the cycles of season

It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.

Robert Hass

A tidal wave of sunshine 

Beams from the sun on the creek 

And on the vast fields

Birds in flight, geese, crows 

Red tail hawks, turkey vultures 

They flee the oaks and elms

And rise up toward the sun

The warm and lovely light 

On their feathery wings

James Lee Jobe

My valley is a fine teacher  

The cycles of season  

The life of the watershed  

Light and heat and water   

Growth across time  

The Sacramento Valley is a fine teacher  

And the lesson spans lifetimes 

James Lee Jobe 

If every day you practice walking and sitting meditation and generate the energy of mindfulness and concentration and peace, you are a cell in the body of the new Buddha. This is not a dream but is possible today and tomorrow. 

Thich Nhat Hanh

I can speak so sweetly

That I spit honey

It’s in my eyes

That the poison lies

James Lee Jobe

LINK: click here for a very fine poem, Parable, by Nickole Brown

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James