content warning: it’s very abstract.<\/p>\n
In the night sky, here rises the moon.
\nPale face smiles upon us, passengers
\nof the world, a temporary flight.
\nIt is long and winding, this road
\nthat we walk, leaving behind memories of smoke
\nas we listen to the calls of birds.<\/p>\n
In the darkness, songs of the night birds
\nfill the air beneath the lovely moon.
\nWe put out our campfires, and the smoke
\ncovers the sky, briefly, from us passengers
\nas we take respite from the weary road.
\nIn the morning, once more we will take flight.<\/p>\n
The sun rises into the sky and so our flight
\nbegins. The night birds are replaced by day birds,
\ntheir song different accompaniment as we travel the road,
\nsaying hello to the sun and goodbye to the moon.
\nIn your life you are also a traveler, a passenger,
\non your way to a destination beyond life’s smoke.<\/p>\n
Most things exist with multiples. Take, for example, smoke:
\nit conceals and it guides, it hangs low and brings flights
\nof fancy in its shapes, and even those who know they are passengers
\nare not immune to dreaming of birds
\nflying high beneath the shy lady, our sweet moon.
\nThe metaphorical life is also a winding road.<\/p>\n
It is broken and twisting and sometimes unbelievable, our road,
\nbut it reminds us of where we need to go when the smoke
\nbecomes intoxicating. The road remembers, much like lady moon,
\nand it helps us through our flight.
\nWe sing to bring joy and keep our energy up, and we sing like the birds,
\nfor the joy of it. Birds are the same as us: passengers.<\/p>\n
And so it must be said: we are all passengers.
\nTemporary travelers who walk many different roads
\nand follow the songs and wings of birds.
\nThis life is insubstantial, and the next life is also like smoke –
\nbut our souls shine bright, rise into the sky, take flight –
\nand return home, to us and from us, under the light of the moon.<\/p>\n
EDIT on June 26: I, uh, forgot the last stanza.<\/p>\n
The night sky’s passengers rise like smoke,
\nSmiles borne on the road, upon us in flight,
\nIn the world, the birds fly beneath the temporary face of the moon.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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