May 11, 2021

Flesh, dreams, heaven, and hell.



Shake off the flesh. Step out of your body and I will step out of mine. We’ll meet tonight deep in the forest where dreams first take their shape. Dreams, born of spirit and forest mist. And moonlight.

-jobe


If there actually was a heaven

And a hell I would run

An electric wire, hot, 

And connect them to my soul.

If there actually were souls.

-jobe


If we can allow some space within our awareness and rest there, we can respect our troubling thoughts and emotions, allow them to come, and let them go. 

-Tsoknyi Rinpoche


LINKS -

Ren Powell

Bait the Lines

Hardcore Zen

haiku eye

The Urban Mermaid

HOOT, a monthly literary magazine on a postcard

The Slowdown

clay and branches

THOTPURGE

Summer's End

Medusa's Kitchen

The Middlewesterner

The Morning Porch/Patio

VIA NEGATIVA, purveyors of fine poetry since 2003

thanks/jobe


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