Come now and beat the drums loudly

Street art, Spain.

Imagine a life 

Where one can redo 

That which failed 

Where one can strip naked 

And shower in the cold rain 

With no shame or fear 

Imagine a life 

Where one can see 

That sorrow can be a blessing 

Where time is as still 

As the untouched surface 

Of clear clean water 

James Lee Jobe 

All spiritual teachings are in vain if we cannot love. 

-Jack Kornfield 

Brook Benton - Rainy Night In Georgia

Every autumn the rains return to the Sacramento Valley 

But we don’t celebrate 

There are no rain rituals 

And no offerings are made in thanks 

What kind of people have we become

Not only do the seasonal rains replenish the valley 

They also help save us from the California wildfires 

Let us stand naked and wet 

Shouting praise for every drop

Let us raise our hands and hearts up to the clouds

Come now and beat the drums loudly

Out to the field 

Reach for the sky 

James Lee Jobe 

I hold the most archaic values on earth ... the fertility of the soul, the magic of the animals, the power-vision in solitude.... the love and ecstasy of the dance, the common work of the tribe. 

-Gary Snyder

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James