remembering the dead

well, take a deep breath. crisis and emergency abound. kismets fly like birds to friendlier climes... its festival of the dead now, they come back to be respected and entertained...hiroshima and nagasaki were bombed just before and during this 'festive' time. you can imagine it is 'lets remember hiroshima nagasaki marathon' night... i need sodium replacement after all the tears it causes... but i go to my thinking bridge to see the torrential rain flood waters dumped from the heavens today. all those dead merry makers must have been so dissappointed this year. in contrast to europa, there is no summer here this year, rather a 3 month long rainy season.the gods cry over asia while the devils scorch over europa and tweak the power in the eastern seaboard. we americans! can you imagine if it was 120 in the shade and the power went out? we are so spoiled... i know how i whined over that pit toilet, no hot running water, and spiders the size of your hand in that 2 room shack up the side of a bloody mountain... at the same time the bond grows deeper as the days go by. we talk of plans and dreams... we grow so deep in the bond of the heart, a fine golden thread of love and understanding weaves a cloth of the finest texture of joy... a poem writes on the breeze at the top of the trees that sings of life in love and togetherness... should i feel guilty? i dont think so...