Curious Integrity

I find it easier and, admittedly, more fun to climb through tough terrain, piles of leaves, loose rocks, debris, If and when my goal is not to push sweaty through by force of independently superior will, But to dance with EarthTribe's diverse and miraculous co-creations, sometimes feeling monstrous, While marching up our co-arising complexly gorgeous, Some might say "athletic" hill. And, when more still, too quiet to dance, advance, transport myself from points A through fully alphabetized Z I sit with members of my inter-connecting choir to sing my feeling solo inside dialogues and depressingly competitive debates Rituals of stuck in ambiguous refrains and angry rounds of songs I've come to care for yet fear to unload out loud Taking turns to catch up and on and on without permitting any advice ever regardless of how unilaterally wise, Nor even comment before this circling non-dialogue completes our time allotted for this therapeutic day of deeply listening monologue. And then my dance begins inside as sung by curiosity. Open ended, round and full of comprehensive stretches across all open intersectional space and sufficient efficient inter-connected time to rhyme our stories sung in resonance Of universal therapy for re-uniting trauma memory. But curiosity does not predict responses right and wrong or either serenely left in peace or right redly fight. Curiosity draws me out toward undiscovered yet unfelt recovered from full felt resonance Reconfirming choirs of angels singing Earth's therapeutic climates of bravely danced resilience.