Mar 12, 2021

the puppy who dreamed of running


let’s meet on that border   

where galaxies meet   

space gases and cold darkness  

and stars so far away   

that they seem tiny   

let’s meet on that border   

when we’re part of the light   

when we’re part of the darkness    

-jobe 



This brief and beautiful life, to what shall I liken it? To the puppy who dreamed of running, moving his legs while he slept. To the cherry blossoms blowing loose in the wind. To my mother saying her last word in this life, and the word was love.

-jobe


Closing up the old house against the harshness of the world, my old beliefs have been stripped away from me. All that is left is just my bare self, as I am. And for beliefs? I'll believe in my own emptiness. I'll believe in the silent morning, and starting with that, I will go on.

-jobe








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