Cooler air at last, and fewer things in the garden
My wife breaks out an old and well worn sweater
I have seen it on her now for many autumns
She smiles at me over her coffee cup
I cannot now remember my life from before her
Why would I need to
A morning in fall
James Lee Jobe
I think that every step, every breath, every word that is spoken or done in mindfulness—that is the manifestation of the Buddha. Don't look for the Buddha elsewhere. It is in the art of living mindfully every moment of your life.
Thich Nhat Hanh
-for Alexandra Lee-Jobe
In time we all must go
But shall we leave our shadows behind
If it could be so, then one day, far from now
Let your shadow meet my shadow
Both stretched out long from the afternoon sun
And we’ll be together again, as we are now
Shadowy hand in shadowy hand
Our dark lips touching gently together
James Lee Jobe
New Year's first snow --ah--
just barely enough to tilt
the daffodil
Matsuo Bashō (1644-1694)
I was born of tongues and fire and drums
Learning to listen took me a while
For one thing it was hard to hear
Over the noise of myself
Years rolled by with the earth circling a star
That could use a better name
Milton, or Doris might be nice choices
Friendly.
And all of this in a solar system
That slides across the galaxy unchecked
In time I learned to lighten up a little
To rest
From the universe to our galaxy
And from there to Putah Creek
Right here on Planet Earth
Ssh
Be quiet now James
Slow down and listen
Try and pay attention this time
James Lee Jobe
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James
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