Changing tides, multidimensional rides . . .

Gender identity and expression are signs of confusing transitional identity forms to differentiate.

Like shifting from Winter to Spring;

Winter is nearly forgotten, then remembered.

Not always gracefully like snowstorms in April when there should be only showers.

Or conversations about the fluidity of pronouns.

An attachment to the habituated mind’s eyes are sarcastically stained with clouds of judgements!

Reading a burning book about a caterpillar . . .

Doesn’t turn your fingertips into a firefly or butterfly!

(But meditation on Butterfly can help you spread your wings of compassion

by flying into gentle ripple effect zones of empathic understanding!)

Our world needs more loving kindness right now!

Fossil fuels are exhausting our resources!

Clean energy must be in the tailpipes of our heart minds . . .

It’s a Red Root Chakra thing:

You’ve got to understand . . . Whew!

But don’t get hung up on the color.

The primordial black truth of creation echoes a callback out of the Great Void:

Like leaves in Autumn, we are all diverse shades somewhere under the rainbow.