Hunting Love

On life's easyrider days and nights love plays a romping game. On those more oppositionally challenging days, and long anxious nights, love is a hunt, sometimes a passionate hunt, special occasionally a compassionate hunt, a mutual hunt for truth about who is hunter and who is hunted and why and when and how do these co-arising functions transcend "or" to gracefully meet in "and." This primal function of love's synergetic force hunts like gravity. Both parties, all living entities, hunt, gravitate, even those feeling hunted haunted stalked fearful and anxious competitively and unilaterally, often in silos threatening despair. We all search frantically for safe havens, hidden from those hunting for our very self-identity, our life, or at least so it feels during those dissonant times. What is a redemptive optimization strategy for those hunting safe havens from death, pursued by tyrannical lovers, ego-identified life-sucking hunters? When is it not an appropriate moment to love the hunter, the hunted, and the hunt? Is there a significant difference between the romping love of fluid smooth days and nights and the more strategic logistical personal intimately co-prehensile hunt for love transcending Ego-incarnate death? Too seldom haunted hunted entities, primally assuming cooperative investment in our challenging rampant race and pace of EarthTribal systems, when a passionate challenge exhausts our smooth-skinned body, and/or brain, the hunted redemptively turn toward other hunters, gratefully and mindfully inviting a wrestling-with match, setting aside a wrestling-against death and fear match, comprehending that compassioning our hunting love always optimizes EarthTribe's regenerational future. In love, sometimes, at least once, it is my time to love loss, to forgive away space and or time, to redeem future spacetime equivalently invested in me birthing my original praxis of conception as mutual reception-- eco-harmonic redemption.