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Surfing Endless Waves

What co-arises together must co-exhale to part. Last night my HIV+ hunted down my negative, my darkside, death and fear, my anger about my mortality, my greater anger about our mortality as a species, my greatest anger about our mortality as Earth's DNA/RNA Tribes of Life, that we all are so wrong and pointless given limitations of our time's memory riding, hiding, hunting inside our skin for how to not let this incarnate hunt ever end. Yet, with dawn's light, solely this haunting by endless nothingness, as if we had never become, so never been, this fear of death and anger against its organic final demand, we hope to end with seamless faith in eternally timeless ego-identity. Where did this ego emerge from? Endless nothingness? Or, a paradise womb of cooperative eco-normics, eco-logically self-optimizing nutritional health, perfect temperature care, nurturing co-abundance between this seed of ego and this Mother Earth ElderEcoSystem, sufficient well-being wealth which, as decomposed, became exegetical syntax, elements with dynamic flows and functions progenerated by co-arising gravity of time's folding and refolding revolutions, the stardust structure of Father Time's seasonal reasonal primally relational language. How do we ecologically reason and induce, expand and contract, regenerate and decompose, produce and consume, this emergent hypothesis about ego's deadly nondual co-arising, inevitability? Just how frightening and maddening is this, to embrace absorb devour soak up co-prehend co-science co-arise to co-decompose integrative/disintegrative folds of cosmologically progenitive dual-destiny transparent Eco-Time? Those who surf our co-arising together must learn to co-exhale dismount to co-arise the waves of future's time now foreshadowing present.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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