I understand my neighbors tamarind tree, dates and nuts pigs and chicken, traditional healer, ghosts and spirit. Language they speak sounds of the wandering minstrels as a collective we share, distribute and divide mitigate and quench flows of the stream, colors of the pasture continue evergreen.
They never dream or pray for the unseen why should I ? We are together no one more equal than others.
There is sunlight, moon's coolness, smoke, fire and lightning with time, I will be wiped off the canvas but for now, no extra prerequisite to live on amid the storm, a swaying branch I stand alone the wind blows over me.
I control birth I behold life in me a baby born again death is others' control in the tempest new buds bloom I loose four and gain four I am the gainer.
Seasons change Seasonality affects. I cope live each day as it comes resigning to other's control for life and death.