All Roads Lead Home
All love roads toward Home.
If home is Rome
then all roads lead toward capital
crowning Roman home.
When Earth life systems
are rooted in a climatic crisis,
we really do need to be recentered Home
to grow healthy and recompose safety,
as We can be.
Why can Species A's prickly paradise
become Species B's gooey quagmire of a nightmare,
until We remembers
how and why and when and where
They can choose to recompose
a healthier and safer Me/We?
Why can one's homebound genius
be another's indigenous Wild Card,
and vice versa?
If one person's root systemic technology
can be another person's clowning magic,
then why can't one person's science
be another person's myth,
and the Self/Other way around
re-imagination?
Why can't West hemisphere's monocultural medicine
be East hemisphere's polytheistic ecotherapy
becoming enlightened mind meditations
empowering body medication?
Why can't one Home's natural Tipping Point
diapraxis theory
reform Earth's respiraling
spacious bilateral flow
back to another time's Mythic Earth CreationStory,
both reforming
and unforming?
Why can't one West person's fear
about pre-climatic critical intervention trends,
as too slow and lethargic and ignorant,
be an East person's just-right Earth DeComposition Myth?
Homeward bound
as GreenPeace Bodisattva Warriors
costumed for WinWin MeWe checkers
folding and unfolding co-empathic gaming choices
until everybody wins
because no one ever dies alone
or afraid to arrive home together
on BiPartisan Street
toward mindbody homes,
whether in or beyond
monotheistic capitalized
WestBrain dominant Rome.
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