To Thanksgiving

taken away by the flight by the primacy of our own life process we are all flies craving for honey or we are pebbles— washed but never get cleansed! let us not be distracted by the disappointment of common human behavior we have to accept, how things are or rebel against and so doing, we make it easy on us or make it hard the choice is ours but both take the same labor: when the going gets tough the tough gets going— our ordinary madness is real we are all feeble, crabs at times: rushing to escape out of the bucket we are kept in eternally we step on each other pull down one another caught in a stampede and reach nowhere— since we walk crabwise! we are such an orderly chaos— a gross ENTROPY! let us listen to the voices to the crescendo and climax of nature that speak the gods’ voice let us listen to the moaning and meaning of love and light making every single day and night the voice that transcend time and space the voice that comes through our shared wall of darkness let us decenter the dissonance of bad times the mournful solitary nights of hunger and sadness the melancholic fearful days let us not be distracted by the disappointment of common human behaviors, flaws, greed, unbearable lightness of Being let us act, let us make peace let us live and let live in harmony— half cooked half raw, as we are let us toss and sip to the top— sifa! sifa! to the THANKSGIVING in love and light…