Difference between crazy wildness and genius
may be soundness of deeply revolutionary resonance,
discerned and discovered
through transparent co-arising communicants
within a symbiotic culture of paradigms
and co-gravitating consciousness.
I can’t say for sure
as I live in an intentional tribe of mutual ignorance,
each denying our complicity in Business As Usual dissonance.
Difference between cognitive dissonance
and suboptimizing assonance
appears to be the null set.
Why would I care enough
to open your story?
Why don’t I care enough
to fill you in to mine?
I love your wild willingness,
can’t say the same for our willfulness
to exchange our belonging
for side-by-side longing.
for being karma’s relentless becoming
when we could more peacefully
become simple incarnate beings.
Prime being together
feeds my soul to yours,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild beings
with stir-flying nice.
Natural nutrients grow strong values
folding our stories with care.
Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as they float up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter’s full-blowing opera.
Some approach
briefly wave
bowing
bouncing isolated moments,
white lace water,
incarnate grace of space.
Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around
and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
continuing adventive play,
compassioning breath and blood beat.
I prefer my wild quite tame
and have no one to blame
that this is so
except my I
who carries shame across spacetime
to incarnate me with guilt.
The “I” We hoped to be
was as wild as yeast
still free of human domesticity
and with this dream of noble savage gone
I’m left with guilt
for giving up on youth’s hoped for “I,”
a part of We
immersed in wild diastatic
undomesticated freedom flight
from shame
toward becoming who I am
as EcoWe.
I prefer my tame quite wildly
shy of guilt
to find such goodness
in my speciated crazy quilt.
My home is rich and wild with possibilities
rushing and swooping through my mind
like twin tornadoes
spinning values left and right
then back around again
to revisit my next era,
incarnating possible futures
presented once more in new dress.
With comprehension, these fleshy predicating birds
slow down and linger in deep imagination
dwelling in this nascient possibility place
rich and wild,
growing potentiality.
Brilliant doors open
to self-staring species’ glare.
Earth grows rich and wild with possibilities….
gdill52 