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Snakes and Hummingbirds

To love, agapic and/or erotic,
is a positive economic-political relational choice
to trust whomever
and whatever is our Other right now
with open caring empathy,
even when we may feel like withdrawing
into suffering,
self-isolating
depressive,
repressed concerns of mistrust and dissonance,
because we have faith 
that not only is this choice of synergetic love,
to pay love forward,
how we define doing our ecopolitical and ecological best,
but also because we trust from prior experience
this is most likely to facilitate Others
doing their healthy best as well,
even if this Other disturbingly embraces
an oxymoronically dissonant
monotheistic-anthropomorphic worldview
pitching sacred AnthroMind
against organic EarthBody.

Circles of affection and disaffection are both potentially viral,
but only one is viciously so
and only one is virtuously so

Both positive and negative psyches unveil viscous opportunity
and opportunism,
but only loving kindness tends toward sustained reiterative communication 
in kind,
benign,
the other viscosity trends toward unkind, active distrust, 
eventually hatred,
also a learned ecopolitical choice, 
at one win v lose survival time,
over several chronic survivalist, 
and then systemically traumatizing times.

When this becomes most interesting for me
when I turn from thinking of Other as a person
or a group of people
or a set of people
or the one superior sacred-orthodox species,
and think, instead of Other as extended kin 
of some other organically interdependent species,
including those with synergetically historic root systems

Network-loving mandalas of seas
and mountain trails
throughout interchanging natural seasons,
where love is my ubiquitously obvious spiritual default,
not so much feeling like a choice,
not something I could reasonably choose
not to believe in,
but like what I have known as good and healthy and beautiful,
occasionally interrupted by unmusical
and unamusing 
and unlovely pests.

Yet, even noticing whiney mosquitoes
and buzzing icky biting flies,
short of a horde swarming all about paranoid me,
is often cause for bittersweet slaps and swats
and imaginary battles between David and Goliath,
with me cast as the benignly-intended Monster Giant,
merely out to protect my own property
identity
skin
regardless of Other's mortal consequences
and dying risks
and living opportunities
of interdependent pronoia Other,
smashed to paranoid Othering bits.

When my days become overly clogged with strictly human discourse,
when human nature monopolizes my monoculturish time,
my win or lose feel like a molting snake,
awakening to a new but uncertain defensive skin 
each morning,
a somewhat different discontinuous
dissociative identity
than those more lovingly inclusive
accumulated through all my dreamy thriving
and nightmare barely surviving
yesterdays.

But, when I recreate an outdoor EarthCentric love view
then I might be kind with inviting hummingbirds,
always curiously flying about 
seeking and sending vibrantly succulent rapture,
far too fast and urgently blissful for not caring,
much less inclined to slitherally eat those pesky mosquitoes
and our young.

Inviting co-empathic trust
defines
Doing my best to follow our Golden Love Rule,
for and of and with me
and my kin
and our pronoia offspring.

Inviting empathic cooperatively-invested trust
is to invite a climate of informed
incarnate
kosmic risks and opportunities 
usually small yet sometimes Great Transitions
of Grace as Love as Karma as Positive Psychology
as a healthy regenerative ecopolitical gestalt,
mandala,
network, 
ecosystem,
pronoia GaianEarth

natural-spiritual dipolar co-arising
profane survival risks of ego-patriarchal Cain
and sacred thrival opportunities
of eco-feminist Abel

Tao-BiCameral
co-binary co-intelligent love
of Snakes virtuously greeting Hummingbirds
and not vice-viral-versa.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2016




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