4/14/21

Hold on to life.

It was the moon, you know, that taught me to believe, or at least to attempt belief. Yes, my friend, it was the moon; so vast, so beautiful, close and yet far, always changing, always returning. 

-jobe


Death and the world can darken your thoughts, darken your hope. That’s why you must hold on to life and to your dreams. With both hands. Brother. Sister. 

-jobe


Through the direction and nature of our attention, we prove ourselves to be partners in creation, both of the world and of ourselves.

-Iain McGilchrist


Maybe the purpose of being here, wherever we are, is to increase the durability and occasion of love among and between peoples. 

-June Jordan


There is a voice that doesn't use words — Listen! 

-Rumi

4/13/21

Night, like a tent.


Night arrived, right on time. 

Moon, but no wind at all. 

Life, as still as death. 

Let there be peace. 

Night, like a tent. 

Moonlight, like a lantern. 

Let there be peace. 

Dawn is but a promise, 

Not a guarantee. 

-jobe


Pine trees shaped like triangles, breathing like humans.

Redwood trees as strong as helpful giants, also breathing.

A breathing sky as lovely as a woman

Longing for love.

The watershed, Putah Creek here, breathing loudly

Like a young man who knows nothing of love.

Sunset is coming.

The breathing Earth spins like a dervish

While the solar system slides through the galaxy.

The universe breathes, like a tree, like the watershed.

Motion and growth. Breath.

-jobe


I’d like to point out to people the divine in a musical language that transcends words. I want to speak to their souls. 

-John Coltrane

A lion lives here.



The lone street lamp reminds me of a man stranded on an island. The quiet street is the still, calm ocean. Night. The huge Pacific. The feel of my feet on the sidewalk.

-jobe


There is a lovely hill in my heart. 

The sun rises on one side 

And sets on the other. Perfectly.

At noon the sun is exactly above 

The crest on my hill. 

A lion lives here, and a bear, 

And a dove. Wild flowers 

And pine trees. Squirrels. 

The sounds and smells of nature 

Cover the hill. My hill. 

And it is all in my heart. 

-jobe


Even now I crave her sweaty lust, her grunting passion, the moist, salty feel of her, and her eyes as bright as life. Even now. 

-jobe



We are condemned to freedom. 

-Jean-Paul Sartre


Love said to me: There is nothing that is not me. Be silent.

-Rumi


Conscious breathing is my anchor. 

-Thich Nhat Hanh

4/12/21

Our hearts are our own.


I am no one
In particular,
No more blue
Than the sky,
No more deep
Than the sea.
The same as you,
Just a small piece
Of the endlessness.
-jobe


We might take off our shoes and walk together through the dew-damp grass of the very early morning. We might sit down together with coffee and quiet talk, speaking of those things in our lives that are real. It might be that we have beliefs and values in common, and that our hearts are our own, that we are not controlled by some dogma or ideology. That who we are and what we are might be more important than where we were born or how we pray. Wouldn’t that be something? In these things I will place my hopes, and I promise to leave room for your hopes as well.
-jobe




We are indeed connected to all things, but we should feel free to move about, free to join others, free to examine preconceptions and misinterpretations, and free to find our buddhanature as we engage in the day’s most common actions and events.
-Gary Thorp


Ask yourself: have you been kind today? Make kindness your daily modus operandi and change your world.
-Annie Lennox

No priests for me now.


by Juliana Coles


Dig the earth for gold, for silver. 
Dig the earth for oil. Until the fingers bleed. 
Until the people bleed, eaten by cancer. 
Eaten by greed. 
And now the earth itself bleeds, 
Now the days are troubled. 
And what to show for all of this? Just a few 
Dirty coins to count. 
Nothing. 
-jobe


I suppose that I am still that boy
Who knelt before the altar,
Who knelt when the priest wished.
In some way, I must be,
For this is that body,
Although over a half-century has passed.
But I am not the same.
No priests for me now,
And no kneeling.
I have cast aside the false god
And the superstitions. 
I am slowly becoming an old man.
I have the poems, yes, 
And I have the truth. 
I have people to love
And a place to be.
That is enough for me now.
-jobe


by Tom Killion


Learn the rules like a pro, so you can break them like an artist.
-Pablo Picasso


To be fully alive, fully human, and completely awake is to be continually thrown out of the nest.
-Pema Chödrön


To learn something is to know yourself; to study Buddhism is to study yourself.
-Dōgen Zenji




4/11/21

The love that we start with.



The powers of a poet 

Are immense. 

Why, I can fit the entire earth 

In the body of my poem. 

Every rock, every grain 

Of sand, every drop of water. 

I capture them all, 

And I deliver them to you, 

Dear reader.

-jobe


We rest 

In the love 

We are blessed 

With 

We rest 

In the love 

That we nest 

With 

Open your heart 

To the love 

That we start 

With 

-jobe


Beyond random acts of kindness comes perpetual kindness.

-B. D. Schiers


To cut through the mind’s clinging, it is important to understand that all appearances are void, like the appearance of water in a mirage. Beautiful forms are of no benefit to the mind, nor can ugly forms harm it in any way.

-Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche


Be true to your teeth and they won't be false to you.

-Soupy Sales



LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe



4/10/21

Step by step, breath by breath.

 


One night past full, the moon rises

Over the tree to my east. A lot of pine,

Some oaks, four sycamores standing

In a row like soldiers on guard duty.

In walking meditation, I move slowly

Through the trees and out into the open.

Step by step, breath by breath -

Moonlight on my face, and finally

Looking up, in my eyes.

The Corn Moon, September.

-jobe


May I be spared the illusion 

That even one second belongs to me.

I own nothing.

There is only that which I do, 

And that which I don't do.

The rest is an illusion. 

-jobe


Unlike a painting, our minds are not fixed. It is like the image is wiped clean and a new one is created every moment. While the next image will often be very similar to the previous one, it is never exactly the same.

-Khentrul Rinpoche


When the Buddha walked, he walked without effort. He just enjoyed walking. He didn’t have to strain, because when you walk in mindfulness, you are in touch with all the wonders of life within you and around you.

-Thich Nhat Hanh

Rays from the sun light up our faces.



We, the people, live in this field that goes on and on. There is no fence, no border, no end. Flatness and crops. Rays from the sun light up our faces. 

-jobe


Whether it was the sound of rifle bolts 

Slapping into place, 

Or the click of a pistol being cocked, 

I hope there was defiance 

In the eyes of Frederico Garcia Lorca 

That last second before death. 

May there always be defiance 

When one of us, the people, 

Faces the fascist.

-jobe


Gray sky, wind. The first rains of a new winter. What is that to the prisoner, locked up tight in a cold cell? 

-jobe


Be happy; without reason.

-Tsoknyi Rinpoche


A student, filled with emotion and crying, implored, "Why is there so much suffering?" Suzuki Roshi replied, "No reason.”


Hope and fear cannot alter the seasons.

-Chögyam Trungpa

4/09/21

Every root, every insect


The land mirrors the memory of the footsteps

And the lives that came before. 

Heartbeat and breath, life and death.

Every root, every insect, all are a part

Of the whole. Even us.

-jobe


No sun, just a gray ceiling.


The Yuba River, rushing past. It is in a great hurry. Even at full-on noon the river has no time to cast my reflection. Swift water on white rocks. Overhead, a turkey vulture circles slow, watching.

-jobe


They tried to be immigrants

And instead were locked into camps. 

No sun, just a gray ceiling. 

-jobe


It doesn’t take many words to tell you how I love the silence.

-jobe


Fulfillment has nothing to do with circumstances. 

-Gangaji


Mindfulness practice is not an evasion or an escape. It means entering vigorously into life — with the strength generated by the energy of mindfulness. Without this freedom and concentration, there is no happiness. 

-Thich Nhat Hanh


As long as you seek for something, you will get the shadow of reality and not reality itself. 

-Shunryu Suzuki


Remember that everyone you meet is afraid of something, loves something and has lost something. 

 -H. Jackson Brown, Jr.


LINKS-

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe