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Psalm To Earth

I love your rich times, moments stolen from parched yesterdays, and stern disciplined tomorrows. I live your warm scent times of leisure through future's dark crimes and climbs up egocentric laughing ladders. I miss our deep earth tones, light prisms of dew drop in color, our speech for free reign before we missed racing DNA rhymes shouting thin thin shared bones of resonant echoing polystructures. I know our love tones our paradise place for free form flying empathic spacetime where Earth's reasons have rhymes, and three space dimensions equal one bilateral NOW time. I love your vast humor compassion for fools fearing only to become ego-deflated fools together, your red flows rich manna, free golden embryonic elixir of regenesis thru fools, not their crowns I often am reminded we are far more alike than different, we all enter and exit through co-arising ecosystemic host windows of angry opportunity and fearful risk, and Tao's wu wei between. Yet, I wonder, as I gaze out at bicameral co-laterally dynamic trees, organically planted structures, how far more alike than different are RNA within racing DNA regenerating further polyculturing younger branches and ecoconscious root systems of healthy ecotherapeutic Time. The seeds of polycultural eco-revolutionary cooperatives already embryonically implied in monocultural ego-dominant enculturation of nature's polypathic regenerating diapraxis, fractal-functions of zero-zen Time as BiCamerally Balanced Tao, Universally MultiIntegrative Self-Perpetuation through MidWay Tipping Point WinWin CoOperative PolyCultural Optimization. I love your rich zero-times, moments stolen from parched dissonant yesterdays, and climate therapeutic tomorrows.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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