Praising Winds

Our forest habitat gusts breezes across our skins, as darkness slowly turns toward bright sky light. My son who cannot walk nor speak his name talks vociferously forth and with and adding as this morning breeze together part of Her embrace, playful tickles across his advocating happy Yanging face teaching out and taking in, as possible what and whom is impossible for any of us to see, whether blind as he or sighted as we might actually hope to be. D is an avid scooting son toward virgin forest greetings, able to smell and feel morning seasons and rhythms of days and night, dark and persuasively gusty bright flow of solar and lunar breezes across our democratic EarthBound skins, nurturing solidarity older than concrete avenues toward cities of overwhelming unforesting, unraveling tribes producing what once was nutrition, good food more than fake food, healthy love of gusty bright mornings over toxic repressed-yin darks, nightmares of climate acclimation to separating multi-sensory linguistic pathologies. D's life is liturgy of love blemished only by occasional aversions to entrapment and suffering alone when we might become possible to produce healthier webs of cooperative nurture together, Dad and D as We. Daranyani D, celebrating sacred forest winds as feminine matriarchal principles gracing his brown naked skin. Diversity of days and holonic nightdreams, democratic nutritional pluralism, principles of forest reweaving civilizations older than cities surrounded by fading cultures of wealth through deforesting this EarthTribe Morning which, on its very best warm gusty day, has become worthy of concelebrating Daranyani D's forest optimizing breezes, liturgies of EarthTribe's Secular Out and Sacred In brightest elder matriarchally principled (0)Soul bilateral sacred brain-dance, Elder RightBrain Still-PolyCulturating Light-RainDance Choreographies Sacred (0)Sum EcoPolitical BiCameral Green-Dominant. Just like his preachy, but basically happy, ElderDad co-eco incarnating our forest habitat gusts breezes across our naked wrongs and rights, as darkness slowly turns toward bright returning sky light.