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Resilient Redemption

Probably few of us
have capacity
to see ourselves
as both Angel
and Demon.

Many of us
have had the experience
of demonizing
and punishing ourselves
for sins of the past
extending into our present
festering
unresolved trauma.

Hopefully many of us
have also had the experience
of forgiveness
and saving ourselves
from sins of the future
because someone shared with us,
in some effective way,
that nothing
is always your autonomous fault

If only because
no organic creature,
anthro or otherwise,
is born
or can survive
radically autonomous
from non-ego centers.

Personal identity
follows interpersonal
ecosystemic individuation
developmentally
causally
and effectively.

I hear healing opportunity
in this responsible
yet not solely responsible
both/and way of consciousness

As well as traumatizing risk
of denial,
too cheap self forgiveness,
too easy hiddenness
of our secret
most private
feelings of guilt
about harming another

Both intentionally
and without malice,
accidentally.

A woman’s reluctant decision
to abort may feel unresolvable
between angelic win/win desires
and demonic win/lose fears
and angers

As might
her reluctant decision
to buy a gun
and several ominous rounds
of deadening ammunition

To protect herself
and her children
from traumatic demons
at her flimsy door

Not considering
her lack of experience
with braver angels
hoping to reassure her.

Therapeutic angels
may also wait,
curiously
and impatiently,
outside that same door,
searching for health’s
most wealthy bell
to dispel
shared dark shadows

In-between silent demons
we abhor
and sacred angels
we redemptively adore.

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Demons and Angels

NonViolent messiahs
and bodhisattvas
are not born to scorn
or demonize
or even demote
or excommunicate
win/lose competition games
like capitalism
and patriarchalism
and systemic racism
and sexism
and totalitarianism
and fundamentalism
and dogmatism

All politically privileged
undemocratic
sometimes self-righteously punishing
authoritarian parenting shame
and teaching individualistic blame
and governing with rod and staff
and cannon and nuclear ballistics

Making ZeroSum Win to Lose
evolutionary assumptions
about a dog eat dissociated
dehumanized dog world
filled with personal
and political,
local
and global,
cognitive/affective bicameral dissent
monoculturing leftbrain dominant
lack of co-invested passion
for win/win
resilient healthy and safest resolutions

Angelizing
re-connecting
re-weaving
ego/eco-therapeutic
bicameral co-arising
compassionately communicating
win/win cooperative co-investments
democracy transgeneratively empowering
integral systemic healing
with NonZero Zone positive
health/wealth anticipations

Mediating
revolutionary 20/20
multi-sensory revisioning
Right Yintegral/Left Yang co-empowering
eco-politically enlightening
bicamerally intelligent
health resilient
win/win systemic wealth
restoring
re-ligioning EarthJustice/Peace
regenerative
preventatively resilient
brilliant consciousness
of YangPower
co-passioning YintegraLight

Angelizing
positive compassions
in-between Heaven’s ancient spiritual light
and Earth’s natural co-passioned powers.

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New Year Masquerade

For what manner of beast,
sad creature,
mad monster,
deeply dark angel east,
does everyday accompaniment
seed cold contempt
instead of bleeding warm sacred resonance?

Should beloveds
not expect to grow in sublime stature
not despite, but for humored respite, flirtatious flaws,
fallen fractured nature, merely human
after and before All.

Divine epiphany,
fully-flowered gods and holy-climaxed goddesses
relinquishing anti-divine powers
redundantly secularized,
now old bad not-news,

Flaws adored
because of these robust fractures
of opportunity
to remind Belovers:

Silent patience bleeds compassion
heading toward disgust,
self-shaming,
other-blaming
for missed transcendent mindful bliss

Of anima–
dark animal angel nature

Away from all this daily mundane muck,
life not as love would design us
but Earth’s timeless generations
have invited each of holy us
uniquely to let go of contemptuous patience
with ourselves and other-selves,
ego-beings and eco-becomings

To grab hold of sublimely sacred nature
here in this deep dark in-between place.

Here
where human nature grows most profligate
and naked
and vulnerably courageous

To consider all missing facts
of life most fully considered
and love regardless
as if each sacred absent moment,
each transitioning year,
were our health wealthiest last
and final 20/20 revision

Since we first sacred emerged
into social
and cultural
and eco-political light,
divine and mundane,
sublimely sacred and routinely worthy
of good-humored contempt,

And,
most cutting double-edge of all,
this curiously courageous humane nature
spiritually in-between
already old
and reasonably new

Empires
and masquerading inspirations.

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Climate Prophets

What is a health optimizing adventure
appropriate for a co-empathic prophet
of ego/eco-therapeutic peace?
In this dark Advent time of climate degeneration,

When we feel more than just this solstice year
co-darkens to complete,
to tragically end,

When we feel risk
and need opportunities
to heal our entire exterior timelessly dark future,
to heal interior decomposing dusky thoughts with feeling minds
and dis-organically stressed bodies,
to heal climates of sickly expanding universal therapeutic needs
with some unitarian cooperative spices
and some chaotic climate spaces
terrorizing pro-organic persistent feelings;

What is a wealth optimizing Advent
appropriately co-acclimating with all nature/spirit prophecies
for ego/eco-therapeutic restoring justice Peace?
from ego-central
through eco-tribal cooperative Win/Win balance,

Advent co-presence
invites co-empathic listening,
responsive hoping,
active faithing,
everyday love, darkly,
sometimes starkly, enchanting.

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My Guardian Angel

I suppose,
as a pretentiously self-uberespecting Wise Elder,
I should be alpha-embarrassed to admit
my youngest son,
unable to speak or even sign,
unable to even successfully chew and swallow food,
unable to walk without warm-embraced assistance,
is also my guardian angel.

Without him
I would undoubtedly forget
each day and night
is a re-newing challenge
to laugh with others’ screeching terrors
and shared miseries of sobbing tragedy,
to listen patiently,
maintaining eye contact as best you can,
as long as necessary,
appearing to actually be interested and following,
or, even better,
actually become totally immersed in hearing
resonance and dissonance and timbre,
resolution and irresolution,
rhythm and patterns of song and dancing relationship
and absence of healthy co-relationship,
all before we speak,
or squawk,
as in the case of my guardian angel,

Who also occasionally graces us with shared laughter
about how silly we all are together,
or how great the front porch breeze feels
up against the birdsong.
My nearly egoless zero-sum WinWin mentor,
my youngest sacred graced perfection son.

How would I ever have survived his sister,
who is my Egyptian Princess AlphaPharoah BiPolar Bitch,
in a kind of a Nubian DiPolar Witchy Wu-Wei,
if you know what I mean.
Kind of like living with a five-year-old Donald Trump
if he were also a fifteen-year-old transexual
with bipolar oppositional bitch disorder.

I just read that to my guardian angel.
He didn’t think that was funny,
so I thought I would share it with you,
while he’s still listening,
in his guardian angel graced way.

We each take only what we yang and yin need
and do our best to cooperatively re-invest
all of it,
including the ecopolitical shit.

 

 

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Sleeping with Devilish Angels

My non-languaged son sleeps with angels
by night,
flying
swimming sometimes erotic exotic
running free of AFOs and walker
dreams of past multiculturing lights
and warm glow-voiced richness.

What could it mean to him
to sleep with devils by day,
poking and teasing,
singing and dancing,
inviting his attention and participation
across his bedroom floor,
breathing in his syntaxed-ear
to say

Hello,
I love you,
as life our abundantly nutritious self

My son can hear this perfect love as life.
We should all become such
wise listeners of
Internal warm nutrition voices
as mutually-held External warm light
contenting ecoconsciousness.

My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah,
were he capable of maturing images of memory patterned landscapes
as less than already fully diastatic
Beloved Community of Angels by Night,
DNA/RNA Earth-Holonic BeLonging Community
of Cooperative-Contented EcoPolitical Family
by Day.

Now if the rest of us
could just catch what he has,
in part
because we feel free to return
his open-handed love as co-empathic presence,
what a remarkably wonderful cooperative world
we would remember to see
each time we look at,
and listen carefully to,
a human mindbody tree
as another bicamerally
economic ecosystemic
ecologically nutritious
time-balancing,
doing the best I can
given the compost I have to work with,
me.

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Angelic Loss

Where is the boy

who laughs at rain,

stares past grey clouds

wandering why so blue

our sky

our sea-salt tears

of sense-filled pain?

Where is this boy?

 

He never said goodbye.

This boy went on to make his way alone.

He had no choice

or so he thought

with stardust gray bright eyes.

 

Where is this man

whose passion cries with pain

for who we could be,

should be?

Where is this redeemer

who stares past sun

wondering why so black

behind each face

of human place

sleeps deep inside with strain.

 

Where is my place,

my time in space

to see your eyes

glint through dark clouds

to wrap your face in mine?

 

When is our time

to rise with shining blue night song,

to dance our way toward where we were

before we lost our minds,

to when we were a white cloud day

to  play our work

and work our play.

I loved our eyes

that laughed at rain because we had each other.

 

Where is that man who was a boy

whose place was time

we could not spend forever?

He flew apart with wings outspread

too young to learn we only fly together.

 

If we could stop this time to live apart,

I’d find a place where time could find you

holding us forever;

through time to fly

and then to die to fly again

together.

 

Dedication: for Jerome, and boys who love angels

7/26/2014

 

 

 

 

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