Sep 6, 2021

Tiny moments, sweet and small

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The sound of the wind. Tree branches rubbing together. Dried leaves blowing across the ground. Listen harder. From somewhere in the distance is the sound of one bird singing. Tiny moments, sweet and small, rest in the quiet corners of being alive.

-jobe

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Laughing out loud, my friend looks so old,

Then, checking the mirror -- uh-oh! Me, too!

-jobe

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Zazen in the wee hours.
Empty mind, light heart,
Sitting, as quiet as a stone,
With a little smile.
A loud hoot owl 
Calls me back again.

-jobe



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