How can you say
with your not quite straight face
that you neither know nor care
anything of God, or gods, or even exotic goddesses?
That’s like saying you don’t care for any love today,
or rain during a drought,
but thanks so very much for suggesting your best holistic medicine,
all the same,
all the grace-filled rain that came some other place and day.
Like saying you don’t enjoy music
and red and purple and pink and yellow bruised violet sunsets.
How could you not care about creative becoming?
Regeneration of life?
The future home of our grandchildren?
Health care and assurance?
Ecopolitical war games
and creative multicultural nature-spirit communications,
living in and between peacefully Beloving Communities.
How can you pretend
with that half-smirk
that this Earth Goddess we are regenerating
is no one you could know
or care deeply about?
To co-redeem, co-mentor?
To love into health by divesting of that anthrocentric hypocrisy,
thinking we could name,
much less commodify, God without idealizing self-imaged YHWH.
Why would you take a pass
on exploring our shared fully humane divinity?
This could not be true
not really you
not the Self with Others past and future right now you
would most prefer to know.
How can you know
we’re not gods and goddesses
in our integrity?
in our potential for regenerativity?
economic and politically ecological
love of full-stretch multi-colored jazzy soul livity.
You know you want to dance and sing
as god and goddess
within and on,
for and of Mother Gorgeous Gaia’s
through decompositionally recomposing,
transubstantiating dualdark tomb
of elational happy Golden Aging bliss.
Or, did I miss something
in that twinkling of your fertile sky?