gracing the blue sky
A breeze danced on my faceÂ
This morning at sunriseÂ
Isn’t that what heaven isÂ
From the pines I could hear a lark singÂ
And I think she agreed with meÂ
I wanted to tell youÂ
But you were still sleepingÂ
So soundly, like a childÂ
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A hungry man begs in front of a grocery store
A hard and sad irony under a golden sunÂ
That graces a lovely blue sky
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I learn the prayer
And then live with itÂ
Until my time is up
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It could be that we're all just talking in our sleep.Â
Like we're the extra people in someone else's dream
Saying words thought up by some other person
Not even living our own lives
James Lee Jobe
Wayne Shorter - Infant Eyes
To practice the way of Buddha means to completely live out this present moment—which is our whole life—here and now.
Kodo Sawaki Roshi
There is a charge for the eyeing of my scars, there is a charge for the hearing of my heart.
Sylvia Plath
The late Francisco X. Alarcon. Very missed.
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