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Looking for the far end of hoses.


I never put my hoses away, lazy man,

They lay wherever I drop them.

I never bother to remember where either.

I have spent my life walking around

Looking for the far end of hoses.

I imagine finches watching me, or raccoons,

All of them thinking me a fool --

Stupid man! He should put the hoses away!

Well, to hell with them all.

I don’t have feathers or fur,

And I don’t go around judging people

With poems on their minds.

-Jobe



The wind is passing by, on its way to somewhere, 

Coming from somewhere else. Outside, we whisper, 

And the wind carries our words away. 

Oh life, you magnificent diamond.

-Jobe



Speak your mind without hesitation,

And live your life without pretense.

Life is short,

And what is the use in pretending?

We come into this life alone

And somewhat on a whim,

And friend, we go out the same way.

Laugh as much as you please,

And as often as you please. Loudly.

Never miss a chance to love anyone.

Anger and hate are ridiculous things,

Like old men who try to hide their baldness

With the hair from the sides of their heads.

Listen closely now, I am speaking my mind

And my wonderful advice is absolutely free.

-Jobe



"Even though it may seem counter-intuitive, when you’re suffering, if you can focus on another person’s joy, you can share it, and that makes you feel better."

—Rick Heller


"Zen is a way of liberation, concerned not with discovering what is good or bad or advantageous, but what is." 

-Alan Watts


"Happiness means feeling you are on the right path every moment. You don't need to arrive at the end of the path in order to be happy."

-Thich Nhat Hanh



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-Jobe

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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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