books and poems stacked crazy

A lone owl 

It’s empty call

Floats from out of the trees

But I can’t tell from where

Midnight lays across the land

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Chilly, brisk air on my face

And all of California at my feet

Friend, every single journey

Begins with just one step

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The hermit doesn’t sleep the entire night

He gets up for two or three hours, late

To see the moon, the stars, the clouds 

The rain, the snow, the wind in the trees.

The hermit is then sleepy all day

Any blink of the eyes could be 

The first second of a lovely nap 

Funny hermit

Sleeping the day away but waking at times

To see the sun, the clouds, the weather

A hermit with books and poems stacked crazy

Makes his cave look full and wild

James Lee Jobe

Buddy Guy - Damn Right I've Got The Blues

"Your true self is not your emotion such as anger, frustration or hate. It is the inner witness that knows the rise and fall of your emotion."

Haemin Sunim

"Emptiness is bound to bloom, like hundreds of grasses blossoming." 

Dōgen Zenji

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James