Unfinished Loves

This passion to live and love fully would grow with maturation, not dissipate with age. Such passion, investment, solidarity with Earth and all Her beautiful, yet suffering, Tribes cannot remain mutually sustained if I need to control each relationship's closure, completion, transition from prioritized work to begin play again each renewing spring. Concerns and distractions about unpredictable seasons of severance and rebirth belong to self-aggrandizing outcomes more than longing for self and other-healing process through mutually compassionate commitments, investments, solidarity of sharing transparently unfinishable business. Sharing the speaking and planning baton, the on-stage executive floor, with co-mentoring peers and my next generations, as past generations, has led to this and each regenerative project, deeply engaged each day, pre-saged each night Shaping and reshaping how I feel apart and together, nearly finished and yet just about re-beginning, untheistic ego-sacred embrace re-membering now, yet not quite Paradise here. Life is multi-generationally imcomplete as love is death's ego-sacrificial completion. Attachment, passion for knowing/feeling Us interdependent, is detachment, compassion for Ego's physical mortality, leaving generous room for investing in unfinished journeys, inhabited loves, habitual truths, habitat trusts, habits of play, relationships, vocations, cooperatively healing busyness.