I know who I am, but at 68, that’s not unusual. Some of my wounds have healed and some of them will never heal. Wounds are like that; some are just too large to be affected by time. Especially one wound that festers and swells. I never touch it. There is still love, which is far more important. My wife, our family, our friends. Outside at dawn today the rising sun cast a pink light on the pines and I looked up, satisfied.
-jobe
The good thing about science is that it's true whether or not you believe in it.
-Neil deGrasse Tyson
HIS mother’s eyes set
in his father's face
and in his pocket - heroin
and oxy
a young man
his ashes now scattered
everywhere
-jobe
We need to think of each other as true brothers and sisters, concerned for each other's welfare.
-Dalai Lama XIV
OUR blessed mother who loves.
our blessed mother of the new morning.
our blessed mother of deepest night.
our blessed mother of the river valley, of the oaks, the pines, the elms.
our blessed mother of the broken mountains.
our blessed mother of sorrow and joy,
of tears and laughter, of living this life in the moment.
our blessed mother who walks the fields and forests.
our blessed mother who walks through those dreams that we have while our eyes are still open.
our blessed mother who walks with light steps, leaving no tracks.
our blessed mother who walks through the snow with bare feet.
our blessed mother who walks through the desert with bare feet.
our blessed mother who walks while we rest.
our blessed mother who walks to a land beyond our imagination.
our blessed mother who sees the distance between wrong and right and left, between love and hate and indifference.
our blessed mother who sees the writing on the wall, who sees the warning signs and omens.
our blessed mother who loves the sun and moon and stars.
our blessed mother who loves the earth, the seas, and the changing sky.
our blessed mother who loves both the dog that sleeps and the dog that attacks.
our blessed mother who loves the child who grows to love and the child who grows to hate, and loves them equally.
our blessed mother who loves the beginning and the end.
our blessed mother who loves the plots, the plans, and the dreams.
our blessed mother who loves the peace that is earned,
the peace that is unearned.
our blessed mother who loves that peace we can never earn.
our blessed mother who loves the christian, the jew, the muslim, the pagan, the buddhist, the taoist, the atheist, and the wise and patient agnostic.
our blessed mother who loves you.
our blessed mother who loves you.
our blessed mother who loves you.
-jobe
Mind is like a mad monkey.
-Sathya Sai Baba
Toward the end of the dream I was in a poorly lit living room with a balding middle-aged man in horn rimmed glasses. He was tall and thin, and he slouched. Through the windows I could see a suburban neighborhood crowded with houses. On the floor, by my feet, something scurried past. I couldn’t tell what it was, when I looked down the floor seemed out of focus and murky. Foggy, indistinct. My man stood close and looked down into my face. “Am I supposed to be afraid of a goddamned goat?” I had no answer, but I like goats and I told him so. “Yes, yes,” he said, “We won’t worry about the goat.” Then the dream changed and I knew that I was dreaming. I woke up and checked the clock. It was 1:20 AM, and I got up to pee. I’m an old man, you know.
-jobe
People who own the world outright for profit will have to be stopped; by influence, by power, by us.
-Wendell Berry
Grandmother, a poem by Mary Leauna Christensen
Someday I’ll Love, a poem by Emerald ᏃᏈᏏ GoingSnake
A day spent listening to the blues, writing and editing, and having dinner with those you love is a day well spent. May your days pass with peace.
-jobe