Apr 23, 2021

Change is the constant. Impermanence.


Those finches in my jasmine sound so happy; could it be a message? Could the finches be telling me that I’ve grieved long enough? “Life is for the living, James.” Thank you, little friends, but my grief goes on.

-jobe


Come the dawn, I will shed this human skin.

Be one with the earth, with the air, with the water.

Be one with the beautiful light.

Change is the constant. Impermanence. 

To walk barefoot and naked

Across the soft soil of the universe,

Reaching out my hands as I go,

Touching the stars with my fingertips.

To burst free from this flesh

And join the pale light of a new day.

Come the dawn, I will shed this human skin.

Come the dawn.

-jobe


Poetry is an echo,

asking a shadow to dance.

Carl Sandburg







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