THANKSGIVING POEM

THANKSGIVING POEM

In the therapy for the future
We will say thank you no matter what.
“But my future hurts.”
Says the world.

Maybe we will lose the future.
Where did it go?
Like my house keys -
I can’t open the future
Without them!

For the child the future barely exists.
Life and play are in the present.
The past also is hardly real
And they’re right -
Like a toy to play with, children say
“Didn’t I do this when I was 3?” or
“One day I’ll be older, like my sister,”
Who has given her a picture of
What the future might be like.
But there is no feeling, like what I have,
I am responsible for the future.

Like the best waitress in the world,
The angel of the future flies
From room to room
Effortlessly and fast,
Without hurrying
Everything arrives everywhere
At the right time.

“One of the most remarkable characteristics of human nature,” writes Lao Tzu, “is, alongside so much selfishness in specific instances, the freedom from envy which the present displays toward the future.”

I give thanks for the future.
Nothing here is so unknown.
Nothing has so many possibilities.
It is open,
Like a monk,
Completely without attachments,
Only infinite possibilities
And endless time.

“Not even a musician of the future can live off of future bread.” – Karl Marx on Wagner

The future is never here.
Like Heaven it is
Always beyond us,
Waiting for a time
That never comes.
Waiting for no-time
When the divisions,
Past, Present, Future
Are gone
And we will just look at each other
All the time and just say
“Thank You.”
For ever.

For now though
I want
To enjoy the play.
What happens when I
Pull the trigger
Set the slot machine in motion
Shout for the future
Like a Golden Retriever
I have the keys to the highway
Of the future
I’m bound for glory
Even if I have to
Go beyond night and day.

How can we get there?
By letting go
Of everything?
Then the future would say
“Thank You”
To us.
Because you know it gets so lonely
Out there.
The future’s always been
Envious of us.
We get to exist.
It has to live
In the confusing world
Where every dream
comes true.

It’s a hard life
In the present sometimes,
The past, happy or sad,
Is just over,
The future has its own
Otherworldly challenges.
But I believe
I can love it all.
What happens
When we truly honor our ancestors
And this world
And the worlds to come?

The marriage of time
Would create angelic offspring -
Redemption Time
Grateful Space
Like at the beginning,
So at the end of time
The end of creation
Like on the seventh day
Resting.

Thank you.
Resting
Changes
Everything.