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My Black God

My Black God
is real as I could imagine
worrying about defective White People
vulnerable to skin cancer
and fading water-front real estate values
in His traumatic WhiteWashed Anthropocene.

My Black God
is strong as I could imagine
on my luckiest bipolar day
and lustiest bipartisan night.

My Black God
is Source and Soul
and, hopefully, humane
ReSource and RePurposing Spirit

(But, you know…
not necessarily always
business as usual Vanilla)

My Black God
celebrates sacred peak experiences
wherever these may be
nonviolently communioned
and found,
perhaps briefly bound,
with mutually informed consent
to insatiable surprises.

My Black God
holds no boundaries
to multicultural curiosity
about every co-passionate touch,
brown smell,
EarthMan tasty
randy thoughts
with age-appropriate visual stimulation,
simulations deep resounding
regeneratively physical
and mental wealth
of how Father’s Time flies
when having fecund fun
robustly resonant
overglowing
peak neurosystemic spasms,
rhythms,
punctuations,
postures,
positions
and cooperatively friendly repositions
climate and cultural adjustments
hoping for resilient regenerations

My Black God
of universally poignant
urgently cooperative physical health
aerobic exercise
verbal and not so much talking stretch
horizontal
and sometimes vertical dance
and compassionately cooperative care
not the least bit trauma giving
is also best climax receiving
sacred communion.

My Black God
follows this sacred Yang gift,
however briefly,
with holistically restored
unconditional warm regard
sacred sexual peace,
Informed and OutFlowing JustUs Justice
received and given,
driven toward

My Black God
of compassion’s AnthroScenic period
of ReStorative Justice
after a whole lotta
NonViolent Sacred,
sometimes flirtatious and sexy,
Communication.

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Therapeutic Performance

Talk therapy
among braver angels
and curious devilish advocates,

Evolves natural contemplative thoughts
felt sacredly neuro-systemic
reconnecting sensory consciousness
and mindful sexual experience
with worldviews recombining
Liberal Truth and Conserving Beauty
in co-empathic compassion

Nonviolently hopeful
win/win bicameral intelligence
exploring why

And healthy when

And safely now
remembering all those many public times
I have found relief from anxiety
and depression
and silent panic,
when performing sacred word
and sung gospel lyrics,
on a raised universal stage
of punishing judges,
angry blamers,
potential shamers,
angry jealous demonizers

Sitting naked
as any other mammal,
trying not to think about mating
or hunger abating
or thirst creating
transparent
and vulnerable needs
for effective
and safe
mindbody root communications.

Eastern and Western mystics
both multiculturally speak
and deeply listen
to internal causes of ego suffering
as clinging to past naked loser
embarrassing victimization
predicting inevitable failure
to win/win cooperatively thrive.

Not letting go
of our individual
autonomously
privately
shamefully wounded naked
and dependent child

Unable to grasp
through sufficient public health
and safely clothed
cared for experience

Unable to trust
love’s ultimately victorious possibilities
of win/win adult healthy
co-empathic
neuro-sensory peak experiences

Of joy,
contentment,
healthy peace,
nurturance,
fullness without gluttony,
abundance without naked insufficiency
felt as sustainable developmental progress

Of life synonymous with love
vulnerably enlightened
nakedly empowering
widely speaking
while deeply listening
for cooperative
inclusive
naked EarthTribe memories
polyculturally good-humored
as regeneratively accessible
embodied
micro-economies of tribally
co-invested thrival

Liberally free to love
in nakedly erotic summers
of sensory exotic anticipation

Conservatively free from hate
and terror
against closed
and clothed
covered winters
of hibernating
siloed dissociation

Feeling morbidly anxious
in win/lose capital hierarchical
political economies of scarcity,
shame,
humiliation,
loss and suffering,
death and disease
hidden under layers
of indecent respectability.

Naked EarthTribe mammals
notice a normally positive communicating
interdependently robust
multisensory species
not so LeftBrain foolishly confused
to distinguish between
transcendent radiant SunLight
and nurturing love of God’s healthcare,
voiceless
and most effective
when sleeping
and singing
and speaking nakedly.

Sometimes,
not often enough,
talking cooperative co-therapists
encourage our wounded naked child within
to let go
of idolizing LeftBrain capital value supremacy.

Life does not normally
neuro-systemically
unfold only from the neck up
and out
to other clothed-down
talking heads,
preferring to pretend
we did not all begin
as nakedly sexual-sensory Emperors
and Empresses
and sometimes transgenderally
and/or bicamerally,
in-between communionators.

Underneath our camouflage
of believing feelings,
positive and negative
and various degrees of in-between
naked hope
and silent despair,
should follow reason

We can still remember
root sensory truths
of feelings anticipating
LeftBrain dominant thoughts
contemplating severance,
dissociation,
Either/Or proper
prim challenges
to Both/And non-binaries,
Truth v Beauty
an alien cover-up
against multicultural
inter-religious
intersectional diversity

Where lives
our greatest peaks of joy
and valleys of nakedly wounded despair,
our intuitive resonance
and cognitively contemplated dissonance,
our resiliently divine
polypaths toward multi-regenerational
win/win potential

To sing out
and in,
widely
and deeply,
LeftBrain universally
and RightBrain unitarian
nakedly healthy integrity
appreciating fully developed talk therapy

Celebrating health
and safely sufficient EarthMothers
quietly amused
while silently singing
star spangled banners
invoking linear reasoned words
encircling RightBrain
naked
birthing
wet warm feelings

For all our world-staged leaders,
left and right
and nonbinary in-between,
naked as jaybirds
underneath all our cloth-closed
furs
and hair
and multiculturally wealthy skin.

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Healing BodyMinds

After Yang’s struggle
suffering
seismic seizures

Dawn’s Yin’s peace
restoration
expansion
without grasping
even life v death

Before Yang’s next struggle
suffering
seizure
battling ego’s timeless absence

Like Left hemisphere’s
embodied dominance,
shadow subject
of objective dreams

Then Right hemisphere’s energy prominence,
bilateral compassion;

Yang’s ego-natural body
reincarnating Yin’s primordial
eco-spirited mind

Where polynomial 1
seizes 0
to make polypathic 1,
and not not reproducing polyphonic 0,
and every revolving
spiraling
hypersuasive tipping point
in-between

HolyWinded Spirit’s Earthly journeys–
Wealthiest introspection
for healthiest extraspection;
atomic images
becoming shivered waves.

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Family Memory Daze

My family
remembered now
and in our projected
integral future,
in this eco-political body
of spirited
natural Earth,

Birthing
and dying,
regenerating
and degenerating,
easing
and diseasing,
healthy
and pathological,
good humored
and bad hearted,

Unconsciously contemplating,
co-template-recreating
cooperative memorable days
and deep matriotic nights.

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Waking Up Despair

Waking up to despair,
sadness,
bone-tired at war with a beeping alarm clock,
an alarming list of immediately urgent responsibilities
without an opportunity in sight,
or at least not this first despairing fright,
at end of night.

If this sounds familiar
as at least your normal Monday through Friday,
you probably need a better way toward bed
the night before.

Most likely, earlier.

But also,
even for many with mindfulness practices,
disciplines
with their own short and long-term rewards
for both natural and spiritual health,
remembering gratitude
is our interior face
of grace’s exterior face,
or karma’s exterior influences,
or love’s potential winners winning
full circle in theory,
yet too anemic during this dreaded alarm clock time.

If yours is solely a morning contemplative practice,
after you wave the kids off to school,
after the gym or the run,
after the personal hygiene,
it is already too late
to optimize your opportunity
to wake up with least claustrophobic despair
and most expansive hope
building toward faith
that this day just might be even better
than yesterday,
as utterly remarkable as yesterday appeared
as you were mindfully drifting off to sleep
perhaps even before greeting GrandMother Moon’s
new through full repeat performances.

She’ll be here all week,
visible and sometimes invisible,
guarding your restorative rights and responsibilities
toward regenerating tomorrow’s realistic gratitude
for renewed opportunities
to brush your teeth,
and greet each child and significant other,
to notice if these wake with a smile
toward this day,
or with a scowl
for lack of sleep
or a good dream interrupted,
and recognizing how this is two ways
of saying one important not yet thing
which can build toward despair,
and further lack of more therapeutic dreams.

It is an important personal and also political choice
to prepare for sleep
repairing for tomorrow’s grace
or in dread against our memories of grace’s lack,
apparent absence,
persistently stuck issues
too overwhelming to think or feel our way out of,
through,
beyond.

These are important items for evening contemplation too.
But, when I am making my lists,
I start with minuses,
drift off counting my appositional pluses.
They are both there
within us
if we can choose restorative faith
after our lights turn out.

In this sense
we can choose our karma,
our awareness of positive and negative grace.
Love’s tones of restorative therapy
and retributive punishment,
if not yet quite overwhelming gratitude,
also not awakening to further despair
from chronic days of self with other abuse and neglect.

I continue having a dream
that the night everyone in military-industrialized cultures
drifts off feeling graced with opportunities
to become and do every cooperative thing we can
to guarantee Earth’s future of healthy exterior climates,
that is the night before our first morning
arising together
without overwhelming internal competing despairs.

Faith that this restorative therapeutic day
could unfold no less grand
than this dream we shared
our polypathic
demilitarizing
dis-industrializing
less exhausting night before.

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Morning Gospel

I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
Interior Landscape prophesy
Occupy BeComing BeLoved COMMunity futures.

In this sacred space
we sing full RealTime ReSolutions
eco-therapeutic gospel by day
and dream this good-healthy news’ ReMix by night,
regenerating each dawn’s richly choired
polycultural anthem
climaxing just as SunGod
kisses EarthMother’s rich-soiled face
of graceful embrace for all Her Tribes.

I then love quiet endings
for this global namaste psalm,
when each eremetical ego
enters a private sacred school
deeply co-mentoring lessons,
as Ego proposes what we learned
from last night’s dreamy discern,
and Eco inductively disposes why we taught
contentiously dissonant stragglers
with a gentle karmic decompositional reminder,
We Must Overcome, Together,
preferably in four-harmonic therapy.

I love my not so solitary eco-morning Presence
breathing in Yang positive,
breathing out YinYin double-negatives,
appositional dipolarities,
reverse co-relational analogies,
positive polycultural love
as not not negative angry-fear of monocultural hate,
singing co-passionate diaprax-raves
in regenerative 4/4-timed octaves
smooth as brown-skinned silk.

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Watching

Noticing each moment,

I feel watched.

Immersed in creation’s coincidental sea,

I hope to hear our past

folding back to inform a thought,

a memory,

a smile.

 

I become benign parasitic prey

of watchers’ redeeming faith.

Their grace absorbs

through warm karma skin

to warmer incarnate guts of hot synergy.

 

These are graced Elders,

watching predictably in my direction

only when I remember to notice them

waving, oscillating, spinning in and through me;

informing my inner space and flow,

settling Earthly tenacious infrastructure.

 

Elixir of breath,

breathing watchers in;

breathing watched insides out.

 

If I notice them

then I am gratefully watched.

When I am grateful for their diastolic prehension

then I graceful watch

together,

forever.

 

We are one event,

become one verb…

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