Buying the Farm

Have you chosen what you will become, my son, or will you become something yet unchosen? Become? How will you keep yourself gainfully occupied, dare I speak of vocation? Oh yes, I will be absent. Absent from…? From you. Absent from you. My wisest son, thank you for your perfect gift of omission, and yet your future commissions provoke my valiant interest now. You are more curious than absence would allow. And you less curious than vocations would avow. Not true. You rush to judge rashly evidence only future time could carry. I would become absent from inside voices, those demanding I use mine closing minds to outside voices ignoring body needs for outdoor playing crimes of raucous laughter, shouting at echoing self-greetings to outside experts too busy writing competitions to read my co-infested cooperations. Would it kill you, wisest son, instead of seeking absence from inside voices to market sacred presence speaking outside voices? It might, herein lies opportunity for disgraced great transitions. Ah yes, transitions toward whom doing what? and why these grow my tired questions. So what are golden opportunities with minimal risk of becoming fleeced, naked with flaunted loss, intimately vulnerable to cold dark death? I could not know of wealthy transition without risk of loss yet comprehend this time discerning how to find health opportunities as EarthTribe's irreligious revolutionaries (0)-interest buddha-sattva co-investors in Beloved Community occupations echoing Earth's great cooperative. I have become terrified each new morning brings great transition opportunity and loss, firing refueled anger and fear advertising Heaven's love and timeless dead contentment, denying unseasoned issues and degenerative tissues. Where is your risk of further loss inside this outside landscape? Respect for nurtured authority without concomitant nutrient value, Logically deductive truths without resonant inductive trust, Reductive competitive edges without cooperative expanding wedges Becoming hypnotized by bright mendacity devoid of light's integrity unsevering nature's wealth values for spirit-filled health communication, resilient political musings and ecologically resonant echoing musicians. Your healthy future is your daily wealth vocation choice emerging more cooperative compassions, like Yang's outsized choice of uracil with Yintegrity's inside voice for cytosine. What if I choose to play win/win musical chairs? Commit to cooperative Earth-dancing games playing with repurposed amusement finding ways to heal souls and soils, flair and air, inside erotic matters nursing outside exotic waters excavating ways to rehydrate Earth slowing down AnthroDominant acceleration. You would invest in square-dancing buddha-wise amusicians for polyphonic avocations? Sounds more like your organic farm community therapy amusing dream. I suppose that could be one way to WinWin play. But, not mine, and not without you today.