Just be the moonlight. Be the shadows.

Banksy

There is only you, just like you thought.
Tonight you'll slip between the shadows;
An angular space where humans seldom go.
A place where the moonlight can't find you.
No one is listening, and no one is watching,
The next move is up to you. Don't think
About tomorrow, or about how things seem.
Just be the moonlight. Be the shadows.
There is only you, nothing else, and friend,
That was all you ever really needed.

james lee jobe 

Link: This Is Not A Small Choice, a poem by Sonia Sanchez

jlj

There is no other way.
The gate is narrow
And the path is long and rough.
One soul at a time,
We all must pass through
That gate and walk.
There is no other choice.
Ever last one of us
Will pass this way.
Sooner or later.

james lee jobe

Link: Daddy Dozens, a poem by Jamila Woods

jlj

Moonlight on old white bones,
the field is full of them.
Bones on the earth. In moonlight.
I have fired the old ghosts,
the new ghosts take over tomorrow,
I suppose it is ridiculous to expect better results.
Still, the moon is full,
and walking this field of bones
is a somewhat crunchy experience.
Listen!
Do you hear that howling in the distance?
That's a nice touch!

james lee jobe 

The cause of our suffering is not what we do but the way we perceive, and until this obstacle is addressed, all actions of body, speech, and mind will predictably reinforce our old perceptions of self and other, problem and solution, and limitation and freedom.

Rodney Smith, “Undivided Mind”

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