When We Were Eight
When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day's dawn
what potential did you
with your autonomic empathy,
integrity of left-deductive
with elder-right-tempered languages,
discover?
Who were you
as you stepped into morning's warm spring sun,
how were you one of "us"
and how many species were included
before you were even born,
first reminder of school year's end
and summer's leisurely recreation
of imagination,
former lives of love's future past,
role play expansion,
languishing loved laughter
replacing more challenging team sports
requiring a win-lose assumption,
and visual distinctions between
left space in right time.
invisible to your perception?
What were you doing
lying flat on your stomach
in dutch clovered lawn's grasses
looking down into a miniature jungle
without water in dry river beds,
forest for ants
and other insect tribes,
their neighbors
our nations
and health/dysfunction ecosystems and cultures
as sustainably contented climates of regeneration,
interrupted by great transitional revolutions,
critical economic and political issues
with vast cooperative-global opportunities
lying between and within these enthymematic communications
from Earth's vast RNA-(0)-soul, refractive creation stories,
some with advantages and risks and beauty
of flight,
landing lightly in grass-blade tree tops
as ants pursued more industrial economies
of richly nutritional value below,
sweet crystalline treasures,
jewels for their QueenMother Gaia's healthy shabbat investment
in embryonic divine vocation
developing human naturally regenerative time as health optimization,
endosymbiosis of a new generation
of flying occupyers,
Bodhisattva Warriors
for co-empathic peace
with interminable cooperative faith
in this integrity of nature's ecological jungle?
Where was your family-owned business
incorporating love
with truth and hope for more inclusive faith
flexible enough to include boys
vulnerably drawn to love other boys' eyes and skin
and hearts and mindbodies,
more than girls' laughter and light heartedness?
How did you invest your perfect humid August days,
breathing Lake Michigan's thick air,
reading sultry Gone With The Wind
in wonder of such rich sensual diversity
of spirit and unnatural ownership,
of WinLose integrity disguising entitled stupidity,
of nobility both within and despite poverty
of mendacity both within and despite superfluously competitive wealth
commodifying even beauty
and power
and nobility
and darkly rich fertile race?
Why did you love this embracing place
of multigenerational space,
your private familial sangha farm
balancing your bicameral heart and lungs
mind and limbs in love's familial
yet often over meat-headed,
overcooked-vegetative
and touchy about fruit-filled embrace
so that no other place
could ever bring this transubstantiating home again,
so that each other space
might ever bring this momentary polycultural home regained?
When we were eight
still remembering embryonic Outside/Inside
Mother Earth
feeding perfect love to DNA eco-mentees
through RNA-Zero fractal-memory-syntax
of Earth's mentor streams of dreams,
Time's CoPresent econsciousness.
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