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Widowed ComPassion

Said the old widow cook
to the drag queen son
feeding his/her dying abusive dad,
while offering her nurturing donation:

“I don’t want your money.
We’re not savages, yet.”

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Loving Jose

Yes, Jose,
this is another love letter
from anthroprivileged me
to LeftBrain dominant you
for multicultural us.

I’m still here
sinking into my deep blue camp chair
with feet resting on a weathered
wooden platform
for my monastic tent

Now folded
and masterfully squeezed into its storage bag
like a fat green sausage
with a thick
black fly zipper,
secure,
awaiting it’s next orgasmic coming out
to camp and play.

And you,
warm and glistening
listening you,
are still driving
west toward this transition
Saturday’s bittersweet sunset.

Perhaps already lonely
thinking
of what
and feeling whom
lies ahead
while all else feels left behind

Another week of adventure lost;
another week of memories gained

Yet memories have grown cacophonous
while adventures in knowing
new frontiers
grow old as shrinking Earth
grown bodies

Fading hope to feel
taste
see
hear
smell
touch abundantly enough
for this full life
experiencing love
quenched time

Comparing future now to back there then,
wishing we could have us all
warm and pleasant
in our head,
heart,
bed of intimacy
without embarrassing
premature limits,
boundary issues,
health precautions.

You tried to apologize
for not asking more
about my wounded kids

And I did not think to apologize,
but wonder, now, that I didn’t,
for not asking how you are feeling
and dealing
post prostate cancer

Remissions
feel like uncertain transitions,
undemanding admissions
both healthy opportunities
and diseased risks
lie beyond this day’s journey
toward Albany.

Perhaps you,
like me,
fear
and already feel
loss of intimacy
imagined
yet not touched,
thought
but not appreciably,
healthy needed
but not safely found,
sacred bound
for joy’s immense integrity.

When I walked into our group’s enclosed porch
this past Sunday
for my first check-in circle,
your first facilitation,
I thought of my former boss.

You look and sound
like Bishop Tafoya,
when he was your age
and I was half your age.

I had trouble
shaking this sage off.

It helps
that you sing
with warmth and passion
in fulsome baritone,
as the good Bishop
decidedly did not.

Nor could I imagine him
dancing with a white scarved fan
with integrity
flirtatious machismo
joyfulness
deeply resounding playfulness.

Do you have a type?
I wonder
Are you familiar with mine?

Those romantic,
erupting into erotic,
miracles of preference
we cannot control
or calm our appetites
to accept
AND appreciate,
anticipate
those with us
here and there
in and out of Gayla 44,
after and before
now heading west
away from east.

So much to hide,
to learn,
to unveil,
to set aside
for graceful aging,
and to warmly embrace
for compassioned wisdom
felt together,
rather than silently,
less sacredly,
apart.

The Center’s lunch bell rang
and now has gone

Absorbed by quiet shushing
and rustling
high in evergreens
baking in Mama’s summertime
weekend of commerce
and less commercial passions,
traffic rituals,

Pre-empting ancient natural liturgies
of sea,
flowing water
and strong mountains
inspiring bonfires
bond-fire between rising
and falling phoenix
conjoining
co-investing
multi-generational passions;
daddies and sons,
masters and slaves,
tops and bottoms,
poles and holes,
straights and rounds,
dipolar co-arising

Riding forward home
to what continues repurposing why,
reworking hidden meaning
as yet unredeemed
in sensory Business As Usual

Backward east
returning promises
of safe and healthy
bright happy new dawns
transcending broken hearts,
troubled mind’s
loss of time’s
most cherished values

Love’s integral compassions
resting first
returning last

Already
I miss you
ready to miss us.

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The GiveAway Song

As her EarthDay drum calls out
to inside outside severance

Amid EarthTribe’s gathered laughter
and sorrow,
speaking
and listening,
singing
and silent witnessing,

Earth’s wealth
leaks nutritional health
gifts sharing value with every messiah
in sunshine circles
of care giving
and receiving
sacred shifts
toward cherished bright esteem.

In this sacred win/win culture
of indigenous compassion,
all celebrants cooperatively steward
gifts circling through reciprocity
and back toward MeWe integrity
again.

We dance in sacred circles of meaning,
not merely in secular cause-effective lines
for capitalizing straight efficient purpose

We learn to share our passion
while watching red berries
offer up their healthing gifts
from strong-hearted root systems
co-empathic,
synergetic nurturing networks.

Small seeds
cherished gifts
reminding We to Me
Mother Seeds make merry
underground,
beneath humane hearing.

EarthDay gifts
trust me,
and us,
to uphold our sharing systems,
disperse our safe and healthy seeds
to each new sacred place
to know
and grow,
which is good for berries
and their students

Reminding elders
all win/win flourishing
is mutually healthy thrival
flow.

Depressing anxiety
about future certain consumer losses,
like mortality
of ego’s timid bare humanity,
extract possibilities
for healthy Earth Day resilient impressions
at every future imagined turn
to hoard more gifts.

In healthier indigenous EarthDay circles
living lands are teaching gifts,
not subservient property
for supporting self-convenienced students

Inside looking
and listening through a screened speaker
not noticing Earth is first
a birth of whole-sum seeds
before we close our hardened doors
for protecting empty closed mines
without a humanely engineered
shovel for digging hidden
hoarded inside treasures.

We are EarthBound
by a win/win covenant
of regenerative reciprocity
breathing in healthy gifts
breathing out wealthy shifts
winter and summer,
predator and prey,
fire and grass,
night and day,
dying and living
power dark and bright lights

Cosmic dancing
co-gravitating gifted muses
wrapping and unwrapping
Earth Days and Nights again

In this dance of the giveaway
we remember Earth springs forth
and harvests back songs
we need for win/win
hoarding lose/lose mourning
passage of polar bears,
silence of cranes,
death of rivers
transporting gifts like
winter’s wounding snow
swelling banks
expanding loss

Perhaps too late
for future healthy regenerations
we may, this Earth Day,
recognize dazzling gifts
from MotherEarth’s womb
as WeMe teeters on the cusp
of our Great UnGift Extinction.

Let us hold tall
and spread wide
our liberally loving gifts
of our own cooperative making
copassionate warming acts
transcendently soaring ideas
perfect regifting tools
are not offensive weapons
fiercely defending against loss
of all Earth’s days
now given before

Tomorrow’s gifts of mind
hands
heart
voice
silence
vision
revision
offered up
and out,
down
and in
on behalf of sacred Earth.

Whatever our gift,
we are called to give
and regive,
to dance for renewal
of EarthTribe’s world
in return for MeWe privilege
to breathe in
and out
Earth’s living love.

Note: This piece is inspired by Robin Wall Kimmerer’s “Epilogue: Returning the Gift” pp. 380-384, in Braiding Sweetgrass. It includes some phrases that are hers but without quotation marks. I want to claim poetic license but also to not tread on Kimmerer’s copyright. With gratitude and in the spirit of Both/And dialogue.

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Brass WindChimes

Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below

Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again

Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love’s restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier life within
Mother’s sensual gusts

Overpowering peaceful chimes
global resting
arresting rhymes
with powerful enculturing space
enlightened green spring out times
up happy,
healthy

Driven by bountiful breeze
and this northbound tidal
grey-blue iconic river
flowing drifts back
and surging forth,

Downstream
yet again back up
in-between
indigenous natured out
spirits in

Chiming outside colonizing industrial windows
noticing
re-connecting stressful winds
and anxious tides
of not so well chimed
compassionate green change
loudly rang

While icecaps,
empowering South
and enlightening North,
silently
soundlessly
melt integrity’s just right divine
and humane left

Eastern Earth greets Western Sun
chiming resonant hospitality
of eco/theo-logical nurturers
nourishing brass rounds
of resighted
respited
holy sounds.

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Relationships I Hope For

I need clear blue rivers of life
to not always flow away from me,
in some direction
I can’t
or won’t
go right now.

I need green commitments to home
to feel mutually nurturing,
sheltering,
organic,
peaceful,
cooperatively engaging
in nonviolent communion,
co-passionate integrity
of sacred emergent space.

I need the sky
to not always feel grey,
dampening my curious natural spirits.
Instead,
I want to always imagine,
as needed,
as invited,
as if sun summoned,
a radiant blue sky
singing reflections
of invisible spinning stars
on the other
lighter side
of deepest icy winter’s
dense
dull
dark cloud bank
of settled in oppression.

I need rich black soil
to support my feet,
my nose,
my stomach,
green trees,
brightly colored plants
and amazing animated animals
giving back robust excretions,
reparations for past extractions,
borrowed co-investments
infesting EarthTribal
creolizing rich brown humus.

I need my rain-bowed neighbors
to notice
applaud
cheer
celebrate
when two elegantly athletic white swans
sensationally fly upstream
to hang out at our downtown harbor
where we eat
and drink,
rest
and float,
dream
and gloat,
on land
and sandy water,
at least side by side,
if not honking happy
swimming together.

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The Choir Audition

Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?

Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh…
oozing round O’s
and singular Ah’s
free of mapping static lyrics

Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when too shy
of improvising bold
multiculturing unity

Harmony musing
amusing spontaneous drifts
and rifts
of EarthTribe’s light
bright woke-up
out loud power focus

Searching out deep whole-sum liturgies
of octaved musicality
we share
when fine-tuned to listen
for our not-so-silent breaths,
anticipating life’s next cooperatively felt
and politically co-empowering
story.

Songs of sacred circling lines
and whole systemic spaces
clever linearly written,
yet never speaking totally predicted sounds
resonant transcendent
anticipating in-between joy
and silent
nonviolent
resilience.

I wonder if she feels
as I sometimes can do
that muses nurture music
as abusers remain
narcissistically
patriarchally
capitalistically competitive,
unsympathetic

Lacking indigenous co-empathic wisdom,
Yang universal
Yintegral unitarian
musical integrity

Of Earth’s sound tribes flowing
songs and rhythms patterning
natural narratives,
curiously intimate Earth Day
anthems

Dancing spirited
taoistic breaths
bicamerally cooperative
contemplating solidarity
sung clarity

Under a zillion twinkling
zen core inkling
starlit choral nights.

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Neglecting Compassion

Lately,
I too often experience
anger begets anger
to also remember
love begets love.

This same appositional binary
appears in retributive criminal justice codes
culturally outweighing
restorative EarthJust climates
of healthcare giving
is also wellness receiving.

Our criminal justice codes
are designed to hurt
and disempower
oppositionally defiant individuals,
greedy
ego-self-righteous
Takers,

Terror capitalized
Otherers,

Rapists
with rapid-fire militarized
Take Up PatriarchalCapitalist Arms
against Motherers,

Angry
and coldly calculating
Murderers,

Enslavers
Hate Preachers
Right means Fight teachers
Avoidance Addictors,

And their neglected
mental/spiritual unhealthy
Followers

Often with police
or militantly commodified retaliation histories
speaking in Wins
for Good Straight WhiteMale privilege
so must Lose
Other rivalrous voices

Blind to win/win restorative peace
and EarthJustice

Where compassion begets potential
for growing cooperatively held
compassion
through nonviolent communication

Verbal light
emerging from nonverbal life,
secularly spoken
yet sacredly felt,
ecologically healthy
begets theologically wealthy
polyculturing communion.

Anger,
fear,
and hate speak harm
where unconditional regard
listens for healthcare giving
and receiving reciprocity,

For whole-sum light of love,
for compassionate win/win healing
EgoCenters
thriving in rich organic EcoSystems
of living wealth.

Passionate anger
is not an intrinsic dark evil
nor does immature selfishness
always lead to egocentric greed
and hoarding
and aggression
sourcing original win/lose sins
of dark oppression
and disempowering violence.

Anger and greed and fear
are daily warnings
that our nationalistic
PatriarchalCapitalist cultural road
to internal health
and external peace
is more likely sufficient
through lovely PolyCultural Communion healing
revealing transparent
and vulnerable compassion dreams.

Sacred Earth Communion
may begin by simply taking a breath
to remember rainbow ecosystemic synergy
of humane light
shaping divinely synergetic powers
of healthing life

Just as anger begets anger
and retributive punishing
abusive and neglectful marginalizing,
dissociative wounding
monotheistic supremacist
DualDark in-out siding Systems

So too compassion and nonviolent deep listening
for win/win healing possibilities
for mind, inside
and body, outside
mental/spiritual health care
for egos still actively hoping
ecosystemic resonantly resilient
wealthy relationships
will restore interpersonal
trans-political justice
through nonviolent compassion

Transparently
and vulnerably communicating
personal reflections
on a rainbow stopping traffic
to recall fleeting light perfections
of Earth’s health
empowering lively peace.

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Fiddler’s Womb

If I were a poor woman
I would dance and sing
through basement boogy woogy bars
all these days and nights
of EarthTribe healthy men

Winning
not measured in applause
but absorbing painful bunions
in glad support
of Earth’s healthiest worn-out pause

Performing songs with peace
inviting massive choirs
composing mother muses,
matriarchs of deeply felt integrity
dancing EarthDay’s cause.

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Dancing Psalms

Dancing our epic song
inside images
dreams
narratives
ritual motions
rhythmic changes
disembodied

Can become dissonantly self-predative
depressing
exhausting
compressing

Claustrophobic mean remains
of darkly disabling
demonic Othering;
nothing left
for win/win choice,
wellbeing voice.

Dancing our song
dividing MeWe healthy humanity
in unhealthy ways

Sometimes therapeutically remediated
by better
silent outside
sacred listening,
for healing humane justice
in divinely green peace
forest Cathedrals,
desert sand drifting Paradise,
oceanic blue Heavens,
mountainous purple sunset Passions,
silent flowing rivers
of transparent Power
chasing
following vulnerable
wounding Light

Cooperatively active
inside/outside copassion
recklessly curious love
restoring EarthPeace
one dance at a time

For cooperatively revolutionary
mediations
resonantly YangSun sung
YintegralEarth danced

In and Out
Self and Other
therapeutically empathic
sacred muses
dancing our co-arising Psalms.

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Sabbath Hope

I hope to visit next Sunday
on a warm
sunny
early PeaceGiving afternoon

Outside with my wounded Daughter’s
extending therapeutic family
with win/win playful
and richly resonant intent

Inside her new
young
empowering
and cooperatively enlightened

Thankful
mind-full music
and muse dancing
mythically
mysteriously
majestically joyful home.

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