Thursday, November 24, 2022

Thanksgiving Ghazal

"not yesterday i learned to know the love of bare november days" ~Robert Frost

People live in the past and dream of the future but never be here now.
November is not a mixture of memory and desire. It’s detached from every season.

When it comes to the truth, there’s nothing the false can do but see through all the untruth.
What’s wrong with Thanksgiving if you don’t think about it?
Truly the world is the bonfire of the false.
And I am grateful for that infinite eternal fire which is revealed in the space of its deconstruction.

I am grateful for that rope which is revealed in the space of the snake's deconstruction.
I am that rope.

Consciousness which lives in the past and dreams of the future is the definition of a person.
Unconditioned consciousness is brahman. Brahman is the big in the big bang.

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