Bell invites,

No gratitude in hearing resonant

flowing waves of graciousness,

as if I struck shit.

 

Life invites,

No gracefulness in seeing

EcoSelf’s Moment unfolding

with “I don’t have time!”

(I am time, apparently)

 

Universe blossoms into seedlings,

no gravity in feeling

Regenerating Tree’s fractal Seasons

with “I really don’t like winter!”

(no adventure without some advent)

 

Shamans gather,

No wisdom in knowing

magnetic synergy’s Tipping Point Transition

with Wow! Sky is falling!

(hope mine isn’t.)

 

Permacultured Opera,

full-throttled incarnating response

to richly resonant karmic heart and breath

silently,

throbbingly waiting,

joyful celebrated paradise,

presents (0)-soul balancing rhythmic dance.

 

Bells go off

when co-invited

co-incidenting

regeneratively,

at least in theory.

 

Logos invites Myth;

Myth reveals

Tao of Informating-Myth.