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Pertinence of Compassion

Impertinence of Zealotry

Impertinence
reminds Roshi Susan Murphy,
refers not only to Trumpian rudeness,
but also irrelevance
to Earth’s Kingdom
at Compassionate Hand.

I was watching “Silence” last night
about zealous colonizing missionaries
learning creolizing compassion
of growing relevant to cultures
languages
indigenous to unwashed aliens
suffering the zealous impertinence
of selfishly empowered elites.

This, in turn,
reminded me of Trumpian impertinence
regarding health and safety defensive care
of a people,
a democratically inclusive nation,
but also,
in this time of growing climate pathologies,
a health-impassioned species

Interdependent with thousands of indigenous alien species,
all breathing air
just as fire ebbs and swells,
all drinking water
just as Earth’s skin absorbs
and impertinently dries out
burns out
plays out
compassion for human zealot impertinence
evaporated
like clean air
and pure and pertinent waters
of Earth’s primal baptism.

Impertinence is deaf and blind
and therefore zealously dumb
in abusive reaction against Earth’s relevant sacred health care voices
and creolizing intentions.

When Trumpians campaign and vote against ObamaCare
of pertinent compassion,
We are not bicamerally remembered,
heard
and felt
and supported
and well represented
by past legislating Democrats and Republicans
and all creolizing in between
who would not deny any creature
an Affordable HealthCare Act
should not be confused
with UnAffordable DeathSupporting Actions.

Including those most likely to suffer first
from lack of pure and pertinent drinking water
for people
and our interdependent plants,
and troubled by smoke and fires
zealously colonizing dried out compassions
for more bicameral creolic pertinence
in recent
better healthcare climates
wealthier past.

Wise and pertinent missionaries,
like all permacultural designers,
like all compassionate facilitators
of and for restoring therapeutic justice,
arrive on Earth’s frontier shores
of new adventures
in growing co-empathic love,

First to listen
and learn
indigenous health and climate care values and disvalues
already implanted
through Sacred MotherEarth’s
Green-Blue Voices

Speaking of what is least likely resonant
to violently and zealously forget
to see
and hear
and think
impertinence of rude Red
climates and internal landscapes

When surrounded still
by Earth’s creolizing Green-Blue chorus
of more quietly passioned living waters
and Restoring Peace Circles
regenerated near warming fires
under cold Advent FullMoon skies
pertinent with gracious light compassions.

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Octaves for Belonging

I studied liturgical theology in seminary.
Even so, I was struck by the simplicity
of Robin Wall Kimmerer’s First Nation observation,
“Ceremony
is a vehicle
for belonging–
to a family,
to a people,
and to a land.”

But,
what is necessary difference,
if any,
between ceremony and life,
between liturgy and loving words
and actions,
between medicine
and healing therapy?

Language
is a vehicle
for RightBrain sacred personal meaning
and LeftBrain exegetical purpose–
for co-arising ethology of Earth’s sacred creation
and ecology of evolving and revolving,
spiraling lands and oceans
speaking in plant through harvest voices,
then Advent silence in-between
this great secular-sacred nutritional cycle
and divide.

Language of four-dimensional RealTime Seasons
with sacred and secular co-arising dynamic Reasons,
cooperative purpose
for gift economies

Flowing back toward (0)Soul Prime Relational meaning
for bilateral revolutions
of exterior Yang winds
covering interior Yin co-bilateral evolutions
of Earth’s Sacred Baptismal Waters

Water minds
flowing
winding bodies.

Elder Sacred Right
speaks through ceremonies
of cooperative light,
ethology of Western Grace
and Eastern Karma,
co-arising Sacred Ecology
of polypathic love,
surpassing any creed,
language,
ceremony

Both (0)Sum Prime Relational Source
but also divinely sacred expanding love,
more perfectly cooperative Unions,
radical ecopolitical Welfare
of a species
within Earth’s Great BiCameral Tribes

Speaking sacred Right meaning
and secular Left purpose
of restoring co-redemptive global vocations,
ego- with eco-therapies,
meditative medications,
bilateral secular-sacred co-intelligent consciousness.

Some of this
goes a bit deeper and yet wider
than what I love most
about Ecological Liturgy Studies.
So,
consider our (0)Soul BiCameral Source,
breathing Yang meaning and purpose in and up,
exhaling Yin ceremony and therapy out and down

Left 4dimensional SpaceTime Special Case,
Right Sacred PolyPathic OtherWise.

 

Kimmerer quote from “Braiding Sweetgrass” p. 37.

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Families That Stay Together

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

Perhaps.
If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe’s Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth’s nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature’s regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,
together?

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don’t think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe’s baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light’s perfume of regenerative choice.

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February Winds

Sunday morning
time for sabbath sacraments.

He steps out into a gusty wind,
some fat splattering sweeps of raindrops
falling across his porch roof
on down through the roaring river valley,
forcing, then ebbing
storm of February wind with rain,
a wondrous primal pair,
he adores.

The birds have started liturgical dance
and songs of ritual and regeneration
without him.
Already flying up in quick dives of floating play
with speaking time,
singing back to Brother Wind
howling on his way.

Calling, chanting cantors, conjoining
swelling sacred song of anti-gravity
for co-arising blissful sweeps of sound,
karmic atmosphere swirling time-rich
sacred rites across his house-bound skin.

Sound of incense sweeps down his river,
north to south with warmer hopes and economic intentions,
reminding it was his time for political baptism.

She incanted from the bathtub
in short gusts of warm blast enculturation,
joining his internal gospel choir,
chirping her oppositional descant
challenging and prophesying and occupying
in full-voiced roar of need
as want
right now,
and seldom bothering a please,
much less a thanks
for caring as best he could
to hear her oppostional rhythms and patterns,
irritating flows of hard-blown breath
with attitude.

Storming and brewing
birds cheering rage in her brain
shouting at co-arising gravity
to blow another way
with her exegetical universe,
her way,
the only way
she can imagine
to function in a reverse and upside down
political world of unheard powerlessness
when inside
she can only find her loud-voiced demands
to turn life around,
spin this slippery wind of Earth
to blow in her right liturgical way.

Baptism completes this wind drenched requiem
of full-life as anti-death survival
to cooperate this week’s regenerate vocational intent
and ecopolitical practice.

She joins her dad
for one last look
through jaundiced eye
at drenching rain that could fly back
from whence it came
if only wiser timed to start this day.

Birds now pray their benedictions
quietly in wind-protected nests
while he listens to swollen postlude protest
against co-gravitating time,
uprooting old rooted systems
decayed for newer octave use
as compost fading into swaying trees
waving back to join upriver’s grace of windblown time,
and forth to rejoin downriver’s centering roots
through February’s purging Earth
decomposing dance.

He closes his door to time’s external grace
to watch a smile warmly cross her chronic face
like a gust of refreshing wind
through a rainy karmic life.

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