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Muse WithOut Music

Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-violet negatives
doubly anticipating and anxious times.

Silent hearts invisible
blue quaking lines
not invincible
for surviving today’s healthiest sung purposes,

Yesterday’s
and tomorrow’s musical
deep learned meaning mystery
of living
vibrant
yet unsung
private
hidden history,

Muses of multigenerational culture,
healthy sweeping wealth
and pathological empty
muted stealth

Anxious to avoid loneliness,
a life not mattering,
sputtering,
splattering,
flattering
darkly saturnine,
not working out,
not playing around,
exercising bland premedicated
meditated consciousness
of silence

Within echoing
cacophonous languaged voices
of Earth’s regenerate Muse,
sometimes too desecrated degenerate,
yet always historic co-musicating,
mediating multicultic cultures,
violet
and nonviolent

Silence
between mused notations,
anxious and anticipating
mutations

Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up time
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-violet negatives
anxious anticipating rhyme.

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Humanity CoArises Destiny

Who would become so fundamentally foolish
to separate a strong dancer
from her flowing dance?

The secular singer
from his sacred song?

Mountainous storytellers
from our rivered story?

Felt humane communion
from our most nakedly divine communications?

Spirited habits
dispirited from Earth’s natural habitats?

Evangelical legends
from love’s integrity,
passion’s timeless curiosity?

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ReMembering Me Next Time

I suspect many of us,
if not all,
with a mindful of bodhisattva
positive deviant parented and educated exceptions,
grow up feeling like a human win/lose sinner
fighting against a divine win/win messiah within,

Internally conflicted
about being sent from past sacred regenerations
of survivors
and thrivers
to redeem a fractured Earth
in preparation for secular/sacred
dipolar co-arising Rapture Climates,
epic Operas,
small operations,
of and for EarthJustice grace,
love,
win/win compassion,

To raise multicultural economic health
from death’s fading door,
to prophecy polycultural nutritional wealth,

To face immanently within
health/wealth bicameral Rapture,
predicting all Earth’s cooperative messianic reweaving
of di-hemispheric bilateral ClimateResilience
for sacredly intersectional ZeroZone Earth

And all Gaian-Christian-Taoist-PolyCulturalist
humane sinners,
winning behavioral secular interdependent resonance
to regain sacredly resilient EarthTribe’s eco-political Trust

In humane sinners
redeemed by hearing divine sainted voices,
nutrients,
natures,
spirits,
NonZeroSum Souls

Becoming secular-
sacred interdependent Being.

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Advent of Love’s Adventure

When and where
ecological sisterhooded wisdom dies

So too theological Win-Lose compromise
between nature’s humanity
brothered, yet sometimes bothered,
with spirited patriarchal divinity,
secular Western CoOperating Truths
inhaling sacred Eastern Beauty.

Subjective ego ecstasy
Win-Win with and Win-Lose against
Earth’s objective historical ancestry,

RightMind sacred animated Memory
of imaged future DNA organic systemology
as imagined alternative past trajectory
of healthy wealth
and degenerative pathology.

Why and how anxiety
breeds climate deity
of fear
only where peace could justify lush Win-Win sobriety,
ecstatic affinity
confidently absorbing silent cold Lose-Lose infinity

When and where
ecological-theological
sisterhooded matriarchal-patriarchal
bicameral
ElderWisdom dies to lose all
of the Above-Below All-Fall…

Are we Here yet?
Not now?

Are we Here
yet not Now?

Are we Here
double-binding Now?

Because we know so
or feel something changing
and Both?

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How Can You Say

How can you say
with your not quite straight face
that you neither know nor care
anything of God, or gods, or even exotic goddesses?

That’s like saying you don’t care for any love today,
or rain during a drought,
but thanks so very much for suggesting your best holistic medicine,
all the same,
all the grace-filled rain that came some other place and day.
Like saying you don’t enjoy music
and dance
and red and purple and pink and yellow bruised violet sunsets.

How could you not care about creative becoming?
Regeneration of life?
The future home of our grandchildren?
Health care and assurance?
Social securities?
Anti-social insecurities?
Ecopolitical war games
and creative multicultural nature-spirit communications,
living in and between peacefully Beloving Communities.

How can you pretend
with that half-smirk
that this Earth Goddess we are regenerating
is no one you could know
or care deeply about?
To co-redeem, co-mentor?
To love into health by divesting of that anthrocentric hypocrisy,
thinking we could name,
much less commodify, God without idealizing self-imaged YHWH.

Why would you take a pass
on exploring our shared fully humane divinity?

This could not be true
not really you
not the Self with Others past and future right now you
would most prefer to know.

How can you know
we’re not gods and goddesses
in our integrity?
in our potential for regenerativity?
economic and politically ecological
sync-tensegrity,
love of full-stretch multi-colored jazzy soul livity.

You know you want to dance and sing
as god and goddess
within and on,
for and of Mother Gorgeous Gaia’s
embryonic womb
through decompositionally recomposing,
transubstantiating dualdark tomb
of elational happy Golden Aging bliss.

Or, did I miss something
in that twinkling of your fertile sky?

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EcoPolitics of Psychologically Healthy Climates

If you don’t like the look or taste or smell of an Old Overly-Competitive Climate, then notice how it is slowly and intricately evolving into and toward dipolar abundance as a Revolutionary New EcoPolitical System, hopefully and empathically more trustingly and faithfully cooperative.  (A very loose paraphrase of Buckminster Fuller on great transitioning between old and new systems as  information-ing networks, and cooperatively developing ecopolitical climates.)

To love, agapic and/or erotic,
is a positive economic-political relational choice
to trust whomever
and whatever
is our Other right now
with our open caring empathy,
even when we may feel like withdrawing
into our suffering,
self-isolating
depressive,
repressed concerns of mistrust and dissonance,
because we have faith
that not only is this choice to integratively love,
to pay love forward,
how we define doing our ecopolitical and ecological best,
but also because we trust from prior experience
this is most likely to facilitate Others
doing their best as well.

Circles of affection and disaffection are both viral,
but only one is viciously so,
Both positive and negative psyches unveil viscous potential,
but only one tends toward sustained reiterative communication
in kind,
benign,
the other viscosity trends toward unkind, active distrust,
eventually hatred,
also a learned ecopolitical choice, at one time,
over several habitual and then hypnotizing times.

When this becomes most interesting for me
when I turn from thinking of Other as a person
or a group of people
or a set of people
or the human natural-languaged species,
and think, instead of Other as a member of some other organic species,
including those with root systems,
including coral reefs and tidal barriers,
or even other natural Black Hole environments and gestalts,
networking mandalas of seas
and mountain trails
throughout the changing of each season,
where love is my ubiquitously obvious and natural default,
not so much feeling like a choice,
but like what I have known as good and healthy and beautiful,
occasionally interrupted by pests.

Yet, even noticing whiney mosquitoes
and buzzing icky biting flies,
short of a horde swarming all about paranoid me,
is often cause for bittersweet slaps and swats
and imaginary battles between David and Goliath,
with me cast as the benignly-intended Monster Giant,
merely out to protect my own skin
regardless of mortal consequences
and risks
and ecopolitical opportunities
of Other,
smashed to bits.

When my days become overly clogged with strictly human discourse,
when human nature monopolizes my monoculturish time,
my symbol seems to be that of a molting snake,
awakening to a new but uncertain skin each dewy morning,
a somewhat different identity
than those accumulated through all my dreamy/nightmare yesterdays.

But, when I recreate outdoors
in and with and of more virginal embryonic Earthy nature,
then my icon becomes an inviting hummingbird,
always curiously flying about seeking and sending succulent rapture,
far too fast and urgently blissful for noticing,
much less slitherally eating, those pesky mosquitoes.

Inviting co-empathic trust
defines
Doing my best to follow
our Golden Rule,
for and of and with me
and my Elders
and our kids.

Inviting empathic cooperatively-invested trust
is to invite a climate of informed
incarnate
kosmic risks and opportunities
usually small yet sometimes Great Transitions
of Grace as Love as Karma as Positive Psychology
as a healthy regenerative ecopolitical gestalt,
mandala,
network,
ecosystem,
Earth,
natural-spiritual dipolar co-arising
profane-sacred
humane-divine
Tao-BiCameral Universe
of Snakes greeting Hummingbirds
and notnot dialectal vice-viral-versa.

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Conjectures of a Taoist Witch

She seemed a Taoist witch to me,
with Nature free of kind grace-filling restraints.

Surprise, then, follows her response,
“Of course I recognize Jesus as son of God
and further,
celebrate his good news
that God’s creative nature remains in an evolving,
extending family way,
pregnant with healthy sons and daughters
each divinely humane,
at least potentially in time’s regenerate fullness,
our healthiest wealth wu wei.”

Not sure this sounds quite wrong enough
to provoke my evangelical supremacy,
I can only laugh with fertile pregnancy
of a less domesticated God.

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