Some mornings I awaken slowly
to knowing too much
and yet never enough.
Some nights I drift off quickly
feeling too many disassociating memories,
never inviting enough connection.
Sometimes invitation into a healthier life
feels like addiction to wealthier love.
Sometimes I wonder who decides
when a pregnancy has reached perfect climax;
Where more time inside would become toxic
yet not too soon for optimizing healthy outside invitation
into Earth’s deeper and wider Gaian womb
of spiraling revolution.
Sometimes I feel changed
transformed
more cooperatively win/win co-acclimated
transubstantiated
creolizing
reformed
returning
reviewed by EarthMother ancestors
fulfilling MotherEarth’s rebirth
of DNA-inspired nurturing nutritional prophecies
throughout history’s Six Great Extinctions.
Sometimes we become the post-millennial herstory,
perfectly timed,
not too critically hot
and not too chronically cold
AllSouls culmination of climate rebirthing risk
and mutually therapeutic opportunity;
The Seventh bicameral enrapturing regeneration,
Left ego-natures
and Right eco-spirited,
secular/sacred cooperative,
Either/Or and Both/And
RightBrain more prominently egalitarian,
win/lose and win/win strategic health-game players
universal and unitarian,
walled ego-identities
and yet webbed ecotherapists
Yanged Yinning
seventh inning,
Three diminsional massive space energy
with One ZeroZone bilaterally open dimension
linear and yet non-linear,
perhaps wave spiraling solar and lunar revolutions
from EarthMother into MotherEarth
restoring healthy prophetic rebirth,
not too ego-opportunistically soon
and yet not too ecopolitically late.
Some mornings I awaken quickly
to knowing too much toxic history
and yet never enough therapeutic re-creative herstory.
