Mar 9, 2021

you are what you love

A sunrise as fine as a wild horse running toward the mesa. A morning of muscle, sweat, and salt. The long, untrimmed mane of the horse flies back with the wind of the running, and little by little the daylight light increases. Time is a wisp of wind and the sound of pounding hooves. Ah, look! The horse is already far away, and the lovely day has begun.

-jobe


wake up   

you are what you see 

wake up 

you are what you feel   

you are what you love   

wake up and get up  

the earth is waiting for you    

out there   

-jobe  










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