Advent of Discernment
What would I harvest
as the moon rises
to conclude this day?
Will I hunt for the life still burning in the eyes of each person,
each living creation, I meet,
each work and play in progress process;
or divest by looking away?
Will I gather up more healthy cooperative listening
or divest of wisdom's helping opportunity
through more self-condemning, pathologically comparative,
competitive, falling short of utopian-speaking?
Reminding myself and others
of how fragile is this ego-center,
born of birthing fears
and dying, divesting, angers.
Will I celebrate with economic and politically nurturing climates
and healthy landscapes
resolving and dissolving together outside,
where winds of fresher air may still blow
and fragrances speak of both Earth's pristine self-governing organics
and of my, our, anthrocentric hubris?
Reminding me to be aware,
the more significant history of furture regenerational health
plays together out here,
and not inside my smaller egocentered,
household-defensive, nest
of more domesticated creation stories.
At the end of this day,
will I have invested in seeing and hearing and smelling and tasting
and feeling and thinking about our rich and deep cooperative potential
for further healthy integrity of life;
or will I have continued stuck
in looking some other depressing suppressing repressing direction?
Co-redemptive discernment,
Advent of another day,
another year,
a renewing life,
hunting and gathering light through others' eyes,
sounds of happiness surrounding despair,
tastes of climate health
attenuated by more dissonant pathologies,
waiting, waiting
with us for this Advent healing.
Before this winter moon sets
have I harvested only a litany
of beaten down
by my condemning White
supremely patriotic
vengeful
MonoCulturing God,
struggling against my sad historic decomposition?
Yet this same truth appears much more rich
by simply, more humbly, remembering
this same Paternal God's
maternally organic rich-Black EarthGoddess face,
for these two, Yang and Yin,
are each a co-arising nondual Janus-place
of tipping toward our richest Winter Solstice harvest.
My Advent of therapeutic purpose
is not so much to improve my skills
at predicting next year's most important historic failures and challenges,
although that would not be a bad thing in itself,
yet even more so,
within this larger healthy Yintegrating flow,
I continue inviting EarthTribe's daily cooperative miracles
of still-regenerating EarthRights,
inclusive of Adventurous Ego's most abundant integrative flow.
What have I harvested
for the Advent of a healthier, and happier, tomorrow?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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