time is nothing
"If we live, we live; if we die, we die; if we suffer, we suffer; if we are terrified, we are terrified. No problem."
Alan Watts
The land where I live is a land of trees
And a land of trees is a land of birds
A cold night in autumn
And from above the wind
Comes the soft hoots of an owl
It is a melancholy sound
But perhaps I am hearing my own sadness
Yes I am sure of it
From my kitchen window at midnight
I see bright moonlight on the tall pines
With their branches moving in the biting wind
Their wide trunks are hidden in shadow
James Lee Jobe
Chris Thile. Sarah Jarosz.
Where The Soul Of Man Never Dies.
Half surrendered to sleep
The warm sun on my face
It has been some years
Since I stopped wearing a watch
James Lee Jobe
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James