Unfinished Loves
This passion to live
and love
fully
would grow with maturation,
not dissipate with age.
Such passion,
investment,
solidarity with Earth
and all Her beautiful,
yet suffering, Tribes
cannot remain mutually sustained
if I need to control each relationship's closure,
completion,
transition from prioritized work
to begin play again each renewing spring.
Concerns and distractions
about unpredictable seasons of severance
and rebirth
belong to self-aggrandizing outcomes
more than longing for self and other-healing process
through mutually compassionate commitments,
investments,
solidarity of sharing transparently unfinishable business.
Sharing the speaking and planning baton,
the on-stage executive floor,
with co-mentoring peers
and my next generations,
as past generations,
has led to this and each regenerative project,
deeply engaged each day,
pre-saged each night
Shaping and reshaping how I feel
apart and together,
nearly finished and yet just about re-beginning,
untheistic ego-sacred embrace
re-membering now,
yet not quite Paradise here.
Life is multi-generationally imcomplete
as love is death's ego-sacrificial completion.
Attachment,
passion for knowing/feeling Us
interdependent,
is detachment,
compassion for Ego's physical mortality,
leaving generous room
for investing in unfinished journeys,
inhabited loves,
habitual truths,
habitat trusts,
habits of play,
relationships,
vocations,
cooperatively healing busyness.
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