Why Kites Fly

Fear and violence and guilty judgment display synaptically sharp, competing "Loser!" skittish economies. Love and active peace sustain buoyance, resilience, robustly revolving away from red skies of mourning; cooperatively mutual Win-Win ecology of evolution. I want so badly to fly my competing belief kites, and faith, for my string to remain confidently taut, vibrantly humming and singing my self-righteousness, intrinsic value and merit, for my wisdom to transcend up and out catching our multi-cultural wind, decomposing old ways of competing as we bow to my better judgment, declaring my Orthodox uniting kite the Winner! Still, your kite won't fly this way, or hasn't after all these frustrating lean growing years of learning our faith in competing paradigms, where one must be more right, the best kite, but really not just the best, because we would each love to obliterate all inkiting competition. Our ego-cycling judgment reads and studies why each must be elite to lead winners up and outwardly forward and leave losers down and inwardly behind. Meanwhile, some of us are relearning, re-ligioning, reconnecting, reweaving kites flying best together like wedges of geese balanced and resiliently squawking our glad future tidings, "It's warmer south, and colder north, and vice versa, depending on which habitual hemisphere you seasonally reasonably favor." Together we catch post-millennial wind to soar our joyously cooperating kites in Golden self-regenerative atmospheres of inclusive stratospheric grace. If my eisegetical kite won't fly right, if my EarthTribe can't hear or understand or care about what wounds I have to proclaim, I listen deeper to find how high my kite might float in richer racing flowstreams, as positive deviant diversity among mutually mentoring companions, resonantly quacking our coincidental ecologic. We find each Other's incarnated contours, adjusting, nuancing, merging one felt breath, two resonant heartbeat kites, then three.... Then rise to fly apart. Floating back, breathe, sustain mutual listening, sync-rhythmic vibrant revolutions spiraling up and away, soaring west-eastern harmonies, dancing inkited incarnate breeze. Left-Right well-bowed bicameral sparring confluence balancing peace toward mutual gratitude, centering mindfulness soaring regeneratively up reducing tipping-tail dissonance and stress, waving down and up in and out back and forth to smile warm namaste. Leaning left proposes inspiration, flexing right disposes expiration, together swelling prime (0) spinal soul, our permacultural kite-fly system fractally equivalent decomposing, air-born swimming, interdependent open windowed balance, which was our Original Intent, to reach up toward bicameral balancing flight, as Left breathes in yesterdays Right breathes back out regifting Earth tomorrows, positively praying revolution's spacious gratitude. Breathing out what you breathe in, breathing in what you breath out, inspiring information, expiring exformation, my Yang inhale our Yin exhale, my Yin exhale our Yang inhale, balancing (0)-sum neurosystemic stress, flying our long-taled inter-nesting kite express.