Jul 4, 2021

04 July 2021.Two poems.


I am not perfect; I am a long way from that,
But perhaps I am improving.
I have seen the sunrise reflected in dewdrops.
For years I wasted time 
With my thoughts trapped in the past,
Regretting something I did, or failed to do.
Pointless.There is no past.
And just the same, I let my thoughts get lost to worry,
Thinking about that which might happen,
Or that which might not happen.
Pointless. The future might not happen.
You never really know that one.
All that was before I found the Dharma, the truth.
And what is the truth, you might ask?
The truth is the present, this moment,
Now. That’s reality.
The truth is the choices I make
And the deeds I do ---
Or the choices I fail to make
And deeds that I fail to do.
The past is beyond reach, regret is a waste.
The future is beyond knowledge, worry is a waste.
No fear, no regret. 
Be in the present moment
And give out the love and compassion
That is yours.
That is the dharma of jobe.
Meditate, Breathe.
I am not perfect; I am a long way from that,
But perhaps I am improving.
I have seen the sunrise reflected in dewdrops.
And it is beautiful.
-jobe


Even our priests wear false faces.
The face of a swan
Inside the face of a crow.
We cannot believe that we are beautiful,
So we wear these things
To hide us from life.
We do the same with language,
Hiding truths inside of lies
While using a lie to rape the truth.
There goes my father, he’s an owl,
No, he’s a laughing hyena,
Here for a corpse to scavenge.
And there goes my mother, she’s an old hen,
No, she’s a dog, a poodle,
Sleeping all day on the sofa.
-jobe


I have no country to fight for; my country is the earth; I am a citizen of the world. 
-Eugene V. Debs



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