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CoHabitating Peace

A sustained mystery for more long-term resilient cohabitation
is how to exchange high tolerance for ambiguity,
with, and not for, active curiosity about both/and ambiguity,
vulnerable dipolarity both/anding transparent bipolarity,
merging win/lose stuckness
in our emerging collective illusion
of ego-identity’s fundamental
sacred
monocultural autonomy

Autonomy of identity
as if both necessary and sufficient
before humane/divine multicultural interdependence
could grow more robustly possible,

Rather than this Other historical way around
healthy yinterdependent yindivid-yangation
prior to egalitarian sacred identity
actually co-passioning
healthy dualistic potentiality,

While still in EarthMother’s
ego/ecofeminist sanctuary
of integrity,
secular/sacred co-passioning Womb.

A more sustained mystery of more long-term resilient cohabitation
is exchanging high tolerance for ambiguity,
with, and not for, active curiosity about co-acclimating
trans-regenerations of nurturing timelessness.

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UnHoly Punishments

“God punishes us for what we can’t imagine.”
Stephen King

What we can’t imagine
is what we won’t imagine
for lack of polypathic priority,
for too much fullness of rotting exegetical Promise.

What I won’t imagine
becomes what I would never choose to invest in,
to nurture,
both filled with fear
of self-emptying prophecy
and overflowing with love
for Earth’s fulfilling potentiality;
robust
resilient with or without us
regenerate
opposite of delineating pathology
through superego’s anthro-absence.

We evolve healthy wealth becomings
truncated by static nonverbal then verbal …isms,
unimaginably ebbing and flowing
what we have not yet hypostatically imagined dynamic,
ergodically patterned,
bionically rhythmed
creolically rocked
and matriarchal understory schism-rolled
rewards of and for Earth’s echo imagining bicamerality,
sacred nondual ecology.

God’s punishment
is for what we won’t imagine,
multiculturally polypathic together.

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Curiosity Feeds the Cat

Where my love goes
mystery cannot fade.

Yet my curiosity can wilt without your active support,
contagious nourishment,
never-ending flames of wonder
that this love could persist.

How could we possibly not share our lives,
mutually disinvest from mystery
that will not fade dampened?

Yet without active curiosity
mystery fades hoplesse to know more,
even though love’s thirst for internal history
and self-creation stories
becomes too easily quenched
by cooperative post-climatic adjustments,
aging continental planets
earth-quaking our chronically mutual mysteries.

Where my love goes
your history could not fade ,
yet dark fading curiosity of aging eyes and ears
and minds
can blend well-deserved contentment
feeding flame’s remorseless desire to continue this mystery
of love’s deep and blissful curiosity.

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