat Roshi

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