Quality Climates

Quantities of time feel nothing. Calculating, summing and subtracting, days and weeks, months and years and decades roll past our eyes and ears our growing and shrinking stomachs to leave their strong and weak-grooved rings, yet I only feel and remember qualities of time as co-present, co-arising co-gravitating or dissonant immune reactions of fear about time's future qualities anger about time's past conflicts burning hot bright volcano hatreds adrenaline flowing flashes accessible as bliss only completely invested, immersed, within this timeless moment, too seldom aware of Earth's intelligent co-present fertility as grace dancing through our quantities of mortal metric times. Qualities of time's regenerate evolutions long to feel everything belonging once again together, as if beyond a foggy lapse of mirrored identity this was our golden era memory feeding on matriarchal placentas when all felt now-ly timeless and right and true as good and warm-full beauty filled. Perhaps here lies our measure of time's healthiest quality, economic and political as ecologically environmental growth therapy, surfing through this timeless now of polypathic potential consciousness of feelings positive through negative emerging from and for and through and in and on and over each now submerging into past speciating branching memories, trees of old strong-rooted felt memory weighed against and for our original embryonic nurturing standards for stronger ecopolitical health as less climatic pathology through this eternally regenerating now. Quality of Tao feels everyone potentially to-gathering.