Becoming It
It was there
right there
on woodland's playground
when I first knew
something stirs very wrong.
I was blind to balls
hurled at me,
being It is not why I grow my mind and body,
or is it?
I am "It!"
or at least half It.
It and I play best alone.
He slows down
to notice ocean surf
waving back and forth
an ocean sighing Hi, then low,
creeping in and sucking out.
It both hugs and climbs trees
to the very top
where windy ways
wave back.
Why is It so shy?
Or, am I hiding her-him,
I'm not sure why,
some of both
but too androgynous Him
fears no one else notices
surf rolls in and reverses out.
It knows bi-natured law
prehensile full-bodied grasp
of organic life's humorous ambiguity
creative ambivalence
function and flow equivalence
of yang without with yin within,
below,
as above,
before,
as to come,
long,
as to belong now,
together.
It's so hard to not love
not share
bare
expose cooperatively unbalancing It.
S/he is soo... much fun!
laughs with everyone
generous enough to return this fine favor.
It's polypathic polyculturing
binomial binary buddha brain
saturates flowering rain
dissects words to heal disharmonic logos
through permacultural alchemy linguistics,
a language It fears to ultimately find
merely eisegetical,
It chooses Red Rover
over soccer,
plays teacher with girls
over driving trucks and trains,
thinks compulsively about problems of evil
over pitching stones and driving tractor
while watching Leave it to Beaver,
where Father Knows Best.
It feels older and wiser than Him
but we are born twins
or so it seems
exploring mysterious incarnate cycles,
avoiding over stability,
but adoring regenerate solidarity.
It mentors ecotherapy with trees and me,
shows me boundary issues and branch functions
and frequencies
between August's Yangish fire
and winter's quenching white snow and ice,
between autumn's wind falling regenetic harvest
and spring's creolizing succulent soil
decomposing nutrients
growing new perennial rings in this life's tree,
new leaves of grass-fed hope
new polyculture basic, simple-rich compost
new incarnating multisystemic
ecotherapeutic grace,
responsive
resolving
resonant within evil's absent
non-polynomial dislogical pace,
new flowers and fruit
for Eden's farm.
happens inside and outside our woodland playground,
while planning more polyculturally redemptive lives.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
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