bleeding & blinking

We are mice with amputated tails. 

This is a movie set; nothing is real. These wounds? They're 

just make up. Special effects. Gratuitous. Now, in this scene, 

the leading lady and the leading man finally realize their love 

after years of not actually even liking each other very much. 

We are mice with amputated tails. Bleeding on the white rug. 

Being mice, we don't have any lines. Our ridiculous mutilation 

is just a subplot, and so no one really cares. The director calls 

for silence. The stage lights dim. The leading man staggers 

toward the leading lady and takes her in his hairy arms. 

We just bleed and stand there blinking, like damn fools. 

james lee jobe

A bodhisattva should develop a mind that functions freely, without depending on anything or any place. 

The Buddha, “The Diamond Sutra”

a delicate ballet

that she doesn't know 

how lovely she is

makes her even lovelier 

she is a perfect night sky 

with the stars and the moon 

lined up like the dancers

in a most delicate ballet 

and now the conductor taps 

his baton and all goes silent 

and I am the audience 

and the dance of her beauty 

is but a second away 

james lee jobe

We think we know our own life, but what we know is only an edited version, colored by our emotions and narrow vision. How close can we come to the original draft? By staring at truth, the soil is warmed, and we begin digging toward the sky.

Gregg Krech

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