Buying the Farm
Have you chosen what you will become,
my son,
or will you become something yet unchosen?
Become?
How will you keep yourself gainfully occupied,
dare I speak of vocation?
Oh yes,
I will be absent.
Absent from…?
From you.
Absent from you.
My wisest son,
thank you for your perfect gift of omission,
and yet your future commissions
provoke my valiant interest now.
You are more curious
than absence would allow.
And you less curious
than vocations would avow.
Not true.
You rush to judge rashly
evidence only future time could carry.
I would become absent from inside voices,
those demanding I use mine
closing minds to outside voices
ignoring body needs for outdoor playing crimes
of raucous laughter,
shouting at echoing self-greetings
to outside experts too busy writing competitions
to read my co-infested cooperations.
Would it kill you,
wisest son,
instead of seeking absence from inside voices
to market sacred presence
speaking outside voices?
It might,
herein lies opportunity
for disgraced great transitions.
Ah yes,
transitions toward whom doing what?
and why
these grow my tired questions.
So what are golden opportunities
with minimal risk of becoming fleeced,
naked with flaunted loss,
intimately vulnerable to cold dark death?
I could not know of wealthy transition
without risk of loss
yet comprehend this time
discerning how to find health opportunities
as EarthTribe's irreligious revolutionaries
(0)-interest buddha-sattva co-investors
in Beloved Community occupations
echoing Earth's great cooperative.
I have become terrified
each new morning brings great transition opportunity
and loss,
firing refueled anger and fear
advertising Heaven's love
and timeless dead contentment,
denying unseasoned issues
and degenerative tissues.
Where is your risk of further loss
inside this outside landscape?
Respect for nurtured authority
without concomitant nutrient value,
Logically deductive truths
without resonant inductive trust,
Reductive competitive edges
without cooperative expanding wedges
Becoming hypnotized by bright mendacity
devoid of light's integrity
unsevering nature's wealth values
for spirit-filled health communication,
resilient political musings
and ecologically resonant
echoing musicians.
Your healthy future
is your daily wealth vocation choice
emerging more cooperative compassions,
like Yang's outsized choice
of uracil
with Yintegrity's inside voice
for cytosine.
What if I choose to play
win/win musical chairs?
Commit to cooperative Earth-dancing games
playing with repurposed amusement
finding ways to heal souls
and soils,
flair
and air,
inside erotic matters
nursing outside exotic waters
excavating ways to rehydrate Earth
slowing down AnthroDominant acceleration.
You would invest in square-dancing
buddha-wise amusicians
for polyphonic avocations?
Sounds more like your organic farm
community therapy
amusing dream.
I suppose that could be one way
to WinWin play.
But, not mine,
and not without you
today.
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