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,
reborn 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 natural 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=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 light.
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