Those mornings in winter
When the mist of Tule fog covers the Sacramento Valley.
The early hours that pass like words between friends.
The harvest is done.
Empty fields shrouded with the mist.
-jobe
It was more than forty years ago. So cold.
The old rotten shed was fully engulfed in flame;
I had pulled off some old boards for a small fire
To keep from freezing. Sparks
From a stout north wind did the rest,
And me just standing there in the snow
As the sirens got louder and closer.
-jobe
Taking care of body, mind, soul, taking care of ourselves and each other emotionally and physically, repairing the world, earning a living—it’s endless. ... But to brightly begin, and then, having begun, to continue: that’s the great thing.
-Norman Fischer
Nothing we see or hear is perfect. But right there in the imperfection is perfect reality.
-Shunryu Suzuki
May I remember to be thankful for all that is already here, around me, with me; the beauty of existence.
-jobe
Mindfulness gives you time. Time gives you choices. Choices, skillfully made, lead to freedom.
-Henepola Gunaratana
Joy Harjo: A Poem To Get Rid Of Fear
Links:
HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard
VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003
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