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Advent Funerals with Birthdays

The coincidence of Advent
and the HW Bush eulogies
reminded me of DJ Trump’s challenge
to laugh about himself
at least as quickly as he laughs against others.

As compared to any recent US President,
he comes in dead last
for his appropriate humility,
willingness to sacredly listen, empathize with generosity,
and least place for his ability to nurture resilient international peace,
and I am not sure these two challenges
are merely side-by-side coincidental.

Other challenges seem to come with the Yangish motivation required to even become a credible candidate.

Presidential candidates
at least since the Civil War,
if not the Revolutionary War,
are not generally known for saintly sacred listening
to and for healthy multicultural developments,
domestic or foreign,
domestic and yet foreign
to those unschooled in WinWin health-power whisperings,

Noticing positive deviance
advocated and praised and blessed first well-humored,
before negative pedestrian bullying rat races continue
with all paranoid Win/Lose stripes
madly pursued by monoculturing manic political stars.

This Advent day of HW Bush eulogies
was also my oppositionally defiant daughter’s seventeenth birthday.
When I asked her for an allegorical meaning
for the Sleeping Beauty fable
she dismissed the story
as another patriarchal humorless female Messianic staple
for achieving EarthJustice happily ever after
by mere kiss of Prince Charming
after she had done all the heavy emotional lifting
required to rebuild sacred communion
with resilient good humor.

But, she is more interested in discussing Robin Hood
and Little Red Riding Hood,
all the potential messianic Hood leaders
who know predative patriarchal wolves when they see
and hear
and smell them,
even in hooded disguise,
transparently lying on their own grandmother’s bed
and Bibles
and thrones,
about being more committed to democratic good-humored healthy constitutions
advocates for sharing communion with all
before defending their own ego-centric hindquarters.

My fetal alcoholic seventeen year old daughter
knows wolves when she hears them
in government threatening humorless voices
or more entertainingly violent industrial corruption predators.

Feminist Hoods can themselves taste wolf hunger
for royal hunting and riding
and devouring innocent WinWin democratic youth,
separating them from their naive healthy multiculturing forests,
composed by
and for
and of naturally diverse and good-humored habitats.

She can smell satiated predators
growing hungry for vulnerable healthy integrity
stealing back fleeting power from Win/Lose playing wolves
by investing economic and political trust
in those still living natural-humored life
as a normal spiritually connecting re-investment.

Hooded egos still know this spiritually enchanted forest life
as a naturally reconnecting hope
for healthy happier,
more co-redemptive,
EarthJustice futures.

And so the eulogies
and my daughter’s exegetical birthday party progressed
through Cinderella’s king and queendom
at healthier humored EarthJustice hand
after marrying her Prince of Adventuring Revolutionary Peace.

On through the Three Little Pigs
enjoying shared wolf-soup communion
with all EarthTribe’s piglets and cubs,
dolls and stuffed bears
communioned while sitting down grace-fully together.

She hears this same polypathic humored journey
in every diversely sacred narrative
she leads and listens,
smells and tastes and feels
hope for Earth’s wealth
of future everyday health
for democratic constitutions,
disability stories,
eulogies inviting salvific humor.

This coincidence of birthday and funeral
reminds me of our sacred challenges
to laugh communally among ourselves
more than jeering a viral twittering weapon
against the vulnerabilities of others.

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Thy Kingdom Come

Because you choose to wait
for Jesus to return to Earth,

Because you choose to wait
for your self-righteous Rapture,
our Great Transitional End
of naturally sinful,
unspiritual
carnal
mortal Earth,

Which do you also choose to do while you wait
to die
so you can Paradise live divinely,
timelessly,
cooperatively,
with fullest possible integrity
of Earth nearly become,
yet denied,
Heaven?

Do you choose
a life lived in communion
with God your Father of creative love,
like sunshine
blessing lily splattered green meadows,
embracing isolated willow trees
producing modest yellow spring blossoms
caressed by healing butterflies
and bees?

Or do you choose
a more LeftBrain dominant life
of capitalized Ego-autonomy,
a dying paranoid Win/Lose life trend
toward isolation
and Lose/Lose helplessness?

Do you too often choose mono-egotistic competition
despite long-term health risks?
Over-extended tragedy
for all potential future children
of all organic EarthTribe,
communal polypaths
inviting resilient multipurposed Paradise
of Health today

Reforesting
healing
planting and harvesting
communing with secular/sacred Earth,

Especially when sun shine calls
to ultra-violet daydream rainbows,
crescent stars shine
bright night
extended family
crystal communions,
story-telling fire-circle flames,
songs of full theological disclosure
and nature’s liturgical spirit dance,

Bicamerally exploding
peaceful sufficiency of messianic return,

Because you choose not to wait
to return to messianic/bodhisattva wealth
of Win/Win health
and ecopolitical reforestations,
anciently awaiting
anxious transubstantiations

Secular here
with sacred Now,
Earth’s healthing space
within bilateral Time.

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Perennial Adventure

Advent,
older, and more pervasive, than Christmas
I presume.

Why so?

Advent’s lack of glaring light
feels more of an invite
to prepare for winter’s new year planning
by reviewing what went toxically wrong
and occasionally
mysteriously right.

A time not yet for sorting ecstatic harvest seeds
of early year insight
but deeper hibernating
into all not not quite entirely wrong potentials,
where cooperative perennial images delight
while capital’s mortal reasoning
remains logistically wrong,
a song
too soon sadly sung
in nihilistic
dissonant keys
of double-binding night,
approaching terrorizing fright
vigorously denied
before adventurously accepting
heuristic gains of ultra-violet bright

Into Advent darkness
recomposing next year’s nurture lights,
ecologically learned evolving cycles
of nutrition
theologically deep revolutionary recycles
speaking healthy wealth of Advent’s
annual 2020 resolutions.

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Go West, Old Woman

A transportive
transubstantiating
sacred with secular pearl
of Eastern multicultural virtue,
measure of ecopolitical peace,
values of creolic absorption,
extended family blending,
dialectal democracy
co-operative co-lateral formation
incoming informative uracil with cytosine,
ultra-violet with green,
exflowing through past DNA co-memories
of love and regenerative lust
of death and degenerative dust.

Go West
could mean
Grow a stronger green LeftWing
ecological commitment
to deductive healthy rationality
complementing
supplementing
transporting West
your already wealth-developing East
flowing more resiliently ultra-violet
theological matriarchal ecofeminist restorations
of inductive green wild wiki

Conservational transparency
nurturing YangWest/YinEast agendas
for EarthMother BiLaterality,
at least for those Left with Right
Northern revolutionary advent bound
in this 2020 post-millennial tao
of TimeSource flowing ego/eco-centers,
bicameral core East
multicultural flowing
Western LoveStreams,
Southern PassionDreams.

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Advent of Love’s Adventure

When and where
ecological sisterhooded wisdom dies

So too theological Win-Lose compromise
between nature’s humanity
brothered, yet sometimes bothered,
with spirited patriarchal divinity,
secular Western CoOperating Truths
inhaling sacred Eastern Beauty.

Subjective ego ecstasy
Win-Win with and Win-Lose against
Earth’s objective historical ancestry,

RightMind sacred animated Memory
of imaged future DNA organic systemology
as imagined alternative past trajectory
of healthy wealth
and degenerative pathology.

Why and how anxiety
breeds climate deity
of fear
only where peace could justify lush Win-Win sobriety,
ecstatic affinity
confidently absorbing silent cold Lose-Lose infinity

When and where
ecological-theological
sisterhooded matriarchal-patriarchal
bicameral
ElderWisdom dies to lose all
of the Above-Below All-Fall…

Are we Here yet?
Not now?

Are we Here
yet not Now?

Are we Here
double-binding Now?

Because we know so
or feel something changing
and Both?

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Crippled America, But Growing Good

I was reading Trump’s Crippled America the other day…

I’m sorry to interrupt, but why?
Isn’t his Unreality Show more than taxing enough already?

Well, more than sufficient, actually,
but I was trying to figure out
what he believes a non-gimpy America
would look like.

Fascist scary, am I right?

Like a pilot
for yet another dystopian vampire series.
Anyway,
he keeps describing himself
as not only a rich man
but a nice man.

But not a crippled good man.

Right.
I’ve heard him declare some of his relatives are good.
And then there were the Nazis in Virginia,
also some good people there.
Just having a bad day
at the same time
in the same unfortunate little place
by coincidence,
but good people,
with democratically healthy intentions.

Probably reminds him of his Republican Party.

He says he is rich and nice;
but does not say he is good
or could become better,
or in any way ego crippled,
fractured by love
for innocence of intimate life
as gift.

I don’t suppose he’s just being coy.

I see Trump as coy
even less than Trump as nice.
He all but uses the word “bully”
describing how he ended up in military school,
where he also had unspecified issues.

Didn’t we call those reform schools
back in the day
of childhood self-righteousness?

No, dear,
reform schools were supposed to be about education
to restore sanity.
Military school is about going the other insane direction,
polyunsaturated war-mongering and ballistic bully threats
against foreign property,
which, unfortunately, includes people
and their pets.

And livestock,
gardens and farms,
food and fiber
and spiritual philosophy.

Unworthy causes for erections
and elections
for some not so nice people.

Like un-reformed bullies?

Like over-fertilized monoculturing bullies
writing contracts out again Crippled America.

That doesn’t sound good.

Or nice.
Or even particularly rich
for that matter.

I wonder if too much money,
in an aggressively colonizing
capital-infested culture
leads to too much power
to do even more aggressive violence
against natural-spiritual riches
of Earth
and Her Heavenly ways and means,
cooperative design
and intelligent equi-lateral nutritional planning.

I wonder if rich WesternWhite men
who hope they are becoming more refined,
nicer bullies,
but won’t even pretend to be good,
are any more likely to become good healthy humans
than to pass through the crippled eye
of a discerning wu-wei needle.

Crippled eyes
to stand in solidarity
with the rest of us sinners
doing our best
to learn powers of love
over nice and rich bullying evil.

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Advent of Discernment

What would I harvest
as the moon rises
to conclude this day?

Will I hunt for the life still burning in the eyes of each person,
each living creation, I meet,
each work and play in progress process;
or divest by looking away?

Will I gather up more healthy cooperative listening
or divest of wisdom’s helping opportunity
through more self-condemning, pathologically comparative,
competitive, falling short of utopian-speaking?
Reminding myself and others
of how fragile is this ego-center,
born of birthing fears
and dying, divesting, angers.

Will I celebrate with economic and politically nurturing climates
and healthy landscapes
resolving and dissolving together outside,
where winds of fresher air may still blow
and fragrances speak of both Earth’s pristine self-governing organics
and of my, our, anthrocentric hubris?
Reminding me to be aware,
the more significant history of furture regenerational health
plays together out here,
and not inside my smaller egocentered,
household-defensive, nest
of more domesticated creation stories.

At the end of this day,
will I have invested in seeing and hearing and smelling and tasting
and feeling and thinking about our rich and deep cooperative potential
for further healthy integrity of life;
or will I have continued stuck
in looking some other depressing suppressing repressing direction?

Co-redemptive discernment,
Advent of another day,
another year,
a renewing life,
hunting and gathering light through others’ eyes,
sounds of happiness surrounding despair,
tastes of climate health
attenuated by more dissonant pathologies,
waiting, waiting
with us for this Advent healing.

Before this winter moon sets
have I harvested only a litany
of beaten down
by my condemning White
supremely patriotic
vengeful
MonoCulturing God,
struggling against my sad historic decomposition?

Yet this same truth appears much more rich
by simply, more humbly, remembering
this same Paternal God’s
maternally organic rich-Black EarthGoddess face,
for these two, Yang and Yin,
are each a co-arising nondual Janus-place
of tipping toward our richest Winter Solstice harvest.

My Advent of therapeutic purpose
is not so much to improve my skills
at predicting next year’s most important historic failures and challenges,
although that would not be a bad thing in itself,
yet even more so,
within this larger healthy Yintegrating flow,
I continue inviting EarthTribe’s daily cooperative miracles
of still-regenerating EarthRights,
inclusive of Adventurous Ego’s most abundant integrative flow.

What have I harvested
for the Advent of a healthier, and happier, tomorrow?

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