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MAGA Power

When was the last time you heard
or saw
or felt MAGA group-think
capable of globally deep transformative systems
thinking
and feeling
and touching
and seeing
and hearing
and smelling
and tasting
health grows safe wealth?

Actively searching for benign
multicultural indigenous wisdom

Even if such an inclusive EarthTribal worldview
might replace our monopoly of monocultural
monotheism
fueling
feeding
breeding
our rabidly polarizing
and degenerating Anthropocene

Despite our pre-millennial pentacostal
panentheistic Hole Open Spirit
renaturing polyculturally polyphonic
peace Lilies of Earth’s Valley

Singing and dancing,
briding and grooming
polypathic win/win intent
of green work parties
democratically equitable
and energetically rebalancing
cooperative inter-religious
multicultural values

Left/Right
Liberating/Conservational
bicamerally bipartisan balanced
depolarizing
for a more sacredly regenerative
Anthropocene

Than any MAGA group-unconscious
unwoke
anti-democratic mob of LeftBrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale privileged
Patriarchal-Capitalist autocrats
and kleptocrats
I have seen
and heard
and felt

Still capable of bipartisan political intent
to achieve globally deep transformative systems
through healthiest-wealth economic
win/win co-invested thinking
and feeling
and touching

And not stealing
from future health wealthing regenerations
of and for
a more benign
Green Anthropocene.

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Briding Her Groom

We witnessed a wedding
of Groomed BridePassion,
Yanged Yintegrity

Groomed co-enlightened strengths
in cooperative economic space
with Bridal co-empowering flow
through sacred inter-generational time

Throughout each organically wedded network
explodes summer’s green emphatic climax,
ripe
hot
wet triumphal passions

Yet also witnessing Earth’s impending
imploding winter dormancies,
EarthMother’s cold
barren
dystopian Anthropocene.

We witness

Not this day,
but before
and after,
We wait
in darkening valleys of cooperative silence,
surrounded in this sacred place
by green-blue mountains
screaming grooms embriding restless slumber
to give a new rebirth
of organically permaculturing ecstasy
passion
co-passion
co-intelligent compassion

All this green
and transubstantiating sky-blue ecstasy
of deeply poetic license,
romantic licentiousness,
exotic pansexual deliciousness

Not groomed as a secondary backdrop
for this late summer’s labored wedding
of co-invested GroomNature
and BrideSpirit

Here and Now
a primal foreground
conjoining Earth’s Wholy Open
green systemic communion

Bride-groom
valley-mountain
yin-yang
wu-wei balance
after foreground
reverse foretelling
paradox fortuning
fortressing this reconceiving
of EarthTribe’s wedded passions

Politically powerful
economically nutritional
socially nurturing ecological
transensory bicameral
brided-groom intelligence

About what co-passions remain sacredly possible

Including, of course,
green cooperative healthy values,
but also finding win/win opportunities
in diseased and wounded disvalues
as uneased Yang grooms,
midst this trembling mountainous Anthropocene,
rewed Yintegral brides

Timeless
indigenous
ecofeminist wisdom
surrounded by capitalized health risks
yet also restorative justice opportunities
green as Vermont’s swelling
summer climax of fertile blessings
grace
doing Us cooperatively
our AnthropoScenic selves

Witnessing this co-passion play,
our naturally enspirited
EarthTribal Matrimony.

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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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NonViolent Spaces

Where all humane souls repent
of contempt
for our EgoSelf
against our EcoOthers

And celebrate,
or at least commend,
express gratitude for,
our inner enlightened
and empowered
co-passionate communication,
dialogue,
discernment

Bilaterally
and multiculturally informed
by
of
and for
global climate health
and polycultural wealth
of peace.

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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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Pandemonic Hope

“I believe in the sun
even when it is not shining”

I remember someone recently resaying
what has long lain unsaid
inside my paradoxical head,

When asked if I believe in God,
I don’t know what to say.

I might not believe in your God,
at least on my worst
pain-darkened day.

And,
I seem to believe in my own
only in those rare rain-free moments
healthy ego- and eco-gratifying

When I am having a climax heart
and head
song
and dance remembering
re-ligioning
reconnecting EarthMoment

Shared with at least one Other,
perhaps for our first through last time
in this
our day of sacred synergy

Sustaining
surrounding
celebrating a yellow morning
mellow sunrise
promising this wealthy day
without soggy rain

As we prepare to health harvest
warmly fragrant sun-dried hay
I quietly say

So, there is a God,
after all.

“And I believe in love
even when there’s no one there.
And I believe in God
even when he is silent.”

These two additional beliefs
feel like one Relief Belief
to my bicameral head choice
and heart voice.

For it has often been said
and felt
that God is love

Especially when
Matriotic HolySpirit of Love
doesn’t act like a Patriarchal Fool

And, by that,
I reference my own sociopathology
of privileged entitlement
monoculturally over-invested
in capitalist Straight
White
Earth Predations
Colonizations
Extractions
Rapaciousness

But,
my most courageous inscriptions
of whispering hope
often not felt enough
sacredly chosen silence
in spaces between
my LeftBrain dominant
distracting notes

Where my own AnthroSupremacism
falls vibrantly listening
to responsively hear
Elder MotherTrees
sigh
and breeze

Silently praying
for strong rooted
cooperative integrity

Within this organic Green Communion
forest of hands on
generating regenerous Hope.

Note:

Pandemonic Hope is part of a series of theological reflections offered to and from the All Souls Unitarian-Universalist Choir in New London, Connecticut. 

“Inscription of Hope” was composed for the Nebraska Choral Arts Society and Children’s Chorus by Z. Randall Stroope, in conversation with a Russian Folk Tune.  His lyrics are drawn from an inscription on cellar walls hiding Jews in Cologne, Germany, during World War II. Stroope’s own 1994 reflection on the significance of these words, in this Holocaust pandemonic context, “Hope was all they had to hold on to; hope was their only bridge to a brighter [nonviolently restoring justice] tomorrow.”

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HealthCare Requiem

So here we are
now together in this eternal circle
around death’s latest victim
in our apartisan lives.

We pause,
each to invite a quieter humbling access
to silent comfort
from this ministering circle

Each, and together,
facing this our inevitable personal
frighteningly human,
naturally spiritual
and inspirationally natural trauma

Asking forgiveness from ourselves
and each Other in this soon parting Circle,
letting go of flawed relationships
in which we have done and said,
and too often not peacefully done
and said,
harm to ourselves
and to these encircled Others

Here doing our health and wellness best
we can
knowing some days and nights
like this death day,
with nighttime fears
and angers against cruel
and unusual mortality,
we will add to our shared ecology
and theology
of Trauma:

[invite Circle to add their own feelings]

Loss
Suffering
Pain
A degenerating climate
Hopelessness
Despair…

Yet, also in this Sacred Pause
before dispersing
shared Death’s hard inevitability,
we may also invite remembering
this our circling resonance,

When,
in our most robust compassion moments,
health care giving
is also wealth receiving resilient
brilliant,
physically empowering
and spiritually enlightening

We embrace
and celebrate our recircling Trauma facing
sacred place
warmly regarding space

For all that we have said and done
and have not said and not done
from heart-felt compassion
with ____;

[full name of deceased/ing]

This inside silent day
and dark night,
and those before
and yet to come
trusted truths
and healthiest beauty
circles gathering Earth’s compassion
celebrating this sacred pause in Life.

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Red Green and Blue

Red grows politically angry
about wealthy society’s conspiracy
to keep my ego away
from health’s abundant wealth.

Blue spreads out
economically fearful of anger’s power,
my own loss of leftbrain control,
most times less,
sometimes more
than terrifying competitive victory,
unhealthy monopolization
of light and power,
wealth accumulated
by neglecting
postponing
preempting HaveNot wishes,
accelerating Earth abusive investments
of a powerful
and punishing
highly narcissistic
inhumane
pissed off
judgmentally quivering society,
blatantly unsustainable.

Green ecological relationships
remain hopeful
the conjunction of two polarizing
paralyzing negatives,
anger and fear,
like two negatives
equaling a positive,
will produce healthier wealth,

Not more political envy
and economic greed;
but heavenly peace
and nonviolent EarthJustice.

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