Once upon a nightime grim
all creatures of Earth dreamed
our Mother was not enough for everyone,
This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out
Earth is insufficient for our needs!
We live in Closed Systems of immunity,
heading toward decay!
EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!
I am not enough, yet!
I do not have enough, yet!
When someone grabs from me
they steal from my self-identity!
When someone strikes and hits to hurt,
is mean to those I care about,
I hit back!
with self-righteous flashing anger,
equity and integrity mere dormant values.
They must learn
or I may perish!
With such dark dreams
our primal twins,
Yang and Yin,
thrashed about in tangled sheets
each unaware of Other’s parallel flight
within this blue-black brackish night,
til Yang whacked Yin upside the head
completely unaware of how this would unfold.
So Yin hit back in fright
and soon this ruckus raised a violent alarm
among their household, neighbors, Tribe.
This outrage spread
sweeping across land and oceans
then back again to where it all began
until exhausted and dark bruised
all earthbound life fell down unconscious.
Within this loss of self-defense,
our open-handed peaceful nest,
dawn quietly crept toward abundant light
for all to feel and hear and touch
her sobbing singing warming beauty.
Scent of sun-baked cotton sheets
invites Yin’s eyes to uncover sight
of radiant light
abundantly growing nutrient wealth,
a yeasty compost sustaining interweaving life,
incarnating karmic response to each species’ evolving wants
and worthy hope.
As her awareness of Earth’s vast creation
lit her eyes of self-discovery
dawn’s diastasis filled hearts and minds
of all coincidental early risers.
We woke uncovered to discover immensity of life
and color swarming far beyond our needs,
nutrients absorbed for taste, and touch, and scent, and sound,
and sight, freely accessed to fit each synchronic need,
each longing to belong,
each Self fading into and out of Other,
sufficient place for each species’ time and space.
Last night’s primal screams of insufficiency replaced
by dawn’s ecology of karmic grace.
Yang woke alarmed at loss of cover.
His arms flew out to hide his fall
from dawn’s radical gift of generosity
and harmonic praxis.
And, in so doing, he hit Yin’s head.
This blow did smart
but seeded tears of redeemer healing.
Yin justly smiled and absorbed around
reminding Yang she is his graceful mentor
interpreting his dreams.
She sang with harmony enveloping unredeemed dissonance and disease,
hope for suffering and insanity’s dark lessons,
dawn’s well-lit vocation for us all
softly individuating within Earth’s optimizing life,
all brittle boundaries of mutual immunity
relaxing into resonance.
In this Transition Time from dark competing violence,
we remain cooperatively nested within Earth’s well-being,
so, dear Yang,
return toward redemptive rest,
regenerating memory seeds,
stringing songs dancing back,
back to stardust’s Ecologic Elders.
Fear and violence display synaptically sharp;
competitive “Loser!” economies;
love’s justice peace remains buoyant, resilient, robustly evolving
cooperating mutual winner revolution
away from red skies of mourning.