Barney's Song

As I awake this morning I remember a Barney song for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter. I love you and you love me even if I couldn't realign my four B's, Brain, and Branches, and Belly, and Butt, these four aligned good government. If you do then I will tool It is part of a spiraling dream as I awake each skeptically reciprocating morning remembering EarthTribe no longer the same population living within this remedial song as when I went to bed last lonely night. A few of us have died. A few have been new born. And so it goes each morning since I was that new born win/win aligned overwhelmed by all disconcerted Four-B wisdom of older embodied dreams awakening each dawn to discover a few more have joined our Tribe, coming along behind, and a few more ahead are now beyond any further potential for re-aligning compassionate leadership or even long-lived reciprocal hums of silent fractal-B listening. So I will go that last night now leading those who listen for swelling populations of EarthTribe Crystal-B DNA voices greeting each new born pioneer conjoining us for this Earth retraining turning journey, Vocation for wiser co-aligning Elders as just normal aptic naptime for others now win/win begun for whom we join our minds as one in and with and for and of peacefilling gratitude. I wonder as I gaze toward gathering light if our purist unity as EarthTribe is only RightBrain known and felt in dreams where insects and reptiles and mammals like beans and corn and squash like soil and water and climate all process more nurturingly alike than separate, more interdependently than empty of relationship, without distinctions arising sexism, without differences co-arising racism, without asseverated appositions causing self-righteous violence against Great Alien Unknowns of past and future lives, unless we also know these as unruly nightmares begging to restore mercy and thereby less necessity for harsh justice, refueling patriarchal vengeance is ours! As I feel for my glasses, EarthTribe slowly shape-shifts repopulation between each daily-nightly evolving frame roundly rolling along spacetime's polypathic avenues becoming not exactly who we were together yesterday, as we have insufficient time to quite grasp us all so much in one timeless time, just as, in RealTime unlike Common UnLanguaged DreamTime, we cannot quite get back to (0)-Sum original win/win reciprocal habitat of spacetime's full-blown climaxing revolution; Still humbly home, disappointed yet again in this Here and already too past Now, But, maybe tomorrow night this resonant resolution may yet come to last for tomorrow's recast EarthTribe poly-protagonist win winners yet perpetually interdependent witnessing losers, frighteningly and autonomously mortal Underdogs, both preferred unaligned bulldogs and b-word misaligned maligned identities of antagonizing eco-injustice dreams, where Paradise Lost looks more same than different throughout today's reborn post-creolizing, millennializing, degenerating still Through this timeless multi-speciating dream, more double-binding darkish dawn than simplistic ZeroSum win/lose, either degeneration or regeneration, for no one wakes up tomorrow entirely alone and not to recreate gratitude for dawn's newborn delight in Four-B ego- and eco-alignments more intersectionally flying together than degeneratively and egotistically coming apart.