Stuff I Wonder
What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?
Your day?
What do you feel first most days?
Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxious
or, worse, anticipating
shortness of healthy time
and insufficiency of safe space?
Is this life the one you had in mind as a child?
When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream?
Or is it your nightmare?
Or something in between?
If so, which parts are closest to your dream
and what were you doing
with whom
and why
as this became your thick sweet cream?
Were these relationships good dream mentors
inside this morning's you
emerging from outside
last night's view?
How did you get to this day,
this place,
this non-vacation vocation?
When did your boring lonely nightmare start?
if it has
and is this something more than fear
of your own shadow dream's
cherished
disembodied loss?
Too late
this chance to live
with unmitigated love.
What is that one thing that sets you apart,
that is your unique character imprint?
How is your identity unique from all others amusing now,
or still speaking from the past,
or listening for future's healthiest wealth?
EarthMuse community regenerations.
And, if your uniqueness is no one thing,
but a constellation of empowering attributes,
enlightening characteristics,
musing dreams,
fusing fears,
amusing wisdom,
silent aspirations,
cooperative relationships,
co-invested memories,
nonverbal peace communications,
warrior miscommunications,
severed discommunions,
then how is any one of those unique to you?
If none is,
after due consideration,
then how are you not part of me
and all that is related to
negative and positive
traumatized and therapeutic you
Like Us,
Me/We co-related with Others
apart from Othering
less directly felt within you
as you are
and have been
on back to emergent peaks and valleys
of flowing
open memory,
capacity to reimagine
Our resonantly resilient
EarthMother neurosystems
unconditionally regarding
self
as part of Other
in Earth's continuous
ecofeminist circles
and patriarchal posts
Spiraling regenerating cycles
of seasons
and lunar light
empowering reasons.
What do you imagine was that first star memory?
Do you think it was of longing
or belonging,
or somehow both?
anticipated contentment
waiting within harmonically anxious contention
inside complex resolution
waving toward our near resolving future
outside violating revolution
still daily co-arising in noncontentious
nonverbal
personal woke up background
Is contentment intuited as informing ionic flow,
nonlanguaged syntax of sequentially reasonal glow,
to know and love nature's wise resolving resolutions
resonance within, as resiient without
Pantheistic below,
before monotheistic above?
Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,
Yintegral time and Yang space resolved,
slow and fast-paced placed momentum
optimizing balanced incoming polymorphic form,
polyculturing function,
with outside memory-folded contentment,
confluent reflowing peak and valley wonder
preflowing polyvagal awe.
Could prime health-culturing balance,
optimize re-ligion's meaning
by minimizing future's monoculturally rapacious dissonance?
severance from bold body encultured wonder,
immortal terror
climaxing revolutionary mind-spirit shock,
distrusting co-passionate cosmic awe,
unconditional sacred bipartisan regard.
What does it feel like to reawake into your skin?
This new benighted ecopolitical day?
What do you feel liberating first love
and conserving least risk?
Is it in any way influenced by anticipating gratitude,
or totally given over to worry,
anxiety about our secularized
insufficient shortness
of what had eternally promised
to heal formerly sacred
EarthTribe time.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
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