Redemption's Razor Edge

Who is this would-be Redeemer stalking my own mirror? Whether for good or evil I remain stuck in ambivalent. Riding Time's unfolding edge, glancing forward for faith in better stronger surer lasting light glancing backward darkens optimistic hope to change what I cannot yet to fulfill commitments to grow together as me and we might were I not so all-encompassing alone. Universe of Presence much too vast for home. Even so, the present makes a safer home than future's pregnant womb or past's sterile tomb, drawing these two faces together in stigmatic messiah wound, breathing in and out, stifling each victorious shout "Not yet!...not yet....again my time unwilling to climax without our Time past and future CoBeloved. Faith in fated freedom struggles with choosing Earth's rebirth as ego-death to what might have been anthro-privileged benign contents choosing co-invested life as if co-passion through cosmic context of karmic win/win revolution. CoRedeemer hearts and loving minds perpetually ride anguished surf of paradise, not yet, not done yet not this, not that, not yet tomorrow, too soon yesterday, hanging on bodhisattva mentoring crosses in-between where nondual co-arising Now surfs swelling/ebbing cycles Here not yet resiliently healthy There and not yet wealthy win/win Were.