Songs For Reparation

When I was a male child I prayed to an eternally mute dualdark goddess, Gaia was our name for each Other's secular sane sacred sacraments to share passion. And so I heard bird songs praising each day's anticipated Gaian glory, everybody playing cooperatively nice, or at least role playing something less than bipartisan uncivil shame and blame war, laborious and hate-filled work. When I was a child hearing and sometimes speaking birdsong, I listened for companionship. As an adolescent, I heard more like marketing win/lose sensory messages praising past and pleading for more future climaxes of sensory overload, peak experiences, zero-zone pleasures I Am Thou I Am That You Are Identity Here is also individuating Now in this singing space bilaterally in-between wave-linear unfolding Time in Light's full-polyphonic resilience, a perpetual mind-rechanging recharging communion worthy of Earth's praising bird song. As a younger adult I hear birdsongs less, but when I do hear doves and pigeons, they sound less of praise, more of mourning and cooing concern, worried about the silent witness of pelicans and herons listening for climates of despair degenerating outside voices and inside absence of praise-worthy birdsong, traditionally safe and yet free-flight loving. WiseElder bird songs praise Earth and Dawn and Evening feeding supper and then a light cool breeze summer nest with win/win dreams of future birds singing with our great grandchildren praise for such generous grace of loving ancestors working and playing and role-playing Goddess Gaia voices, Queen of CoOperative BirdSong Compassion and win/lose courageous caution, curious companionship, sensory climax historic spots and raw climate dogmatic plots to ancient mythic creative-tensioned tales, Voting no on democratic health uncomfortably silent witness by birdsong lover's healthy vast majority stretching to include future birds singing resiliently cooperatively-owned self-governance of rhythmic structures in praise of Earth communing communication, Songs dawning yin toward yanglight and sunsets more peacefully yin harmonizing yang's completion, rightbrain with left, east nondualistic philosophy of life with west either/or reductive thinking might about those damned silly sparrows and pooping sea gulls and Canadian geese nesting near your Paradise summer beach. I think and feel it's best to hear birdsong with renewed infant ears, An invitation to each day's new sacramental liturgy to sing back gospel birdsongs of creation stories felt in patterns of sensory flow coloring in multiculturing voices of outside re-associating choices Reparations for adult inhumane neglect to listen for EarthMother's sweet spot invitations to feel deeply to hear natural refining spiritual outdoor/inside Voices choosing win/win non-separations despite past win/lose short-term unecological anti-theological anti-EarthMother ecofeminist enculturation anti-mind/heart compassioning polypaths finally re-appreciating under-valued birdsongs Celebrating polynomially positive zerozone identities listening to birdsong equanimity with polypathic not-not One yangyin fractal sum structures for well-sung misty myths from ego/eco-logosed love of birdsong greeting light, and co-relational healthy DNA wealth of time in and above this EarthMother sacred singing and signing space.