in love with the blue light of the moon

zhen-zhen jobe

the pilgrim moves with a gentle grace

when the night has come

easily the pilgrim lifts

his heavy eyelids

-georg trakl

his eyelids are the door to the other side

the astral plane

his flesh is the iron that the angels beat

into a fine steel for swords

swords that fight the darkness,

swords that shine like a kind thought

and behind those eyelids

his eyes are starlight, moonlight

sunlight

dreams

compassion

and mercy

the pilgrim moves with a gentle grace

through this world and the next

through the days and nights of time

he moves and he does not stop moving

he does not return

james lee jobe

Pain is not a punishment; pleasure is not a reward.

Pema Chödrön

imagine a hermit who sleeps in daytime and stays awake all night

there is a hermit that is in love with the blue light of the moon
in love with the diamonds of the stars
and in love with those footprints that deer leave in the snow

high up on the mountain the nights pass like years
and the years pass like centuries

the sun sets
the moon rises
and an old man strokes his long white beard
as he gets up from his worn out mat
time is his blanket

now compare your life to his
what do you love like he loves the moonlight

james lee jobe

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