The bats fly at sundown, all day long they have slept under the I-80 Yolo Causeway. They fly the bottom land near the Sacramento River at night, eating mosquitoes. Quite nice of them. The river flows to San Francisco Bay. The bats return under the causeway by sunrise. They might rest with full stomachs, but they rest without thanks. The earth spins as always.
I tell you the past is a bucket of ashes.
Zen is not a particular state but the normal state: silent, peaceful, unagitated.
What is done in love is done well.
-Vincent van Gogh
I like Beethoven, especially the poems.
This world unfolds like a blanket, like a favorite shirt.
We are in a time of deconstruction. But we also have to remember that every deconstruction is an opportunity for reconstruction. We must ask ourselves, what is it we want to reconstruct and how do we go about it?
jobe reads some poems from Gary Snyder's Turtle Island