the cycles of season
It's hell writing and it's hell not writing. The only tolerable state is having just written.
Robert Hass
A tidal wave of sunshineÂ
Beams from the sun on the creekÂ
And on the vast fields
Birds in flight, geese, crowsÂ
Red tail hawks, turkey vulturesÂ
They flee the oaks and elms
And rise up toward the sun
The warm and lovely lightÂ
On their feathery wings
James Lee Jobe
My valley is a fine teacher Â
The cycles of season Â
The life of the watershed Â
Light and heat and water  Â
Growth across time Â
The Sacramento Valley is a fine teacher Â
And the lesson spans lifetimesÂ
James Lee JobeÂ
If every day you practice walking and sitting meditation and generate the energy of mindfulness and concentration and peace, you are a cell in the body of the new Buddha. This is not a dream but is possible today and tomorrow.Â
Thich Nhat Hanh
I can speak so sweetly
That I spit honey
It’s in my eyes
That the poison lies
James Lee Jobe
LINK: click here for a very fine poem, Parable, by Nickole Brown
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