The difference between the poet and the mathematician is that the poet tries to get his head into the heavens while the mathematician tries to get the heavens into his head.
G. K. Chesterton
A LIGHT GROWS in the distant sky
out of the tightest corner of night
a sound grows in the earth beneath us,
the sound of life rising up from the deep
a new day is upon us — here and now
wake up my friend
jobe
HEAVY is the shadow — heavy is the sunset
long thoughts that weigh heavy on the heart
like old books holding down loose papers on a windy day
like old men holding down the young
to 'teach them their place'
like the rich holding down the poor
the sun goes down so slowly
tell me
how much grace will I need to get through this life
jobe
Summer, and the sunbeams
stream by fast, like children running
in yellow shoes.
jobe
Love by the way you walk, the way you sit, the way you eat. This world very much needs love.
Thich Nhat Hanh
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You can tell by the way I use my walk, I’m a woman’s man, no time to talk.
The Bee Gees
Why wonder?
They came to Jesus and he welcomed them and fed them.
Brother, he said. Sister.
He spoke to them about sharing.
They came to America and America turned them away.
Stranger. You pray wrong.
You might kill us because, after all, we've been killing you.
But we love people. You know, otherwise.
Why wonder?
If you have no faith, no kindness, then just say so.
Don't pretend that you do.
Be done with it.
jobe
It is in pardoning that we are pardoned.
Francis of Assisi
Those wild sparrows appear and disappear in a flash, sometimes one will land on my patio or in my yard, and peck around. Just a moment or two, and then gone again. Where do they live, where do they sleep? So tiny and delicate, so free, in a world as big as all that.
jobe
You're perfect just as you are. And
you could use a little improvement.
jobe
The big print giveth and the small print taketh away.
Tom Waits
IT IS NOT QUITE late in life but almost
I am conscious of my silence
the size of it like a mountain or a skyscraper
the grand canyon of silence
and inside of my blood at the molecular level
there is nuclear fission taking place
and one day it will end me
my cells will divide into death — nothingness
I am aware of this and answer with more silence
I would confess my sins if I thought it would do any good
or if I believed in sin
or if I believed there was someone to hear this confession
but I don't
more silence
I reject any notions of the catholicism from my youth
that still linger out of weakness and habit
samsara — delusion — life is suffering
there is only the dharma
silence
what happens next doesn't matter at all
jobe
The clouds pass by, they are
but an entertainment for the sky --
--and for you and I.
jobe
