中元节

中元节--Hungry Ghost Festival

Let nature take its course, seems so easy

Eat when hungry, and sleep when tired out

Like fishes at sea, and birds of the air

Like breathing, taken for granted, no doubt

But there are fishes drowned belly up dead

Birds exhausted to ride the wind drop to death

How many struggle for life-sustaining bread

And the terminally ill desperate for a last breath

Even the dead are hungry, to Oceanic people

hence  Hungry Ghost Festival to have them secure

Incense burned, food and flowers dedicated

Traditions trace back and back, to ancestors obscure

well to the Ocean again, where unicellular originated

We owe life to our ancestors, and ancestors to elements

Why not the air, the water, the land, if not  gods

Why not worship Nature that take its course with Life