A righteous soul, indeed—
To not seek Satori, only service.
jobe
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
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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