Jun 26, 2021

Giving thanks.


How often does a burrowing owl get a shower?

I am watching the burrows as the first raindrops fall;

Only one small owl is out there, alone like me.

He spreads his wings as the light rain begins,

And he is looking up, ignoring me.

“Are you giving thanks?” No answer,

So I pull out my prayer beads 

And give thanks for both of us.

Just in case.

-jobe


Summer. Cloudless sky. 

My face is brittle from grief, 

My skin is the thin shell 

Between my life and my death. 

I could be reborn, or 

I could simply join the darkness. 

The emptiness. I raise my arms 

And give thanks either way. 

Cloudless sky. Summer. 

-jobe


Blinding ignorance does mislead us. O! Wretched mortals, open your eyes! 

-Leonardo da Vinci


Things are not what they appear to be: nor are they otherwise.

-Surangama Sutra 


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