Twenty Three Thousand Days

I have been counting the days and nights, 23,427 so far, no two exactly the same just as no two snowflakes precisely duplicate a common design structure. Having received over 23,000 days and nights to get my act together, this day, right now, culminating my entire story line about how I came to become communicating and miscommunicating and sometimes discommunicating here and now as mindful organic bodies must intend sacred integrity all along somehow. Each of those thousands of days invested in what cannot be purchased or demanded. Therapists call this investment in health. Mom called it love. Spiritual guides know re-ligious regenerative reconnecting integrity's communion intent as deep mind/body listening wisdom and divine grace. Evangelists praise this multisensory thrival experience of organically sacred communication as goodness and righteousness and not unnatural atheistic leftist mess. Artists name it Beauty and indigenous Muses nonverbally and nonviolently communicate EarthMother's primal empowering relationship with FatherSun's enlightenment as unboundaried fearless ecological co-relationship peace-fulfilling re-ligious SacredMind/OrganicBody trust in peak communion experiences. Philosophers call authentic communication Truth; which is not irreligious discommunicating False. Economists call community-inclusive win/win co-investment abundantly resilient cooperative wealth, what cannot be sufficiently earned yet can never become overly reinvested, gifting compassionate communication pro-actively forward. Through thousands of high purposed well-sung days and deep ecology drifting sifting wellness dancing nights no more or less ready for final down payment than that first invested breath, 23,427 nights ago. Perhaps a more mature love communication would prefer I stop counting my impatient lack of peaceful EarthTribe belonging days. To stop counting the cost of irreligious discommunication at least sounds like a more generously evangelical co-investment engaging this actively curious peace-seeking SacredMind/OrganicBody in perennially recycling love life No longer counting the days and nights, no two exactly the same just as no two mind-full neurosystemic bodies precisely duplicate a divine design structure.