As early instinctive predilections erected
pre-pubescent,
a shadow appeared in my mirror.
A more safely remote “Problem of Evil”
evolved into THE problem of my own irresistible Evil nature:
My longing to love mutually beloving relationship
that could only be naturally good and true
if spiritually “evil.”

Yet when I spoke with Elder trees,
listened to mourning dove sighs,
watched seasons surf with equipoise values,
I felt omnipresence
still-struggling toward an eco-diastatic culture
of radically inclusive omnipotence,
and bi-balance.

Natural systems seemed bisexually organizing and regenerative,
or human nature cannot thrive,
a bicameral balancing head within Earth’s Nature-Tribe.

Evil evolves more justly
when spelled backward.