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King Midas Trump

And all he touched turned to…

I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.

Well,
actually I don’t need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.

Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
and healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected
co-attached interdependent values
of a democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.

For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health
made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left with Right winged golden balance,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.

Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread
mold and moral bankruptcy.

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Functional Human Family

Real life is a graced ecology

in which we learn compassion

for Self and Other-EcoSelf

by growing in mindfulness

of Self as integral to Other,

and vice versa.

 

Growing in positive mindfulness

can feel more like work camp

than a peace-filled Paradise Ashram.

 

When I comprehend

Work Camp is the Trimtab,

trim-the-fat,

tipping point

purgative learning invitation

toward enlightened love full-promised,

then perfect compassion occupies my mind.

Longing sweeps in toward universal belonging.

 

When life together feels like

monolithic Boot Camp,

and not so much Campy Play

and it seems no way

it could ever feel another way,

then I mindfully reverse

so it looks like

sure-footed positive intent toward

compassionate campus of soulful practice

with each of us all day

OR positive intent becomes shared vocation

to help each other understand

when this golden feeling evaporates

and why

and how we might help each other

more mindfully approach our messy dysfunctions together,

a functioning natural family

called “human” nature.

 

If human life,

and other natural systems,

feels more like a root canal

than gold-capped stress relief,

then water the memories of past gold caps

by imagining how this root canal

already builds toward your sustainably

healthy tooth

in the mouth of this well-fed community

living in polyculturing planet’s

positive potential Eternal Moment.

 

 

 

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