Ahn Jinee |
These herbs are bitter
And this world has a million stories
Hands, both large and small
Carry the water from the well
Life
Where are you taking me
The sky is filled with windows
If I can only open one, I will be free
James Lee Jobe
Wind in the cave:
movement in stillness.
Power in silence.
Deng Ming-Dao
238,857 miles away
Gravity from the moon moves entire oceans
Wipe the sleep from your eyes, my wife
Morning has come
And here am I
Moved by the gravity of you
James lee Jobe
Things are as they are. Looking out into the universe at night, we make no comparisons between right and wrong stars, nor between well and badly arranged constellations.
Alan Watts
My eyes strayed over the orchard,
As loyal as a dog.
All night,
The wind was a cauldron of fear.
My sorrow for a grave,
I hold you buried in my chest,
The tomb of memory.
My sorrow for a grave,
A well of evil dreams to water both of us.
All night,
Eating pie baked with your poison,
Baked with a dressing of tears.
My sorrow for a grave,
My grief for a blanket, even now.
Even now.
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James
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