Red Sky At Night

Once upon a nightime grim all creatures of Earth dreamed our Mother was not enough for everyone, just "me." This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out dark implications: Earth is insufficient for our needs! We live in Closed Systems of immunity, heading toward decay! EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life! I am not enough, yet! I do not have enough, yet! When someone grabs from me they steal from my self-identity! Grab back! When someone strikes and hits to hurt, acts mean to those I care about, I hit back! with self-righteous flashing anger, equity and integrity mere feckless values. They must learn my right or I may perish from their wrong! With such dark dreams our primal twins, Yang and Yin, thrashed about in tangled sheets each unaware of Other's parallel flight within this blue-black brackish night, til Yang whacked Yin upside the head completely unaware of how this would unfold. So Yin hit back in fright and soon this ruckus raised a violent alarm among their household, neighbors, Tribe. This outrage spread sweeping across land and oceans then back again to where it all began until exhausted and dark bruised all earthbound life fell down unconscious. Within this loss of self-defense, our open-handed peaceful nest, dawn quietly crept toward abundant light for all to feel and hear and touch her sobbing singing warming beauty. Scent of sun-baked cotton sheets invites Yin's eyes to uncover sight of radiant light abundantly growing nutrient wealth, a yeasty compost sustaining interweaving life, incarnating karmic response to each species' evolving wants and worthy hope. As her awareness of Earth's vast creation lit her eyes of self-discovery dawn's dialect filled hearts and minds of all coincidental early risers. We woke uncovered to discover immensity of life and color swarming far beyond our needs, nutrients absorbed for taste, and touch, and scent, and sound, and sight, freely accessed to fit each synchronic need, each longing to belong, each Self fading into and out of Other, sufficient place for each species' time and space. Last night's primal screams of insufficiency replaced by dawn's ecology of karmic grace. Yang woke alarmed at loss of cover. His arms flew out to hide his fall from dawn's radical gift of generosity and harmonic praxis. And, in so doing, he hit Yin's head. This blow did smart but seeded tears of redeemer healing. Yin justly smiled and absorbed around reminding Yang she is his graceful mentor interpreting his dreams. She sang with harmony swallowing unredeemed dissonance and disease, hope for suffering and insanity's dark lessons, dawn's well-lit vocation for us all softly individuating within Earth's optimizing life, all brittle boundaries of mutual immunity relaxing into resonance. In this Transition Time from dark competing violence, we remain cooperatively nested within Earth's well-being, so, dear Yang, return toward redemptive rest, regenerating memory seeds, stringing songs dancing back, back to stardust's Ecologic Elders. Fear and violence display synaptically sharp; competitive "Loser!" economies; love's just peace remains buoyant, resilient, robustly evolving cooperation's mutual winner revolution away from red skies of mourning.