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Soulful Relief

I believe
all Souls
when healthy
and wealthiest
are EcoFeminist Souls.

I believe
all EcoFeminist Souls
when health wealthiest
are safe NonViolent Souls.

I believe
all NonViolent Souls
when wealth healthiest
are secure CoPassionately Empowered Souls.

I believe
all Compassion Souls
when globally resonant
are Win/Win Gaming Souls.

I believe
all Win/Win Souls
safe and healthy
are Timeless ZeroZone Cooperative Souls.

I believe
all ZeroZone Souls
are resilient
but shifting
and changing,
multi-directional
and multi-regenerational,
dynamic,
living,
healthy BeLonging Souls.

I believe
all BeLonging Souls
are Earth’s same synergetic solidarity set
of timeless HolyWind positive enculturators,
HolySpirit creolizing cooperators,
Holonic EcoFeminists

I believe
all Holonic EcoFeminists
include sacred MotherEarth
and Her eternal Sun and MoonLight
Bright
interdependent
intersectional
international
macro-economic
multi-ecological
poly-theological
metaphonic analogical
HealthRights.

I believe
all Health Left/Rights
when wealthiest expressed,
and not merely capital-impressed
over-invested,
are cooperatively organized Left/Right Souls.

I believe
health/wealth is more importantly
and hopefully found
in what all EarthSouls believe.

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Here Is My Ecological Faith

Here is my faith
rooted in experience
yet to flower in things unseen,
relationships unfelt,
communications not yet heard,
tasted and spit out;
Savored

When I touch another life’s body
with kindness
I am thereby touched in return
by remediation,
immediate
intimate compassion,
CoPassion

Perhaps this is also innocently true
of touching minds
with kind and curious intent,
compassionate purpose,

But,
that is about my active hope,
already extending out
further family projections
from healing inside faith experience
that reemerges faith healing imaged future,
fluidly resonant
and co-presently resilient.

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DiSpiritual Aches and Pains

I have questions
about spiritual problems
with natural causes.

These questions
themselves
assume a metaphorical double-bind
co-passion in-between
Left with Right hemispheres
in Nature with Spirit bilateral dialogue

Informed, I hope,
by win/win historic experiential roots:

What has “nature v spirit” tension meant
in my life?

What have been my win/win
win/lose
lose/lose experiences
with natural Earth?

How has my relationship with nature
been a solitary
and/or communal
experience?

What are my poems,
music,
choreography,
photographs,
scripture
about nature
that feel meaningful?

How do these communications
separate humanity
from nature
and/or include human beings
becoming compassioned within nature?

In my learned theology
ecology,
are we spirits
or saints
or souls
or divinely inspired supernatural creatures
creations,
wanting to be raptured away from natural Earth?

Is Earth both an exterior natural
and interior spiritual potential
integral Paradise,
an EarthTribally cooperative Garden,
growing both spirit nurturing healthy truth
and nature healing wealthy beauty,
democratic health/wealth trust,
secular/sacred energy
synergetically balancing democracy?

Do I sometimes feel hopeless,
and do I long to be able to feel warmth,
welcome,
and belonging from Earth HerSelf?

Am I often confused and bewildered?
Do I wish I remembered
or knew
what eco/theo-logically harmonic clarity
might feel like?

Do I feel a distrust so deep
that I would need a win/win trust transplant,
a replanting revolution,
in order to ever feel faith
in anything again;
including my own ego/eco-identity?

Do I need acknowledgement of my original mortal life-line,
from win/lose natural beginnings
ending in inevitable loseEgo and loseEarth?
Was mortal self-identity
like a spirit v nature bomb
that destroyed my original win/win promise
born of Earth
and all of win/win rapturous humanity
in each timeless moment
of human nature’s spirited experience?

Do I need absolute guarantees
of win/win protection,
compassioning simplicity,
and restorative peace
reweaving short-term
through long-term
ease?

After engaging this list of self-medications,
does climate resonance,
internally spiritual
and externally natural,
feel lose/lose further apart
or win/win
more cooperatively ego/eco-therapeutic?

 

Note:

Most questions above are adapted from two sources:

Justice On Earth Discussion Guide, by Gail Forsyth-Vail and Susan Lawrence, p. 14

and

Your Resonant Self, by Dr. Sarah Peyton, p. 177

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Dear Fragile Communicators

Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?

Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?

Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other

Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.

Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?

Would wisdom’s wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy,
viciously fragmenting crumbs
of former health?

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Swing Low Sweet Chariot

One way
I know this afrocentric music,
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece,
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.

I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.

A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and polycultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth’s peace paradise.

A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song

Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler’s chariot,

Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home

To freedom’s too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,

Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.

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Slow-Cooked Conversion Stories

I was raised in one of those white nationalist churches,
passing itself off as a Christian evangelical Bible church,
where “evangelical” meant fundamental
and “fundamental” meant we did not interpret scripture
but accepted it as God’s literal trans-historical Word
of universal white male dominant
Bible thumping supremacy,
transcendently un-changing like…
like…
like nothing I’ve ever seen or heard
or smelled or tasted

Which is why we call not-Him-or-Her “God”
and not “SuperEgo”
or multicultural “Gaia”

Or anything else.
It turns out “God”
is a bit like not saying Valdemore’s name;
As Yahweh
is more about the ambiguously missing vowels
than their YHWH
YYXY
Either/Or-Both/And
bicameral structure.

Anyway, enough about sacred bisensory ecology.
While at People’s Bible Church
I was told, by all the white heterosexual adults
supporting and educating me
that being born again is not a gradual thing,
like growing into a pubescent body,
but instant,
like convenient oatmeal
or inferior mashed potatoes.

If I could not say,
with one hundred percent persuasion,
that I was reborn in Christ
on May 8, 1964
at 2:53 PM
Eastern Savings Time,
Just as I was originally born
on May 8, 1952
at 2:53 A.M.,
much to my mother’s inconvenience–
finished just in time to get home
to our dairy farm
for an unleisurely visit with “The Girls”
during her morning milking parlor gig–
Then the deviant
devilish mark of Satan
still clouds my not so milky white
not straight enough
not truly pure soul.

Such instant and yet resilient grace
felt unlikely to me.

I did not instantly lose hope
for a hot SantaDaddy
sliding down our family chimney
emerging from the family wood-burning furnace,
scorched of unnecessary
and superfluous clothes
to give me all the fruited manly gifts
I have felt so empty without
warm and wet accompaniment,
accomplishment.

Gradually,
over several years of neglecting this Santa myth
as cultural fantasy,
I did not wake up on May 8, 1956,
at 2:53 A.M.
and announce to all those not listening,
“I no longer believe in Santa Claus.”

De-mythification progress
seems to take me
about as long as my left-brain
dominating commodification process
took to grow into queer adolescence,
feeling unsafe,
unwanted,
with a best case possible future
of invisible insignificance,
hidden deeply beneath healthy humility.

Just as it took awhile to comfortably acclimate
to the toothlessness of myth,
It took me all my development years
on into late adolescence
to be sure that I would never safely
or resiliently convert
into a heterosexual.

When we were mutually experimenting grade school boys
during not much sleep overs
I was sure we shared the same destiny–
future heterosexuals,
Mr. Cleavers,
Mr. Smiths
not all too fascinated with Mr. Johnsons.

I didn’t suddenly realize,
“Oops. I failed to convert.”
Maybe I was a late bloomer,
just as some girls get pubes
and teats
and mensies later on
which seemed like more unfair girl pressure
than just sprouting new hair in old moist places
and growing at least somewhat less girlish voices.

Just as there was no May 8, 2:53 P.M.
of any year
when I knew,
“OK, that’s it.
It’s done growing
in both length and width.”
I had no day or night
when I said,
“OK, that’s it.
I choose to be queer”
so I can be the target of hate crimes,
bad jokes,
white Christian heterosexual predators,
bigoted employers,
homophobic police
and teachers
and parents
and siblings,
and preachers

Fully capable of witnessing against me
the exact date, time, and year
they began their life long love affair
with white male Jesus Christ,
straight (presumably) Jewish carpenter’s apprentice,
Son of God and…
and…
God,
who finished creating Earth,
and at least our entire Solar System,
exactly seven days
after He started, on May 8th
at 2:53 A.M.,
year 0000.

I have developed health-considered faith
in win/win progressive processes.
I accept that faith actively hopes in unseen relationships,
unheard communications,
unnoticed actions and reactions.

Still,
I find an always changing
transparent
vulnerable,
courageously curious difference
between left-brain statements of verbal instant faith,
and right/left-brain emerging lifeskill learnings
conversions
healings
redemptively felt economies,
salvific co-relational powers,

And I have trouble believing
that such ubiquitous differences
between slow-grown processive maturation
and imitative instant role-playing
is only accessible to queers,
white, black, brown, red, purple, green, or ultra-violet,
born on May 8, 1952
at 2:53 A.M.
much to the inconvenience
of busy heterosexual
pre-millennial dairy farmers.

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Bigger v Deeper Egos

The belief that we become healthier,
healed,
redeemed
through commitment to some power
bigger and higher than just ourselves
follows left-brain dominant teaching,
and appeals to patriarchal thirsts
for robust ego empowerment.

Right-brain prominent feelings
do not disagree with,
dissonantly conflict with,
this bigness metaphor
but monotheistic universalism is not right-brain resonant,
while depth is everything
everywhere
every interconnected potential Time
of radically profound interdependent Identity.

Ego identity
feels emerging from
and returning to
deep ecosystemic nutritional streams
of curiously submerged becoming
co-passionate together
as facets of one boundless
unfathomed ZeroZone
double-bound
bilateral win/win becoming whole
holy
holonic
synergetic
integral.

Big and from-on-high colonization
is never historically resilient,
is always unsustainable,
except when intended
and multiculturally experienced as creolization,
benign largess, invitation
from deep compassionate pockets
of resonantly sacred generosity.

Left-brain either-or thinking
about how to be part of bigger
universally monotheistic Power
can become confluent with right-brain both-and feeling
becoming more deeply etched
ego-identified faith in action
within eco-individuating awareness
of nature’s interaction,
deeply spiritual compassion.

Where left-brain egos long to be part of a higher power,
right-brain win/win prime
ego/eco-relationality
belongs immersed in reconnecting deeper co-passioning rivers
of healthy energy streams
flowing up from enlightening dual-dark Source,
sacred resources,
silent webs of becoming
deep wells of resilient resonant belonging.

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