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5.10.2025

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Run, my dear, from anything that may not
strengthen your precious budding wings.

Hāfez

brown rock formation under blue sky during daytime
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It was one of the giant sequoia trees like you see in a movie. There were openings in it, some were as large as a room. The tree was as big around as a house at the base. In one of the smaller openings sat a man and a woman. "Do you want to make love to me?" He was surprised that she asked him that, but quickly said yes. They took off their hiking boots and clothes and spread a sleeping bag out on the ground. "Touch my face with one hand, and touch the tree with the other," she told him. Had she done this before? Here? He didn't know, but obeyed. Her face was soft, she was a lovely woman, and the tree, well, it felt like a tree. They were still for a moment and the man felt his consciousness fading away. He felt at one with the earth, like he had roots. And that was the last thought he had. He was gone, there was only the woman and the sequoia, which was just a little larger than before.

jobe

Greed is not kind to others. Greed
is not even kind to the greedy.

-B. D. Schiers

The sun spends the whole day hard at work

only at night does she rest

in that secret place we cannot see

some say it is other side of the world

but I say it is the other side of all life

jobe


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Let a joy keep you. Reach out your
hands and take it when it runs by.

Carl Sandburg

Satori haiku

Satori — what's that?

every moment is satori -

how lovely, the dawn

jobe


This World Which Is Made of Our Love for Emptiness

Praise to the emptiness that blanks out existence. Existence:
This place made from our love for that emptiness!

Yet somehow comes emptiness,
this existence goes.

Praise to that happening, over and over!
For years I pulled my own existence out of emptiness.

Then one swoop, one swing of the arm,
that work is over.

Free of who I was, free of presence, free of dangerous fear, hope,
free of mountainous wanting.

The here-and-now mountain is a tiny piece of a piece of straw
blown off into emptiness.

These words I'm saying so much begin to lose meaning:
Existence, emptiness, mountain, straw:

Words and what they try to say swept
out the window, down the slant of the roof.

Rumi (Jalāl al-Dīn Muḥammad Rūmī) 1207 — 1273 CE


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Moonlight in the west

a south wind tonight

where are you son

is the bardo as empty as earth

death has called us in the wrong order

one cannot make assumptions in life

my son my son

I am counting the nights until I join you

moonlight in the west

a south wind tonight

can you hear it blow

jobe

Love never made a fool of me. I always was one.

Greg Brown

Bicycle Haiku

Late summer bike ride,

grasshopper lands on my neck --

where to, little friend?

jobe


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Perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who
are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave.

Rainer Maria Rilke

Good manners are everything

be polite at your booking

say thank you when you empty your pockets

when you are fingerprinted and photographed

is there a line-up for a witness identification

smile and nod at the window that looks like a mirror

imagine that you are in a talent show

try to make a good impression

introduce yourself and offer a handshake

Tell them you are happy to be there

actually be happy to be there

jobe

You were wild once. Don't let them tame you.

Isadora Duncan

Crazy man

I was jailed into myself

into my own head

I thought I was 'deep in thought'

the sentence was given to me by myself

life-as-jobe… with no parole

oh hell

but don't worry

I busted out of my cell

one night when the guard was sleeping

foolish guard — that was me too

jobe

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