living in my pajamas

Does the raccoon in my underbrush know 

That we are halfway between Solstice and Equinox 

Would she even care

With perfect buddha-mind 

She scampers off under sweet moonlight 

To find something to eat 

She’ll be successful, too 

I scattered some treats for her 

Just before sundown

James Lee Jobe

Art isn't anecdote.
It's the consciousness we bring
to bear on our own lives. 

Cheryl Strayed

Towne Van Zandt - Lost Highway

2 days of steady rain
I lived in my pajamas
I prefer a quiet life anyway
The smell of freshly brewed coffee
A close sky of gun metal gray
Of dark silver and black

James Lee Jobe

I suppose the most revolutionary act one can engage in is ... to tell the truth. 

Howard Zinn

Buddha means awareness, the awareness of body and mind

that prevents evil from arising in either. 

Bodhidharma 

Wild finches outside the closed window

The green of the pine trees in the rain

Watching the moon wax larger

More every night until she is full

Owls hooting in the darkness

Life in the Sacramento Valley is lovely

To both the eye and the heart

And soon tomorrow will become today

All over again     

Rest well friend

James Lee Jobe

We don’t live life in general; we live life in particular ways, and it is in its particulars that life is invested with wisdom and meaning.

Henry Shukman, “A Matter of Misdirection”

LINK: Abecedarian on the Good Father, a poem by Keith Leonard

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