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Somewhere Sometime Somehow

Most of life plays out somewhere
somehow
sometime
in-between resplendent deification of MotherEarth
and rabid defiance of EarthMother
wisdom

Is a peculiarly Republican challenge,
confusing unchanging
uniform
divinely dogmatically inspired
Tradition

As if such Tradition were against
healing
unitarian economic political flow
of Earth-conserving sacred grace
slow-growing
co-invested capital resources.

In this confusion,
sometimes
somehow
somewhere
lies an undemocratic patriarchal challenge
lacking divinely inspired liberal love commitment
to multicultural Creation health values

Such as active compassion,
faithful kindness,
hope-filled planetary organic co-investments
in green empowerment

Full-spectral
ongoing long-term health systems
in-between fractal/seasonal transition boundaries
extending humane/divine octaves filling-in
multicoloring metaphors

For health wealthy
enlightening regenerative structures
systems
cycles
spirals of GreenPeace Revolution

Neither defying past sins
of all AnthroTribe omissions
to care for EarthMother
indigenous wisdom

Nor deifying future wins
of HeavenFather co-commissions
co-investments
co-empathic somehow
somewhere
sometime in-between revolutions,

Great Green transitions
transubstantiations
naturally spirited traditions.

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The Princess Smells Like Pee

Once upon this time
Princess Yang
yells her dad,
You are an ugly king!

This, even before her usual
Good morning, daddy.

Her ugly King responds,
Princess Yang
looks and sounds just like me.

You are a pickle hamburger
and its raining here,
she responds,
somewhat randomly

It is raining pee
if you ask me
nose
and you are doing your private rain dance
too well,
said King Daddy.

You are the King
and the Princess and the Prince
and the Queen
and the UglyQueen StepMother
living happily ever after,
declared his awestruck Princess.

The End?
gratefully asked the King
of Yang eco-domination.

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As We Speak

When wandering through a clinical studies program,
I began a practice of writing verbatims,
capturing the essence of conversations
messages
for their therapeutic integrity.

In this frame of mind and heart,
several years ago
I wrote this verbatim
on behalf of my daughter
with oppositional defiant disorder
and cerebral palsy.

Rereading it just now,
I wonder how different
really
are her imagined thoughts than mine
or ours,
in diverse senses
speaking with each other
across our less than confluent divides:

You asked me to ask when I need help,
and to add a please and thank you,
if at all possible.

I have done that often.

You ask me to ask to hold your hand
when you can’t otherwise hear me ask for help.

I am doing that right now.

I am not like you.
I wish I could be,
but I cannot.

I need you to appreciate me for who I am
more than attack me for who I am not,
and probably will never become.

My mind and body work similarly to yours,
but do not produce feelings and faith,
language and love
as effectively as does your incarnation.

I worry.
You and life often make me anxious,
stressed,
confronted by possibiities that I am not fully human
in your eyes and mind,
perceived as not only different but inferior.

I tend to panic.
Frequently your world overwhelms me.
I lose self-control when bombarded by too much stimulation.
I want time and Earth and life and you and us
to slow down.

In these anxious situations,
if you want to help me,
then please stop,
slow down with me,
look at me,
wait until I am ready to look back.
Just give me a moment
or two
or three
or a lifetime
to catch up.

If I can trust you to do this,
I and we will be OK.
I will learn to trust that I could be OK,
and I will feel grateful,
occasionally
to live with you,
to share my life with you
as you share yours with me.

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