Practicing kindness.

Neil Young - After The Gold Rush

We know how to tell the age of a mountain 

Or how long ago a desert was beneath a sea 

We have learned how trees make oxygen 

And how water moves through its cycle 

Of rain stream creek river ocean 

And then rises up like Christians at Rapture 

Only to become rain once again 

And these are good things to know 

But when will we learn that the only way 

To peace is through practicing peace 

And the the only way to kindness 

Is through practicing kindness 

James Lee Jobe 

Beyond random acts of kindness comes perpetual kindness.

B. D. Schiers

May I be spared the illusion 

That even one second belongs to me

I own nothing

There is only that which I do 

And that which I don't do

The rest is an illusion

James Lee Jobe 

I am a victim of introspection.

Sylvia Plath 

In the dream I had been trying to hold something together that just could not be. I had no one. Buildings were all old and dark inside. A small, rather pretty LatinX woman seemed to want me to hold her, but I did not. I walked away every time, at the sight of her earnest smiles. When I woke from all this I was still sleeping, but into another dream. I was watching a different woman sort through endless stacks of pants. "We're livin' large, ain't we?" I said this to her, ever the cynic, even in my dreams. The thing is, I also said these words out loud, and my voice had the hard, cold Baltimore accent of my youngest boyhood. It was like finding someone that you think you have lost. The clock said 4:53 am, and I got up anyway.

James Lee Jobe 

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James