Tule fog covers the Sacramento Valley

Robert Rauschenberg

Sister, the time has come 

I need to lay down this body 

And weep 

Life orbits 

Around the sun with the earth 

And our solar system is moving through the galaxy 

What we have, we take on faith 

All of it, every moment, is a roll of the dice 

A cut of the deck 

We control nothing 

And so we control everything 

We control our own choices, and Sister 

Just now I choose to weep. 

--

Those mornings in winter 

When the mist of Tule fog covers the Sacramento Valley 

The early hours that pass like words between friends 

The harvest is done 

Empty fields shrouded with the mist

--

The Sacramento Valley wind speaks 

Putah Creek whispers 

And the fields and farm lands listen intently 

O dear sister, dear brother 

Will not you not walk on and on through this valley

James Lee Jobe 

Mose Allison - Everybody Cryin' Mercy

The Buddha taught for many years, but the dharma he explained wasn’t about acquiring knowledge; it was about changing the mind. It doesn’t take a lifetime of study. We all practice as we learn, all at our own rates.

Stephen Schettini, “A Sense of Belonging” 

London. Not that recent.

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