—Poetry by James Lee Jobe, Davis, CA
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of James Lee Jobe
—Public Domain Photos Courtesy of James Lee Jobe
Close your eyes. Empty sky. Now picture a hole in that sky where new dreams drip down. Like rain. Can you see it? Now picture everything that grows drinking these dreams. That’s love. Now picture your face all wet and smiling. That’s life.
A little acorn becomes a fine, strong oak tree, and there is love on every branch, on every leaf. And through the seasons of the year this love is reborn, over and again.
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The heartbeat of the earth, its breath, is steady all night. White clouds, lit by the moon. All is still, not a puff of breeze. And my own heartbeat and breath? Silence. Life, I am still here.
Be like a river, let yourself go downstream. Allow gravity to do the work. Somewhere down there is an ocean, just waiting for you to help keep it full. Go, friend. There is no need to bother explaining yourself.
Sheltering at home during a pandemic. Around the world, death. Wholesale. At my house, my wife and I pass the time by playing cards, watching films. I write poems, listen to jazz, meditate. It’s very peaceful here, even lovely. You know, if we live.
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Your life is a boat, and where you sail is your own choice. High tide happens twice everyday.
Today’s LittleNip:
We are all flowers in a flowering universe.
—James Lee Jobe
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—Medusa, thanking James Lee Jobe for his delicate work as we enter the month of August, trying to do it with grace and compassion and some fine poetry! Here’s hoping all our good work continues, and that we stay safe.
“White clouds,/lit by the moon.”
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—Public Domain Photo
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