If we could see the whole truth of any situation, our only response would be one of compassion.
Mingyur Rinpoche
rain
just
says
one
word
over
and
overjobe
Common sense is not so common.
Voltaire
Link: Angel, a poem by Angela Jackson
it's the zen dog moon
the thunder moon to some
the buck moon to others
still more people have other names
for the full moon of July
yellow light on the pines
people in the park watching
their faces aimed up at the light
these are my neighbors
an old dog wanders by
unconcerned — not looking up at all
far away the master asked the student
"why does a dog have perfect Buddha nature?"
it’s because dogs don't care
if they have Buddha nature or notjobe
Start a huge, foolish project, like Noah. It makes absolutely no difference what people think of you.
Rumi
Link: Wetland, a poem by francine j. harris
the crows have come today
to count and measure the wounds of the earththese wounds are large and numerous
and the crows announce them one by oneI am their witness
jobe
True change is within; leave the outside as it is.
Dalai Lama XIV
the advertisement was for a rustic cabin for sale
looking at the photograph
I decided that rustic must mean beat all to hell
looking down at this aging body
one can see that I must be a rustic poet
and then
from somewhere outside of my also-rustic house
a dog began to bark
it barked for a very long timejobe
There is more stupidity than hydrogen in the universe, and it has a longer shelf life.
Frank Zappa
because we are human we think
we must endeavor to be perfect
how foolish —
it is our perfect imperfections
that makes us human
we suffer, we sweat, we love
so just love yourself anyway
right nowjobe
A baseball poem from William Carlos Williams, because I am jonezin’ for baseball:
The crowd at the ball game
The crowd at the ball game
is moved uniformly
by a spirit of uselessness
which delights them—
all the exciting detail
of the chase
and the escape, the error
the flash of genius—
all to no end save beauty
the eternal—
So in detail they, the crowd,
are beautiful
for this
to be warned against
saluted and defied—
It is alive, venomous
it smiles grimly
its words cut—
The flashy female with her
mother, gets it—
The Jew gets it straight— it
is deadly, terrifying—
It is the Inquisition, the
Revolution
It is beauty itself
that lives
day by day in them
idly—
This is
the power of their faces
It is summer, it is the solstice
the crowd is
cheering, the crowd is laughing
in detail
permanently, seriously
without thought
The old Dodgers were something special, but of my teammates overall, there was nobody like Pee Wee Reese for me.
Jackie Robinson
Man, I love baseball. For one thing, I spent 25 years in radio; DJ, producer, sometimes I filled in for the newsperson. I was even a traffic guy up in the air for a short while. And baseball gives an announcer space. Time. Like no other sport, baseball announcers can really talk to you. For me, Vin Scully was the master. Jack Buck, Red Barber, Mel Allen, Phil Rizzuto, Joe Gargiola — there are others who were also very real. For humor, Bob Uecker. Uecker used to do an impression of Scully calling a game during a nuclear strike. Killer. Oh, yeah, Pee Wee and Jackie were cool, too. It’s not that long until pitchers and catchers report for spring training. Yeah.
jobe
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