smoke in the distance

michael jenna

the creatures that we become

be careful 

in just a moment these woods will burst into flame 

the creatures that we have been until now will just cease to be 

and I do not know what we will become 

and even if I did know    I might not tell you 

whatever we become    the woods will be gone 

and we will need to go into the town to live 

people there love money and possessions 

and little else 

they spend their days folding dollar bills into little boats 

and setting them adrift in the river 

wealth flies through the air like a powerful god 

bankers are the priests 

poverty is shunned and the poor are sent away 

and those who remain do not care 

the houses are all lit up garishly    it is christmas 

in the distance there is smoke from the burning trees 

james lee jobe

"There’s something about silence—it’s like being in the eye of a hurricane. When we can be still, when we’re not trying to figure it out, there’s a knowing and an intuition that we can connect with."

George Mumford

allen koppe

morning    

a cool summer breeze 

hot black coffee and cold sliced tomatoes 

cuban music playing softly in the background 

I am conscious of what a joy it is to be alive 

I don’t believe in any gods 

and yet I want to thank someone 

thank you

james lee jobe 

Since you alone are responsible for your thoughts, only you can change them.

Paramahansa Yogananda

the beatles - I am the walrus

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