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2.11.2025

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A righteous soul, indeed—

To not seek Satori, only service.

jobe

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The truth is that you already are what you are seeking.

Adyashanti


What is the weight of death? He wondered that.

He would put a corpse on a scale that held a balance

of life and death, and then subtract life, but the sum

he got never seemed right. He tried this many times,

until the pile of bodies was taller than the hills

and the air stank. Eventually he died not knowing

the answer, but friend, not every question has an answer.

jobe


LINK: My First Black Nature Poem, by Latasha N. Nevada Diggs

landscape photography of body of water during golden hour
Photo by Jordan Steranka on Unsplash

thinking about poems while driving

I sometimes get a little lost

or forget where I’m going

and just keep driving straight on

retired for a dozen years now

I might take the exit for work anyway

because of the poems living in my brain

growing like rows of ripe corn

and my heart putting out gold like a mine

in the Sierra Nevada 17 decades ago

time spent and distance covered is math

but time and distance divided by Rumi

is somewhat more spiritual

like food for the soul

besides I’ll remember where I’m going

sooner or later

who cares?

jobe


My soul is an empty carousel at sunset.

Pablo Neruda


Can this be done in seven days?

Build a life-sized model of this planet

that we stand upon.

Use soil and water and fur.

Use claws and hooves and roots.

Add oceans and mountains that reach

as far as the eye can see and then some.

Add a desert that glows like a diamond

under the sad loveliness of the moonlight.

Add a god or two, or don't. That doesn't matter.

I’ll wait here in the empty fields and pray

and watch the soft rain fall while you work.

I’ll focus on my breath and hold you

in my heart, for you glow like a diamond, too.

jobe

LINK: February 11, 1990, a poem by Wanda Coleman

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