Zengarden Light

What might be your perfect way to awake with joy and gratitude each morning within this new day of opportunity and mourning? For me, this morning's epiphonic awakening into Beloved Paradise, would open my eyes to a full bright winter moon shining through my bedroom window greeting pale yellow dawn fading starlit sky of not quite night. To awake fully conscious I am more than loved and seldom feared or cause for anger, if only because I am, as are all Earth's re-creations, re-born Full Moon's eco-fertile nurturing love, and reverse-time elliptical fear of climatic Ego death into EcoLife's Full Moon Climax, and pouty dual-dark transparent Absence, of full bilateral revolving Moon's regenerate-therapy light day, transparent-linked with night's transition dreaming drenched in Full Moon's light, realizing I have another hour before that fearful angry alarm goes off, and I once again wake up to Business As Usual EgoLeft, too-Yang dominant to remember Full Moon's designing bright flowing time's self-promoting dreams as Love defined-deduced-reduced by DualDark Absence. We ReGenerate therapeutic-intended dancing gardens by day, revolving Love's sacred spiritual FullMoon Buddhabody by night, Ego as EcoTime's light AND dualdark FullSelf-Conscious BiLaterally Revolutionary Moon, zen-centered toward and around Earth, radiant and gratefully double-bound eco-gravity balance, in octave-fractal frequent waves of light and not-not = faith-in-not-yet co-arising risk+opportunity. What might be our perfect way to start and end each day with humane/divine timely dreams of peace-stretching polypathic nights? From whence derive awakening reborn transitions, watering polyculture-garden love drowning past and future Ego-monoculture, Absence of fertile NighTime conversation. We dance with dreams of grandfather Sun's universal time. We dream in chains, dualdark yet transparent, of grandmother Moon's Full and Dark, love-medicine v pathology, Times. But, what do I know about consciousness of rhythm and rhyme, I've been up for hours, all ecologically regenerative wealth evaporated with the rising sun. I suppose this is the "mourning" side of night's re-creative Absence. At noon my mind bows East and West, spiritual practice shapes liturgical rites and steps of each gardening day, as regenerate natural intent shapes non-linguistic flow and function of each night, investing with emergent Elders from DNA's EarthTribal Voice of streams, and seasons, atmospheric sea, and eco-gravitating moon's forest roots of light.