The younger Albert Einstein
was more intrigued by geometry of experience
than mere metaphysical abstractions.
During this younger time,
he wrote about bi-optical illusions
of Ego against Eco consciousness:
“This delusion is a kind of prison for us,
restricting us to our personal desires
for a few persons
nearest to us.
Our task must be
ourselves from this prison…”
may remember dreams
Once upon time’s bi-optical illusions
of all Sacred Species
uniting for cooperation
rather than unifying polarities
Cooperatively invested children
within Elder Paradise Dreams
grow personally then politically,
ecologically nutritious then economically healthy,
sacred as Matriarchal ElderWombs before.
told campfire creation stories
of organic healthy purpose.
assisting EarthSoul’s cooperative process
of realigning harmonies
Reforesting Agrarian Paradise.
suffered an enormously disempowering
depressive sense of loss
after his uniting nuclear fusion Though Experiment
turned into society’s atomic militarized-ballistics.
Genocide of sacredly uniting Earth,
the anti-ecological conclusion
of Yang LeftBrain supremacy,
raping and blasting
secularizing patriarchal powers
out of systemic balance
with Elder RightBrain
of CoOperative CreationStory Paradise.
grew toward dementia,
but high functioning.
Perhaps he joined the oncoming spectrum
at the top of awesome wonder
inhabiting manic dreams of nightmare blasts
sensing insatiable overpopulating risks
of rabidly competing human expansion
toward cancerous monoculturalism
and concomitant territorial risks
of ever more war-mongering
in a post-nuclear
A time of Great Transition
toward post-millennial death of a HomePlanet
through nuclear and nationalistic fissions,
losing solidarity with Sacred Earth
as mere collateral damage
for LeftBrain Reign of stubborn WinLose ego-empowerment
against RightBrain cooperative matriarchal health care restoration
and regenerative spirit-nature receiving,
preferring consciousness of fusion’s deep rich nondualistic opportunities
EcoTherapeutic Fusion Dreams
frightened away by fission’s growing Great Walls
rather than slowly revolving blue-green orbiting revisions,
as curiously slow as watching paint undry,
restoring justice Paradise.