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How does one measure those things in life that are random?

 

Notice the people. Half of them

Are searching for a place to hide

While the rest cry out, “Look at me.”

And where are you, Jobe?

Somewhere in between, looking up,

Watching the sun at it shines

From behind a silver cloud.

-Jobe


The fat candle fizzled out in the hot wax just as the fresh sunrise began to color the morning sky. Timing is an interesting thing, isn’t it? The length of a coincidence. How does one measure those things in life that are random? Jobe, you old white-beard, all night you sat in that chair and now it is time to get up and greet yet another day of living. What time is it? The same time as always; now.
- Jobe 


"The Buddha encouraged us to think of the good things done for us by our parents, by our teachers, friends, whomever; and to do this intentionally, to cultivate it, rather than just letting it happen accidentally."

     ❖ Ajahn Sumedho


"When you are practicing generosity, you should feel a little pinch when you give something away. That pinch is your stinginess protesting."

     ❖ Gelek Rinpoche


"You have got to let go and let it happen." 

     ❖ Alan Watts


"If you have time to breathe, you have time to meditate. You breathe when you walk. You breathe when you stand. You breathe when you lie down."

     ❖ Ajahn Amaro


LINKS

Voices of a lost homeland: The poetry of Western Sahara

Barbara Kingsolver's Passion For Poetry Prevails In 'How To Fly'

‘Bigger than just me’: Stockton poet Brandon Leake captures historic ‘America’s Got Talent’ win

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-Jobe

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“That Mississippi sound, that Delta sound is in them old records. You can hear it all the way through.”
-Muddy Waters “Your mind is on vacation and your mouth is working overtime.”
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