Walking the broken streets I turned stones into flowers. There were roses of many colors. One purple iris I saved for my love. A bouquet of stone with the scent of a million tears! At the end of a long day this scent was everywhere, on your clothes, your hands. On your life.
James Lee Jobe
Avoid the world, it's just a lot of dust and drag and means nothing in the end.
Jack Kerouac
Art Pepper Quartet - Live in 1964
This is how the sunshine tastes.
Like birth, like life. And this is how
It tastes to be a human in sunlight.
Even now, in the darkness, the flavor
Is on my lips, on my tongue.
James Lee Jobe
A fool sees himself as another, but a wise man sees others as himself.
Dōgen
This valley
So long, flat, and wide
Is graced by the Sacramento River
Cold and quick
Air that is like your first breath
Air that holds your most private moments
The earth here is as rich a Vanderbilt
Or a Kennedy
The crops are diamonds in the rough
And the air and the soil grace each other
The way that an angel might grace a child
James Lee Jobe
There ain't no sin and there ain't no virtue. There's just stuff people do.
John Steinbeck, The Grapes of Wrath
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