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 lights and warm glow-voiced 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 syntaxed-ear to say Hello, I love you, as life our abundantly nutritious self My son can hear this perfect love as life. We should all become such wise listeners of Internal warm nutrition voices as mutually-held External warm light BasicCommons contenting ecoconsciousness. My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah, were he capable of maturing images to memory of Anthrosystems less than already diastatic Beloved Community of Angels by Night, DNA/RNA Earth-Holonic BeLonging Community of Cooperative-Contented EcoPolitical Family by 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 ecologically nutritious time-balancing, doing the best I can given the compost I have to work with, me.