Wind Whispering

Mentors with the BeeTrees From NorthWinds come darkening winter as newborn discontent waiting to spring forth. From SouthWinds come summer's diastasis climax of full-born wisdom, contentment for and from all four directions spread across sleeping hearts of each nighttime regeneration. From normalizing WestWind toward East colonializing patriarchal harvest comes abundant fall in grace of grace from grace fulfilled in heartier summer, for grace processing through deep long winter winds of (0)-souls abundantly newborning. From EastWind springs nondually co-arise good news as Easter strawberries, born of flint and saplings full and blood-red regenesis well ahead of co-redeeming dreams for other berries to come after white lillies lead around green connifers promising full summer's heat by learned lighttime on this first day of all gratitude Yet to rebirth come leaders of berries and birds and baby bodhisattvas of all four winds, each with their season, reasons rational Tao gratitudes and irrational Confusion platitudes of sacred yet secular ecology. From NorthWinds winter water darkens within discontent newborn, dreams dawning future seasons of gratitude with summer's fullblown positive attitude. ----------------------------------------------- As I awake this morning I remember a song I taught my more oppositionally disposed daughter: I love you and you might love me even if I couldn't re-align my four B's, brain, and branches, and belly, and butt these four aligned good government. If you do then I will too. It is part of a dream as I awake this morning I remember EarthTribe no longer the same population living within that song as when I went to bed last night. A few of us have died. A few have been new born. And so it goes each morning since I was that new born overwhelmed by all concerted Four-B wisdom of older dreams awakening each morning to discover a few more have joined us, coming along behind, and a few more ahead are now beyond any further potential for re-aligning leadership or even long-lived Fractal-B hums of silent listening. And so I will go that last night now leading those who listen for a swelling population of EarthTribe Crystal-B Voices greeting each new born pioneer conjoining us for this Earth training turning journey, Vocation for wiser co-aligning Elders as just normal-aptic naptime for others just now begun for whom we join our minds as one in and with and for and of peace-filling co-gratitude. I wonder if our purist unity as EarthTribe is only RightBrain known and felt in dreams where reptiles and mammals and amphibeans like beans and corn and squash all process more alike than separate, more interdependently than empty of relationship, without distinctions arising sexism, without separations co-arising racism, without asseverated appositions causing self-righteous violence unless we know these as unruly nightmares begging to restore mercy and thereby less necessity for retributive harsh justice, patriarchal vengeance is ours! As EarthTribe slowly shape-shifts repopulation between each daily-nightly evolving frame roundly rolling along spacetime's polypathic avenues becoming not exactly who we were yesterday, as there is not sufficient time to quite grasp it all so much in one timeless time, just as, in RealTime, unlike Common DreamTime, we cannot quite get back to (0)Sum original habitat of spacetime's full-blown diastatic revolution, still home, disappointed yet again. But, maybe tomorrow night this resonant resolution may yet come to last for tomorrow's recast EarthTribe, poly-protagonists yet perpetually interdependent underdogs, (read: bitches, eco-witches, Sacred EarthMothers, and MotherTrees, no anonymous underdog mutt identities undemocratically meant to be unpolitical correctly excluded) Underdogs depending on your preferred bulldog or b-word identity of protagonizing ecojustice dreams where Paradise Lost looks more same than different throughout today's reborn post-creolizing, millennializing, degenerating still, Then through this timeless multi-speciating dream, more double-binding than simplistic (0)Sum LoseLose degeneration with regeneration for no one wakes up tomorrow not to re-create gratitude for dawn's newborn delight in FourB eco-alignments more interdependently flying together than degeneratively coming apart. ----------------------------------------------------------- Up from NorthWinds comes darkening winter water as newborn discontent of Advent waiting to spring forth.