Sleeping With Devilish Angels
My non-languaged son sleeps with angels
by night,
flying
swimming sometimes erotic exotic
running free of AFOs and walker
dreams of past multiculturing sights
and warm glow-voiced sounds
of healthy richness.
What could it mean to him
to sleep with devils by day,
poking and teasing,
singing and dancing,
inviting his attention and participation
across his bedroom floor,
breathing in his non-verbal ear
to say
Hello,
I love you,
as life our abundantly resonant self
My son can hear this perfect love
embracing spoken life.
We should all become such
wise internal listeners of
warm nurture voices
speaking mutually-held external warm light
seeking power of
BasicCommons indigenous neuroconsciousness.
My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah,
were he capable of maturing images to memory
of communication systems less than ecstatic
beloved community of Angels by night,
DNA/RNA EarthHolonic BeLonging Community
of eco-political democratic family
by sacred healthy day.
Now if the rest of us
could just catch what he has,
in part
because we feel free to return
his open-handed love as co-empathic presence,
what a remarkably wonderful cooperative world
we would remember to see
each time we look at,
and listen carefully to,
a human mindbody tree
as another bicamerally
economic ecosystemic
egologically nurturing
MeWe be
Doing the best Me can
given the receptive light
and powers
We have to work with
cooperative together,
rather than failing
neurodiversely apart.
me.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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