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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, 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 this problem 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 diastolic 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 © | Year Posted 2015

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