Right Side of Our Bed

Some mornings I awaken slowly to knowing too much and yet never enough. Some nights I drift off quickly feeling too many disassociating memories, never inviting enough connection. Sometimes invitation into a healthier life feels like addiction to wealthier love, and vice versa. Sometimes I wonder who decides when a pregnancy has reached perfect climax; Where more time inside would become toxic yet not too soon for optimizing healthy outside invitation into Earth's deeper and wider Gaian womb of spiraling revolution. Sometimes I feel changed transformed more cooperatively win/win co-acclimated transubstantiated creolizing reformed returning reviewed by EarthMother ancestors fulfilling MotherEarth's rebirth of DNA-inspired nurturing nutritional prophecies throughout history's Six Great Extinctions. Sometimes we become the post-millennial herstory, perfectly timed, not too critically hot and not too chronically cold AllSouls culmination of climate rebirthing risk and mutually therapeutic opportunity; The Seventh bicameral enrapturing regeneration, Left ego-natures and Right eco-spirited, secular/sacred cooperative, Either/Or and Both/And RightBrain more prominently egalitarian, win/lose and win/win strategic health-game players universal and unitarian, walled ego-identities and yet webbed ecotherapists Yanged Yinning seventh inning, Three dimensional massive space energy with One ZeroZone bilaterally open suspension linear and yet non-linear, perhaps wave spiraling solar and lunar revolutions from EarthMother back back back into MotherEarth restoring healthy prophetic rebirth, not too ego-opportunistically soon and yet not too ecopolitically late. Some mornings I awaken quickly to knowing too much toxic history and yet never enough therapeutic re-creative herstory.