Mid-winter
And I miss sleeping with the windows open
Birdsong at first light
The first cars going by
The neighbor’s cat creeping out to my garden
To crap in the raised vegetable bed
Which looks, perhaps, like a giant litter box
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Nodding off while watching television, I dream I am in an old European train station. The dream is in black and white, and has a film noir look to it. I can't find you, or read the train schedule, and looking down I realize I only have one ticket. I feel sick down deep in stomach as I watch the train depart.
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Because we are human we think
We must endeavor to be perfect
How foolish --
It is our perfect imperfections
That makes us human
We suffer, we sweat, we love
So just love yourself anyway
Right now
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I dreamed of India; I was in a huge, spooky, old house at night, protecting people who were sleeping. Shadowy figures were about, and I dispatched several of them in various ways. I had no weapon. At the end, a lovely young girl took me in her arms and thanked me. It wasn't sexual, it felt more like the love of a sister. I kissed her cheek, and was walking away when I woke up here in California, in my recliner, before dawn.
James Lee Jobe
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Shunryu Suzuki
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