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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