rather small poems

The Restaurant de la Sirene at Asnieres, 1887 by Vincent van Gogh

the field where we grow peaceÂ
lies fallowÂ
and filled with weedsÂ
but the field where we grow warÂ
is lush and greenÂ
the crop is fullÂ
for the soil there is rich and darkÂ
where are the field handsÂ
where is the farmerÂ
this farm needs guidanceÂ
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the frogsÂ
believe in the rainÂ
and IÂ
believe in the frogsÂ
thereforeÂ
I alsoÂ
believe in the rainÂ
what a worldÂ
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from the navy blue sky comes the echo of my scream
no james that is not an echo it is the sound of death
and your young son has written it across the heavens
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I love the red flames that are tipped with blue
why do you dance around the fire
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by james lee jobeÂ

Once we recognize that all things are impermanent, we have no problem enjoying them. In fact, real peace and joy are only possible when we see clearly into the nature of impermanence.Â
Thich Nhat Hanh
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Suffering isn't always a bad thing.
Brad WarnerÂ
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Shut your mouth, close your lips, and say something!Â
Pai-ChangÂ
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Ya gotta love livin', baby, because dyin' is a pain in the ass.Â
Frank SinatraÂ

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