To Barbara

When Peace Warriors fail to breathe further into Earth’s sacred time,

they do thereby commend multicultural We

The People who are faithfully left behind

to continue cooperatively breathing out

our Bodhisattva Anthemed Paradise.

Grace…

Well, love then…

Most certainly compassion

Passions know we so richly deserve
what is Earth’s most passionate need,

Resonant voices belong
in Earth’s impassioned longing,

Resilient humane health passions
cannot cost Earth’s desecrated illness,

Knowing we so robustly reserve yintegrity
of Earth’s most luminous yanged out synergy,

Grace breathes in multiculturing laughter
and spews her wealth
of Earth’s polycultural health,
in and out
no longer inhaled
so no stronger exhaled
as any less
than our continued breath
in Earth’s most graceful solidarity

Of EcoParadise
breathed sacredly in pace together
and out for EarthGrace,
Passion’s timeless EgoPleasure

Breathing in Me
timeless revolutions
still breathing out healing faith
in EarthTribe wealthy We
non-violently

Recommending graceful meanings universal
Black EcoFeminist Lives expiring out
EarthMother’s wealthiest pray

Recommencing secular uniting purpose
enough for this continuous,
yet right now feeling discontinuous,
internal healthy day

Of inside unspoken grace…

Well, then bold
as well-sung love…

And, most healthy danced
EarthWealthiest compassion.