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Majestic Magic

Magic evaporates with comprehension
yet mystery and majesty and myth
deepen and widen with understanding
how where we came from
is also why we return.

Pathology and suffering diffuse with ego’s eco-consciousness
and miracles erupt through standing under
where Earth’s now time comes forth
imagining our healthiest return.

Magic transubstantiates patriarchal articulations
yet mythic mysteries mesmerize
matriarchal comprehensions.

Regenerating sacred loves
decompose well-wombed lives.

New ecopolitical regenerations
reborn through transuterine eliminations.

Born into light
to bright
for sight
then night
invites Spring Lights
for Summer’s nutritional diastatic Bright
of Harvest Healthy Sight,
retiring Winter’s long cold Nights
of dream-wombed comprehension,
mourning for morning springs of light.

Magic absorbs patriarchal fascinations
yet sacred Earth’s misty myths eliminate
lack of ego’s eco-comprehensions,
absence of magically pricked pretensions.

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Beloved Sacred Communities

Prisons fester further desecrating guilt by association
as churches
and synagogues
and temples
and mosques
foster sacred innocence through re-association,
communion of the wanna-be saints
and Bodhisattva suffering warriors
for EarthRights Peace and Justice.

When our faith communities
feel like monoculturing monotheistic prisons
of fundamentalism,
then our non-elite prisons
begin to sound more like gospel protests
against further guilt containment
through hypocritical disassociation
with the great unwashed sinners
and economic cheaters,
and politically competing liars,
and lack of polypathic lovers.

Ecology is about oikos,
home,
habitats of and for progress
noticed in two appositional directions;
progressive enrichment of nature-spirit systems
and regressive decomposition,
loss,
guilt,
failure,
heading toward death unless balance can be restored
to help our systems
become more cooperatively resilient,
from prison through cathedral
through capitols of nation-state investments.

If decomposing guilt
can grow through imprisoned associations
then no ecological surprise
that regenerative innocence of Bodhisattva Saints
can grow through polypathic
polyphonic
polycultural
poli-economically balancing
positive nature-spirit good faith communities.

If we removed more not-funda mentalistic bad faith
from GoodNews communities,
then perhaps we would become clearer
about how we each and all live love between guilt
and innocence,
associated with fellow prisoners
and hardy integrity of mutual trust investors.

Prophets of prison habitats
as our own defensive nation-states
grow in violence
and enslaving racism
and addictive sexism
are tragic comedians,
self-fulfilling and perpetuating
hate and fear futurists
predicting necessary further bad descending climates
of evil ecopolitical faith
and further Business As MightMakesRight Usual
guilt by disassociation from ecological wisdom.

Mentors of good faith communities,
polypathic and polycultural health outcome predictors,
investors,
are, sadly,
about as likely to be found on death row
as in the back row of kneelers and prayer rugs.

Our loss of faith in a resilient nature-spirit future
is also our gain in bad faith resolves
to continue disassociating
from impending climates of violence
and supremacist nationalistic racism
and monoculturing sexism

Imprisoning separations
inviting regenerativity of GoodNews,
sacred ecological reweavings
re-integrations

Suffering and guilt and grief
inviting healing of cooperative ecotherapies
from death row to front pew,
EarthTribe patriotic health
of good faith solidarity.

An anti-ecological denialist notion of systemic ego-identity
derives from over-active disassociations
from our native nature-spirit imprisoning wombs
inviting rebirth
into Left with Right
Ego with EcoConsciousness
of prisons opening revolving doors toward good faith
and fundamentalism’s bad faith closed doors
against EarthTribe PolyPathic Solidarity.

To be present to our own imprisoning pain
is to grow toward communities of habitual polyculturing outcomes,
cooperative economic investment
in political solidarity,
mutual trust among all Sacred EarthTribes,
living in profoundly sacred animated forests
and oceans
and deserts
and full through new moon stardust skies.

Beloved EcoPolitical Communities,
where half sacred cooperatives Yang-full
also see and hear and feel
notnot half degenerating Yin-emptying
flow of nondual co-arising
double-binding WinWin
wu-wei
Tipping Points toward TaoTime.

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Golden Year Wishes

Darling,
I should like to do something more helpful
about this continuing feminization,
marginalization,
disparagement of full integrative value
for cooperatively-owned and managed
ecopolitical corporations,
incorporations
bio- and eco-systems.

Good idea, love.
How do you think,
or feel,
or whatever you intuitively do,
this competitive infestation
of patriarchal dominance
began?

I always assumed
this was a virginal matriarchal womb
creation story
of cooperative Paradise Lost for lack of
reforesting health and climate care receiving and giving,
governance,
a rich creolic permacultural collusion
between matriarchal GrandMother Moon nature
and patriarchal SunGod OnFire spirit.

Maybe it’s just LeftBrain dominant me,
but that way of seeing cultural evolutions and revolutions
seems more of a hot mess
than a rational explanation
of nature-spirit nondualisms,
co-arising.

Hey,
that’s what I’m talking about!
RightBrain matriarchal cooperators
have been nurturing polycultural bio-
and eco-systems
while LeftBrain Patriarchs
compete to get their swords and tongues,
and any other appendages and/or digits they have,
in edgewise
for self-aggrandizing WinLose evolutions,
which matriarchs see as missed opportunities
for fueling cooperative revolutions
of co-arising ownership,
nondual self with other management,
domestic and global WinWin administrations
principles for polyculturing
polypathic healthy wealth outcomes.

Wow.
So now the ecofeminist matriarchal WinWin cooperatives
are taking back Mother Earth?

No. Not at all.
We never sold Her to you WinLose patriarchs
to dominantly start with,
part with
from earliest not-so-virginal,
yet creolic acclimating cooperative, wombs
of Gaian emergent matriarchal Principles
and procedures
and policies
for Golden Rules of ReGenerativity
and mythic Golden Ratios
of well-seasoned,
ripe polypathic proportion,
highest and best interdependent re-investments.

Well,
if us Patriarchs wanted to make a belated competitive offer,
how much would you Matriarchs think She might be worth?
Keeping in mind waste-stream depreciation trends
accelerating as we continue reiterating
in not quite empathetic circles
and marching against square and static root systems.

If you have to ask,
you don’t have enough spiral-crystal bling,
not even for Yang’s optimally cooperative fair share.

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ZeroZen CoOperators

Mother Yin nurtures a domestic economy
which retains indigenous becoming within nature-spirit
nondual places

Yin,
a concaving womb
for as long as Earth’s collective memory
of light and dualdark
may recall.

Patriarch Yang’s convexly vertical strengths of hunting,
colonizing,
commodifying
segregating quantitatively deduced values,
are not a priori possible
without primacy
of nondual co-arising
bilaterally horizontal horizons
of yin’s dawn with dusk
dualdark matriarchal sacred MoonTimes.

0-Soul
WinWin
in each here and now moment
of living and dying
with focusing bicameral balance
on matriarchy’s polyculturing outcomes
easing patriarchy’s recent past
of monocultural ego-over-investments,
turning now toward cooperative re-investments in Mother Earth
from which human nature
RNA-derived
to DNA thrive.

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Ms. Liska

When I was a FreshPerson in a new higher school,
our English Literature class was delighted
to meet a new to our rural area Ms. Liska,
who was a beautiful teacher
both outside
and in,
and so we all loved her,
and knew she loved us as well,
although sometimes not happy with one or another
due to smart-ass behavior.

One day,
for reasons we could not imagine at the time,
nor would I remember in this rhyme
of metaphysical reasons for living
and dying,
Ms. Liska
asked if any of us had heard of Marcus Aurelius.

Whom I happened to be reading at the time.
So I was, as I recall,
surprised to see only my hand up
because I had probably just volunteered
to display my FreshPerson ignorance.

She did in fact go there
and ask just whom I thought Aurelius was,
which seemed to me
to be
a Roman Emperor
who was also a published Stoic philosopher.

And so it seemed to Ms. Liska as well
so why not dig the Stoic grinding ax some deeper?
And what is Stoicism?

Now definitions
are not my strength,
I’m more of a delineating guy.
So I thought a Roman Stoic
might be like a British Churchill,
keeping a stiff upper lip
having looked at all our deadly facts
and blundering on anyway
with this mysterious life of stoicism.

Of course Ms. Liska
would not allow stoicism to rear its obstinate head
within its own stubborn definition
so she kindly invited me to try again,
not because I was wrong,
she quickly added,
but because I could become even more right.

Marcus Aurelius reminds us
if life is indeed a bed of roses
then we should expect some deadly thorns
along life’s thunderous way.

He invites us to embrace our birthday
by remembering
this celebration is paid back
with an ultimate death day,
as what grows up must also fade down
and back.
It’s a package deal.
Accepting this package as gift
in its life and death polarities
is a stoic thing to do,
and a delusional thing
not to do,
a Greek act of hubris;
not very Roman patriotic,
not stoically realistic.

Ms. Liska found this better
than my stoic thorns
along life’s bed of dying roses way.
But,
then we skipped along to something else
and I never did have my time
to ask her what she thought
about similarities and differences
between who has authority to induce life
and whom might, then,
find responsibility for deducting my life,
any life,
humanely compassionate
or more stoically otherwise,
like a hungry Roman Emperor
or voracious bear.

For it seemed to me
quite transparently true
that in accepting my right to live
and do the best I could
to stoically tolerate
everybody else’s own acceptance of their right to live
and do the stoic best we can
with life’s inevitable ups and downs,
then we must agree with our inherited justice system,
and to live within a just war view of stoic death
is also an unjustified view of my authority to live responsibly.

I was no more authoritative
and remain no less responsible
for causing my own stoic life to begin
than to end my own life,
much less anyone else’s,
or to delegate authority
to some tired State
to do this for me.

I think Marcus Aurelius
was more stoically comfortable
with society’s right
to invite
each person who has taken a life
to become responsible enough
to consider choosing their own death
within a wider ecological context
of restorative justice.

But, just, fair, equitable restoration of a life
irresponsibly taken
does not in any way,
not even a stoic way,
suggest society’s collective right
to irresponsibly take yet another life
now lived across a threshold
of authority
beyond which we cannot responsibly live
cooperatively together.

In choosing to kill,
in choosing to sanction acts of deadly violence,
in choosing to maim and harm,
in choosing deadly and imprisoning revenge,
we stoically choose our own death day
with no more or less authority and responsibility
than for our own birthday,
and each day that follows
between life’s roses
and deadly shaming blaming thorns,
between integrity
and separations
devoid of restorative justice opportunity,
further WinWins
for each and all EarthTribe.

It is difficult to teach how to stoically fall on one’s own responsible sword
when raised in a military-industriously violent society
determined to competitively invest millions of dollars
in deadening revenge
rather than enlivening sacred invitations
to more stoic restorative justice,
celebrating life feeds life birthdays
and eulogizing death breeds death days
lost in mythic pasts
when we first sacrificed virgin children
to a drought-inducing
Vengeance is Mine
SunGod,
even before Holy Roman Empires.

Justice as revenge
assumes our competitive choices
are between brands of death,
while restorative justice,
more stoically balanced,
presumes if we did not first, more primally,
have cooperative choices between brands of life,
then branding and marketing justified death
would remain an ecological and historical moot point
of LoseLose vengeful nihilism.

And so I continued in my smart-ass ways,
wondering what Ms. Liska would think
about balancing our right to life
with fight against condoning death
except where stoically chosen.

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Restoring Earth Justice

Permacultural project proposals,
for those who live where forests once prevailed,
could become sacred reforesting projects
employing secular eco-political democratic development
principles and procedures and Honorable Harvest policies
inclusive of Sacred MotherTrees.

Who: Maybe your local interfaith cooperative network.

When: Ongoing,
permaculturally developed with design standards
for polycultural health-trend outcome optimization,
WealthAbundance, SecularLeft (0)Soul NurturanceRight,
SacredElder HealthyWealth

Where: Mother Earth
within Milky MidWay Universe,
Open (0)-Core BiLateral Systemic
roots of TaoTime’s expansion/contraction.

Why: To rebuild to original polyculturing Mother EarthTribe
double-winged temporal boundaries,
appositional dipolar
and co-arising
4D RealTime
bilaterally ana-eco-logical
(0)Sum WinWin BiNomial Balance.

How: Beginning with those constituencies with most to lose,
which is usually those who have lost most everything already
LeftBrain dominantly valued:
prisoners
parolees
sex offenders
AA-NA steppers
homeless marchers
addicted sleepers
and start expanding what brings daily small transitional happiness
to therapeutically key normal nutritional events
as opportunities toward health.

What might still motivate disenfranchised brothers and sisters
and extending matriarchal-patriarchal cousins
to sing
or dance
or beat a drum
or write
or simply tell our stories
of what we have learned so far?
About internal climates of health
and exterior landscapes of fear and anger,
dualdark shamed and blamed mismanagement,
where love and trust and cooperative multicultural strengths
would more honorably prevail
integrity instead.

Let’s not fear,
those who gather here
on this Earth
in this time,
to keep in touch with how we’re growing,
and where we remain stuck,
through positive and supportive-but-not-so-much-please
Therapeutic Comments
along our cooperative polypaths,
on-line
and off,
here now
with past regenerators paid forward
and vulnerable future generations
increasingly challenged to find
descending WinWin options,
economic-Left and ecologically healthy-Right
sacred restorative Earth justice.

A difference between daily through seasonal secular ritual
and diurnal regenerative sacred liturgy
is beauty,
harmony,
integrity;
these three as one,
both secularLeft and sacredRight.

Permacultural project proposals,
for those who live where forests once prevailed,
could become sacred reforesting projects
inclusive of Sacred MotherTree Networks,
WorldWithoutWalls Webs.

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Nightingales and Whippoorwills

An accident of history,
a coincidence,
I wonder,
EurAsia’s Nightingale
sings toward newborn dawns of life
hope
faith,
while New Western Hemisphere’s Eastern Whippoorwill
sends a darker through SouthWestern chill
warning of dualdark’s bodily demise.

These two,
Nightingales with transatlantic Whippoorwills
continue singing through our outdoor dreams
of nights
FullMoon Nightingales of EurAsian love
and NewMoon Whippoorwills
warning of impending loss,
climates of emerging,
co-gravitating pathology,
descent
waving toward Nightingale repressions,
reweaving nocturnal memories
of happyYang Opportunity within sadYin PromisedThreat.

An accident of history,
a coincidence,
this confusion of colonialism’s economic hubris
with anthro-elitism’s Whippoorwills
warning shared political LoseLose demise.

Nightingales heard LeftBrain dominant
echoing NewMoon Whippoorwills sung RightBrain
sacred
ecological
matriarchal concave womb,
nurturing dualdark mythic warnings
flying through troubling climatic dreams,
like distant rolling thunder
coming toward a capitol investment
near Earth’s groundnest,
GoodNews Nightingales
with BadFeeling Climates
revolving bright and dualdark
GrandMother Moon
sung in Whippoorwills.

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The Song and Dance Application

I’d like to apply for a permit
for a protest march
on the Washington Mall.

Lovely idea.
But, we’re only issuing Mall permits
for Song and Dance Events.

I think this might be a violation of my Rights
to Free Speech.

I see it more as a patriotic protection of your health care rights
for Free Song and Dance Improvement
instead.

So we can sing ballads
to Adolf Hitler
and Royal Elitist Head MucketyMucks
of the Only White Lives MightMatter Makes RightWing KKK,
we just can’t say them.

That’s right.
And you get extra points for at least four-part harmony
and full orchestration,
and professional choreography,
and community participation
regardless of age, gender, race, religion, etc.

Well, that feels a little prejudiced
and elitist.

How so?

What if you can’t afford a choreographer,
much less an entire orchestra.

Then your budget narrative will note
your capacity to sing and dance is contingent
on receiving sufficient community volunteers
for your harmonic protest Event.

This Event
begins to resound
with echoes of a Happening.

Only if you are a TransMillennial.

No, I’m a RightWing reaction against anything Trans,
or Poly
or Multi.

Sorry, sir.
TransMillennials are those born prior to 2000
and who remain planning to die
in this current PostMillennial Event.
I’m merely saying
you appear to be older than 17,
which you would need to be
to apply to sponsor a Mall Song and Dance Event.

Well, is there an application fee?

No.
There is, however, a sliding-fee-scale permit fee,
should your application ever have a chance of being successful.
But I have to tell you,
these Washington Mall slots are very competitive,
especially if you want something more than an hour,
and not in the middle of the night.
Then your only real competition
are the other vampire and costume clubs
and the witches covens,
depending on the lunar cycle.
I mean,
you can forget about any FullMoon
or NewMoon
or Equinox
within the next decade.

Wow!
I was just trying to put together
a nice old fashioned good ol’ boys
AltRight
armed to the teeth
militia march
while chanting a few really offensive fascist slogans.

Well, funny thing,
it was just that kind of protest march
that led all these churches
and synagogues
and Eastern temples
and even the StoryTellers group from the mosques
sponsoring these FlashMob Events.

When I was checking out the Mall
to see where to put the stage,
suddenly all these people I thought were tourists
and just pedestrians
and all the people in the cars and buses going by,
and the frisbee players,
and even some of the dogs,
all froze in place for a moment,
then began dancing,
then singing that annoying We Shall Overcome gospel anthem,
like I had just walked onto a movie set.
Although no lights and big cameras.

Yes.
Today’s Event received extra points
for community participation.
The District of Columbia FlashMob Combined Gospel Choir
joined up with the local street dancers and choreographers,
and the drummers,
of various cultural backgrounds,
and usually books the Mall on weekends for full two day events.
Most of the time
they practice harmonies and choreography,
and encourage people gathering to watch
to join in,
whether they can stay until the final run through of the day,
or not,
when cameras are digitally ubiquitous.
In fact,
often cell phones are part of the dance,
for lights and multiple viewing perspectives on social media sites.

Then they do a final run through about four or five PM,
then everybody goes home
or maybe they’ll have a picnic
if the band or orchestra or drummers
can stay into the evening.
They might even have an open stage night
for singers and dancers
and those Creation StoryTellers
from the mosques.

I’m having trouble seeing our RightWing message
in this Song and Dance frame.

There are less competitive venues
but most state capitols
are seeing this same cooperative community response
to these all day multicultural NonFlash Mobbing Events.
It’s sort of like America’s Got Talent
went RealTime coast to coast
in a capitol, or even a County Seat, near you.

Well, I need a permit for a counter-protest.

You will need to include your song and dance plan
and budget with your application,
and your plan has to be coordinated with any group already issued a permit
for the Mall
on the day
and time
you propose to counter.

Would that look like some kind of large-set talent contest?

It could.
But, when the District Multicultural Choir
and Drummers
and Street Performers
and Orchestra
respond to your challenge,
just know they usually turn out
somewhere up toward two million singers and dancers,
and it would be more
if we had the space and toilets.

Last year they accepted a challenge
from a national supremacist group ironically named
the RightWing Goliaths.
That was a big national media Song and Dance Event
in which the Goliaths moved and sounded…
well…
not very cooperative
seemed to be the national patriotic consensus,
while the District MultiCultural Singers and Dancers
were totally awesome!
In fact,
by the end of the Goliath’s first song,
the MultiCulturals were adding in their four-part LaLaLa’s
and OoohOoohOooh’s,
then the African Drummers joined in
so the RightWing message was out-scaled
into an awkward hiccuping sound
very much in the background,
and I’m being generous.

Anyway, application forms are on-line.
You’ll find our cooperative community inclusion guidelines,
budget requirements,
and forms you can use to invite community volunteers to join in.
Family friendly plans also receive extra points
so you might want to leave your firearms
and reckless drivers at home.

This still feels like a violation of my Right
to be a White Supremacist
or even just a somewhat paranoid Hater
and shout about my embarrassingly personal issues in public.

As long as you can sing and dance your message
you are welcome to apply for a Permit.
I’m merely letting you know
we have far more applications
than space and time already.
So this revision in our postmillennial permitting process
protects my right not to hear your monocultural pedestrian chanting
and strutting of RightWing racist
and sexist bullshit,
because all I can ever hear
is that District MultiCultural Choir
and their Dancing and Drumming Allies
singing more ProAmerica
and ProEarth
GoodNews gospel Events.

It’s a tough job,
but somebody has to be the permit-issuer,
and decide which messages deserve extra points
for harmony
and choreography
and family friendly love
through each and every venue
of NonFlash Mobbing
with positive WinWin cooperative
song and dance intent.

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Dystopic Opiates

Paraphrasing Dickens
speaking of Great Expectations
through Pip’s distraining voice,
Our worst religious weaknesses
and political meannesses
and self and other deprivations
are usually committed
for the sake of avoiding elitist people
whom we most actively distrust.

On the other hand,
trust invites vulnerability
as distraining poverty embraces wealth,
honesty,
integrity,
expanding democracy
and cooperative co-investment.

Oppressive religious and cultural repressions and suppressions
are opiates of multiculturing people
When monoculturing elitists
offer religious opiate addictions to domesticating ritual
thereby over-ruling democratic spiritual experience
of daily natural and cooperative liturgies.

Polycultural non-elites,
like young organic gardeners of polyphonics
and ecofeminist transgendering designers,
thrive best within an alliance
of the gentle and broken,
vulnerable and open
to new cooperative intimacies,
gentrifying neighborhoods and families
and hearts
designed by rural-memory values
for nutrition that also nurtures,
health that also wealths,
climates embracing edible and richly colored landscapes,
mindshapes
of and for regenerating
future generations
of and for polycultural cooperative EliteNetworks,
neither opiated
nor nervously nirvanaed nellies
nor disappointed
that WinLose investment
didn’t turn out
as WinWin actively hoped for
through EcoPolitical Constitutions
reborn in and through each matriarchal ego/eco-doublebound
organic governing womb,
probably not so Dystopically Opiated,
at least in our moments of original cooperative conception.

Or, we could end less simply Dickens,
with Great Expectations for avoiding:
Our worst religious weaknesses
and political meannesses
and self and other deprivations,
usually committed
for the sake of avoiding elitist people
(and other divine personages,
distraining gods and goddesses)
whom we most actively,
LeftBrain dominantly,
distrust.

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Dorm Love

Ours was daily mysterious,
sometimes near mystical,
rapture;
a sensual yet platonic
dorm-mate love affair,
within the only male grad student corridor
at SFSU.

He was the presumably straight Vietnam veteran
southern white good ol’ boy,
athletically studying Japanese,
with a gentle passion for young Japanese women.

Did his all things Japanese culture love
precede his Vietnam War experience,
or was this a response to West-East violence,
inviting vulnerability and compassion?
Embracing romantic remorse
and male responsibility for technology’s aggressive habits,
but,
regardless,
knowing constant passion for peace.
I don’t recall ever asking which came first.

I do recall his first words.

“Hi. Delighted to meet you,”
in a Louisiana-slash-MilitaryOfficerSchool
creolic mashed-up engaging smile
up across and through his raised blond eyebrows,
guileless,
or ruthlessly contrived,
“Ensign Jake Ruford,
Eastern Language student.”

Hi.
just Jerry,
gay epistemology student,
wondering why we are roommates
when I specifically said
“Anyone not homophobic.”
You would think Student Residential Services
at San Francisco State
would know what the word means.
Including probably not a straight Louisiana
military officer
even if he is Navy.

As he turned back toward his desk,
where he had been reading something that looked like a textbook
in an encyclopedic hard-bound scale
of inscrutability,
“Do you agree human nature
must have evolved from a bottom moral line
of eat or become stew?”

It seems we have this old reptilian thing
about eating our young and vulnerable under duress,
overpopulation or starvation
of a struggling to hunt and gather species,
especially before we figured out the matriarchal gathering part.

“I want to come back to those matriarchal parts later.
But why, do you think,
do we continue to see Golden Rule cooperativity,
WinWin strategies,
as contrasted favorably to WinLose
sacred MightMakesRight Traditions
of
Always eat others before they eat you?”

I don’t think WinLose,
much less LoseLose,
Eat first and fast,
because we all fall prey to death
in our not quite foreseeable future,
is authoritatively sacred,
or exegetically scriptural,
or fundamentalistically spiritual,
nor even evangelically Christian,
which was supposed to be about Good News
of a God defined most ecologically,
and satisfyingly,
as love and beauty
and polycultural Eden’s Original Creator.

“So you would give divine grace credit
for why we beg for multicultural Golden Rule self-governance
through WinWin inter-relationships,
rather than continue eating our young?”

No,
I think premeditated organized violence
through conscripting young adults
is how we continue eating our young.
I give God credit for non-patriarchal Golden Rules,
which do not include mutual assured violence,
nor Better Ballistics Bureaus.

But, I give the Sacred Gaia Hypothesis
and matriarchal creation stories and parables and paradigms
credit for existing
and any future
and most, if not all, past WinWin abundant inter-relationships,
rather than Mother Earth
eating Her DNA regenerative
Left and Right BiLaterally Balanced CoIntelligence,
synonymous with EcoLogical,
and oxymoronic as Military WinWin Intelligence.

“Left and Right,
like Yang and Yin.
Which is kind of the opposite
of LeftBrain dominant ideas like
Maybe it’s OK for hungry single Moms
to sell their children into slavery
to invest in better dying
through chemistry.”

Yes, and other xenophobic behaviors,
paranoias like homophobia
and patriarchal “just war” theories.

“How do you feel about Japanese ladies?”

Hopefully about the same way you feel about radically dipolar gay gentlemen
at the beginning of an AIDS epidemic.

“That’s an interesting, but dark, analogy.
Are you coffee or tea?”

I don’t think I intended an analogy.
Perhaps more of a eulogy
for continuing relationship
with much of anyone ever in risky futures.

Coffee.
If I have any idea where this inquisition came from
or might be heading.

“Oh, that’s good.
See, we already have something in common.”

Something.
Yes.

And so we went on from that first moment,
as if resuming where we had just left off,
or last eaten,
with an Ensign I had never hoped to meet,
much less eat,
and would never wish to know a last farewell.

Two travelers
along love’s mysterious,
sometimes mystically ambiguous
journey,
soldiering on.

Better thriving together,
than surviving inscrutable textbooks
apart.

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