May 25, 2021

The universe. My wife laughing.


The universe is grand, endless and timeless, and yet all of it exists in one molecule of liquid, a tear in the corner of your eye on a dusty afternoon.

-jobe


Rain against the window. The sound of my wife laughing in another room. A sadness for the mounting grief in the world. Things that tell me I am still alive.

-jobe


Handling our suffering is an art. If we know how to suffer, we suffer much less, and we're no longer afraid of being overwhelmed by the suffering inside. 

-Thich Nhat Hanh


To experience emptiness is not a descent into an abyss of nothingness but a recovery of freedom.

-Stephen Batchelor


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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