Those Ecotherapeutic Smiles

Our most entertaining wise prophets, our saints and messianic geniuses are those who mentor us about what not to do to sustain abundant loss, how to recognize those who could not possibly truthfully communicate, which scriptures could not predict healthy faith again, how not to become retired, how to cooperatively come together, how not to uncompetitively fall apart, how not to commodify one's life and relationships to other rentable people, and other marketable natures, and why compassionate communication cannot be confused with aggressive miscommunication or emotionally negligent uncommunication. Polypathic saints without a globally embracing sense of humor about what we should not be doing and being, yet continue becoming despite our organically enlightened orthopraxis and polycultural health plans, are either tone-deaf hypocrites, unwise liars, wrong warriors, or all of the hearts and minds and bodies above. Under our shared Sun, on our synergetic Earth, nothing grows more grace-filled, or karmically appropriate, or mindfully compassionate, more content, more enlightened and wise, than optimally sustaining a kind and mutually grateful sense of humor about our interdependent egos, neurosystemic lives, liberal futures and conservative pasts, our messy shared-Earth home, a paradise of stand up together comedic opera, and mutually co-invested applause, however silently smirked through soft-eyed gold horizon hynotizing stares Searching for remembered reassuring twinkles of Earth's encircling stars.