In our matrix, I’m so thankful for everything…the food that came and went,
your hand upon my head, the crowds, that new car smell or new baby breath.
Even if we prove some day this is just a Matrix play; the parts we play are pre-ordained,
I’m thankful I got mine to play, sometimes over and over until I almost got it right.
Any day is good; is good to remember that nothing should be taken for granted.
All is a gift, whether you think it dropped in like a meteorite
or had your name penciled on the wrapping.
With a plan or without, we make our small outlines that turn into a life.
We make people smile and cry and they lie to us and we to them, and the big if :
If we’ve learned some compassion, we both comfort each other.
If we didn’t interact or intersect could we say we had a life?
Nothing is not in movement..nothing..and we move forward remembering the past.
If as they say this is a great multi – player computer game,
I hope the controller falls in love with all of us..and plays incessantly
day and night… night and day.
What seems impossible to bear is made bearable
because we’ve learned to love and forgive, been loved and forgiven.
I’m so thankful that I travel light, no heavy resentments,
no oldie – moldy suitcase full of bitterness and envy.
Even with the bad – luck times, scraping the bottom, gasping for breath,
with all my mistakes, 10 degrees of pain, and the ones left crying in the wake…
Giving thanks, I would do it all over again.
November 28th 2014