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Leisurely Pleasures

Leisure:
Like retirement,
a feeling
achieved through patient paths
of health
and safety.

Pleasure:
A similar feeling
achieved through polypaths
of healthiest wealth
and risky win/win opportunities,
more actively curious
than passively patient.

Resiliently resonant,
leisurely pleasured
sensory awareness
we can no more be
with the same person,
in the same place,
at the same time, twice
Than we can re-enter
the same river twice.

Baptismal pleasure
is less about one time immersion
than full time rapture.

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Winter’s Writing Choices

Approaching winter…

OK, maybe encroaching mid-winter
of life’s seasonal span
with resonantly compelling grace,
perhaps even transparent vulnerability,
feels controversial,
too laissez-faire

Too much courage
in declaring preliminary success
with too little curiosity
about what happens next
on planet Earth

Continuing to revolve all four seasons
dynamics
holistic lenses.

I recall the poet’s admonition
to not go quietly
into this winterish
cold night.

Life’s final reflective opportunity
does not invite quiet
so much as impassioned peace
of a windless snowfall
blanketing all I can see
and more faintly hear,
touch and awkwardly feel,
smell and bittersweetly taste
unsafe passage.

I recently moved from autumn habitat,
a creative tension between summer’s midlife climax
and this new winter habit
above Connecticut’s exquisite Salmon River.

This is a compromised writer’s winter hermitage
shared with my son who cannot speak
but can roar,
who cannot walk by himself
but can scoot
and belly laugh at his own internal sensations
and my external sensational sounds.

And, following Daquan
from my fall habitat
to winter’s eremetical search for peace,
however coldly displaced,
with social
and political
and spiritual
and natural distancing,

Behind Daquan
are daily in-home nurses
and his most avid companion,
my romantically distanced husband.

He comes bearing gifts
of clothes,
cleaning supplies,
far too much meaty food
for a proper hermitage
and not enough
for sufficient redemption
and for self-forgiveness.

He comes unaware of my ecofeminist wintering spirit,
longing for Earth’s warm womb justice
restoring peace
resilient through all four seasons
of present
past
and future Earth lives.

My ecofeminist lineage
feels too white to him,
not a journey for him
and our two brown sons
and my brown and cerebral palsied daughter
and Daquan.

So, this writer’s winter hermitage
remains newly compromised by past fall
and summer
and even spring
of extended multicultural family life.

May it always be so
or no,
I’m not sure which to pray for
or against
as I quietly write
into this warm and peaceful night,
just right,
not too dim or bright.

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Positive Directions

If you have some negative judgment
aimed directly at me, and only me,
I prefer,
in fact require,
expect,
demand you verbally
and directly confront me
with that distancing blame,
assaulting my ignorance
and failures of compassion,
too active dispassion,
furthering Earth’s emerging win/lose dissonance,
violence,
toxic climates
and egocentric narcissism;

Or, informed more fully by nonviolent communication

I am feeling sad,
disappointed in our relationship,
shut down,
angry
because I want our mutual compassion,
my vulnerability to you,
and yours to me,
our cooperatively-held trust,
to invite your directly communicated curiosity,
your hypothetical questions,
your transparency
honesty
integrity
when you observe some message from me
that feels like it carries negative energy,
lack of compassion,
too assertive
past a tipping point of aggression,
a potential trigger for past win/lose stress,
traumatic experience,
miseries of unfortunate events,
dissociation,
cognitive/affective dissonance,
the momentary despair
of not being fully listened to
with compassionate appreciation,
as we each deserve
within this interdependent web
of win/win polypathic
polyphonic
polyculturing
ego/eco-political life.

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Sunshine and Hurricanes

Paradise:
Where healthcare receiving
is always as invited
as warm yellow sunshine
after a dark blue hurricane,

Where wealthcare giving
always begins with cooperative invitation
into vulnerable unshaded curiosity,
transparent courage
radiantly shared,

Where our traumas
remain critical exceptions
that prove Earth’s positive energy
democratic health/wealth bicameral rule,

When GoldenRule wealth
of co-passions felt
and personally/politically known
are as common as safe breath restoration
sufficiently resonant from LeftBrain calming Here
through proficiently synergetic gratitude
for RightBrain’s timeless Now

When healthcare receiving
is always as invited
as warm yellow sunshine
after a dark blue hurricane.

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RearView Mirror

Why does a powerful moment of passion,
of inspiration
often feel like need for immediate ego-expiration,
harvesting over-filled compassion?

Why a need to breathe in
followed by back out exhalation
to share, virally spread
a tool for relationship-building
through impassioned out-pathic communication?

Why does a moment of life lived fully,
ecologically co-relational,
often feel accompanied by an ego-death copay?
Theologically disconnected,
released,
lost,
yet ecologically reconnecting
repurposing regenerations.

Why does quality of mortal health
come at quantitative cost
of immortal self-sacrifice?

Why does faith
lived fully in multiculturing community
often derive from win/lose fragmented loss
of over-powering theological confluence,

Why does
stagnant tolerance substitute for dynamic peace,
win/lose patience for win/win well-being,

Why do monotheistic aspirations replace catholic global consciousness,
and why does eternal damnation overcome timeless compassion?

Why does climate health
often feel like a reborn end
to global win/lose climates
of pathology?
Internal yin as external yang
right mind as co-present left brain
ecofeminist as non-patriarchal experience
green integrity as immortal red strength’s potential
resonance as harmonic
interdependently polyphonic as universally polypathic
past eulogy as promised future integrity?

Why mortality
of secularized, segregated ego
rather than immortality
of EarthTribe’s sacred trans-regenerations?

Why spatial polypathic quantities, degenerating
rather than
temporal polyphonic qualities, regenerating?

Why left brain either/or dominant
rather than
right mind both/and prominent
yang yintegrity?

Why zeroism’s empty future information
rather than zeroistic fully inspired past exformation?

Why depressive ego-dying
rather than impressive eco-living?

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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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