Apr 10, 2021

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

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