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Outdoor Sanctuary

I am much more likely to feel like a respectful,
trusting family member
than an entitled warrior,
when outside “property improvements”
than when inside anthropocentric habitats.

Sometimes
even as I approach my favorite sanctuary,
an AllSouls Unitarian-Universalist built structure,
I feel more sacred peace before I open our front door
of intended mutual hospitality
accommodation
conversation
accompaniment on life’s great spirited journey,
than after closed off into merely human monoculturing nature.

It’s not that I see or hear myself
as some great and profound nature mystic.
A post-millennial John Muir
I am clearly not,
although I would like to at least feel myself this communal way.

This contrast between indoor and outdoor trust
and resonance
comes not from feeling trees embrace me
but from me embracing trees
through sight
and sound,
smell,
touch,
occasionally taste, if no humans are watching
with judgmental eyes.

Trees are much more tolerant of my curiosity,
intrusiveness,
than my cousins,
and most of my siblings.

Perhaps tolerance is not the best word choice.
Acceptance sounds more reassuring.
Inviting into co-presence feels too grand,
yet honorable,
worthy of vocational commitment,
loyal

Where indoor mistrust and distrust relationships
speak of selfishly heartless patriotism
and national monoculturing identity
and language and cultural antipathy,
rather than positive integrity
of a sanctuaried people
longing to live free
and comparatively loving lives
under and within paint
and textured sheetrock
looking a bit like bark
if high-end
and if I am feeling generous;
boundaried boxes smelling like chemical toxins.

This unfortunate comparison feels too simple,
for sustained resolution
of internal unsancturied sensitivity,
to notice I need to get out more,
because this means leaving my good faith community behind
as if I were so autonomously strong
in active outside hope and passionately robust love
that I need not hear human stories,
songs,
Need not see and conjoin liturgical non-verbal dance,
sacred rhythms
and patterns of compassionate dialogue,
mutual esteem and support,
appreciation,
warm accompaniment,
not of warriors,
but of peace-builders,
resolvers,
cooperative listeners, prayers
non-predative.

My oppositionally defiant daughter,
when in a forgiving mood,
refers to me as a “Talking Head.”

I find too much truth in her smiling tolerance
of this inflamed ego’s hunger and thirst
for regard
rather than a quieter mutual righteousness
of co-presence,
stalking hearts
inside as necessary for communion’s nurture
and outside as profitable for everyday sane nature.

I respect the limiting fact that pipe organs
and grand pianos
cannot sustain in the rain,
but I also seem to respect the possibility
of rapture in a cappella chant
and fire-circle sanctuary dance
witnessed by trees
and stars,
spoken of only by sacred smoky breezes.

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Lively Fires

Life burns vigorously
predatively
until retiring,
slowing down to glowering embers
reflecting on all consumed since birth.

Flaming gratitude feels not yet fulfilled,
heatedly completed,
but hanging on for what calming
cooling purpose?
Embalming remnants of fueled meaning
with smug self-satisfaction
and feckless remorse.

Family relationships burn out
turn in toward former flames
risen higher
fueled deeper in memory
than capacity for renewed heat images
now questionable
in life’s resilient potential.

Fires nurture risk and opportunity,
but old fires grow risk of cold and acrid ashes,
fading active hope for new winds
smoking in renewed fuel opportunities.

This strong-fired life
of dried out climate difference,
strong inflaming protest,
oft questioned dignity,
smolders in wrinkling
shrinking maturity
over ripe with risk
of fading opportunity to yet see Earth
with new peaceful eyes,
with impassioned fires of understanding
what this human conflagration was all about.

Smoldering embers
dimly hope for new winds,
new unbillowing eyes
to recall that initial committed moment
of inspiration,
of spark and wind and fueled experience
inviting fires from first spark
til last light spent.

Fire,
like life,
like love,
builds its own waiting sanctuary.

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Between Heaven and Hell

Singers and dancers,
artists and writers,
philosophers and poets,
academics and health professionals,
parents and teachers,
actors and contemplatives,
grandparents and children,
live and die between Heaven and Hell.

Between Heaven’s interdependent sensory Enlightenment
and Hell’s individual secularized Industrious-Militant Revolutions

Pathology and sin result from severing healthy spiritual tools
for development
from degenerative denatured fake-wealth weapons
for destruction.

Heaven’s tools restore peace
where re-tooled weapons
without divine mercy
redistribute Hell’s sure-fire punishments.

Sacred tools,
like bicameral hearted minds,
were
and are
for hunting,
gathering
harvesting
cooking
serving
cleaning
recycling
composting
regathering,
impressing health-restoring FuturePowers.

Weapons were
and are
for killing
threatening
hating
condemning
judging
repressing
depressing
suppressing wealthy MultiGenerational Matriarchal FlowCycles.

Technological tools,
post industrial,
have evolved from
WorldWideWebs of Heaven
for cooperative social health information

Too often devolved into propaganda weapons
against WorldWideWalls for self-ghettoizing Hell
promulgating competitive anti-social disinformation.

Sacred tools, verbal and non-verbal,
derive from
and help build
heart-paths toward progressive liberties in love
and conserving equitable and responsible compassions.

Secularized weapons
contrive from
and help destroy
other paranoid
rabidly bipolar
mind pathologies.

Sacred tools serve immortal life.
Secular weapons serve up violent death.

Just as word choice
is the smallest detail
of communal win/win communication,

Weapon choice is the smallest
and also least cognitively wealthy, part
of commercial and residential conscious win/win choice-making
well-tooled
politically healthy
true-wealth conserving co-investment,

Articulating
incarnating
re-creating
sacred life evolving in-between
LeftBrain’s ideas of Heaven
and RightBrain’s experiences of Hell.

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To Our NRAss-ociation

To the No Relationship Association,

I suppose we will never find
a healthy way to prove
Lovelock’s Gaian Hypothesis
we have nothing left to lose
by cooperating more Win/Win
and competing less Lose/Lose.

No more or less than we could prove
our sun will reappear
to rise this next tomorrow
any more or less synergetically
than fundamental fragmentationally
apart.

Still, if not true
that love cooperatively empowers
more than hate competitively disempowers,
then how would we understand life becomes
more powerful than non-life’s static being?

If non-life artifacts of becoming
rocks in streams
of living water
shaped of star dust
and gaseous non-relationships
instead of nothing,

How could no thing
emerge from no ballistic space?

And why would no space for belonging
submerge this flow
of universal ergodic time
yang-health forward
restoring yin-wealth
of listening in non-violent
co-passionate DNA communion,
historic past?

Still,
I see your pointed rifle.
I suppose we will never find
a healthy way to wealthy prove
and disprove
unprove
reprove
pre-approve
Lovelock’s Gaian Synergetic Hypothesis
we have no right integrity
left to lose.

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Restoring Natural Spirits

Dear Attorney Thompson Page, LLC
Sentient Advocate for Domestic Companions

Thank you for reminding me
last evening, as I was feeling unfree,
Retributive justice is rooted in ecological principles
of healthy empathic relationships
responsibilities
judgments
discernments
communications between sentient beings.

For remembering that good
healthy
effective legal systems
intend to protect our interdependent webs
while too often building punishing walls
settling into side-by-side cells
of separation,
fragmentation of wealthy democratic purposes
like robust well-being,
cooperatively-owned curiosity and prosperity,
healthy and courageous happiness,

Constitutional gratitude for compassionate priorities
win/wins for both justice and peace possibilities
of EarthTribe patriotic loyalties
encompassing suffering and joy.

You mentioned several crimes against sentient beings.
Some punished by legal precedent
for protecting human nature
more than Earth-nature’s other sentient breathing forms
legally misunderstood,
under-refined,
not well-defined,
as mere property,

Properties autonomously owned by narcissistic human natures,
Legally presumed as morally superior sentient beings,
becoming evermore integrity’s active win/win advocates,
inclusively aware
we are not humanely alone
in our co-empathic capacities for emotive communication.

I am wondering,
this morning,
if it would make a nondualistic difference
to our legal-moral systems
to notice, and give germane standing, to Lovelock’s Gaian Hypothesis
that multicultural Earth is a globally sentient ecosystem
capable of internal/external balancing health care,
evolutionary regenerative development
through complex organically organized sentience,
ecosystemically communicating awareness
between subclimates managing our diverse property
and properties for competitive/cooperative
EitherOr/BothAnd
walled/webbed bicameral communion.

If our legal oaths,
moral allegiances,
were to understand
One nation, under God
as also
One of many interdependent nations
and a few continents
and oceans
within Earth’s sentient integrity
of ecotherapeutic properties,

I wonder if punishing and fragmenting judgment systems
would fade into second place,
deferring to primal natural justice
for restoring healthy sentient relationships
between Earth’s propertied tribes,
species,
elements,

Could natural/spiritual legal properties
swing back toward universally uniting
what could not be healthy secular/sacred divided
by health-intelligent
Earth’s most sentient-wealthy beings?

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Pain in the Butt

The hater with the gun,
the loafing lover
with all my fun,
may be horrid,
too florid,

And may, like me,
merely want to be effective,
a dramatic part, affective
on and in this great staged show
we share
and sometimes care to listen
and too often speak
and shoot off too deadly much.

When we want to blow up competitively fast,
we go it alone,
as universally hungry egos.

When we want to go far
we go together,
cooperatively ego/eco-united.

When we want to go fast and far
we travel together
synergy’s intentional resilience
quickly listening for cooperative warm resonance.

Active lovers
together having all our fast fun
remelting cooperative plowshares
from hot and steely guns.

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The UnAlter Call

Our UU ecofeminist minister
was verbally accosted one Sunday morning
after celebrating multicultural peace
and respect
and integrity
sufficient to restore private ego- and public eco-justice.

This was far too much to take in,
to peacefully and holistically rake in,
for a visiting,
perhaps stalking,
apartheid anti-socialist

Whose most engaging
personable mentors and teachers
had already shared the correct win/lose answers,
either true or false,
either sacred or secular,
either spiritual strength or natural relativistic evil
of right-brain’s both/and integral tolerance-stretching levels,

Which his left-brain never over-indulges
much less dances
or sings with,
in multicultural head and heart voice.

So he angrily confronted
our UU minister
with “You must not tolerate such eclectic multicultural celebration!
These and those deviants are too wounded by original sin
for God to authoritatively save
from your universally wrong uniting perdition.
We need non-partitioned apartheid to sever us best
from those others, too wildly sensual and sinful worst
misbegotten creatures of Satan!”

“I cannot tolerate such radical integrity
or even, maybe odd, tolerance
to sing and dance,
to sit and pray,
to stand and march
polypathically and polyphonically together.
Especially on a sacred Sunday morning
when you should be worshiping God of time’s revolutionary creation,
polyculturally completed in seven 24-hour days
and monotheistic nights.”

“You should be on your knees
to the One true jealous and punishing win/lose Father!”

Our ordained covenant-keeper of universal resonance
and unitarian resilience,
concerned about whether Father MonoGod might be left-brain armed,
informed her avowed antagonist,
a clear and way too present threat
to building interdependent win/win webs
where all his win/lose walled-off answers
somberly declared ‘don’t even think about feeling deviantly
about anything!’

“Like you
I do not tolerate intolerance
when it is shouted against me,
but perhaps when morally appropriate boundaries for tolerance are asked
and invited for discussion
while actually hoping for some response
that could include all of us
if willing to change enough
to tolerate compassionate criticism
for not beginning with questions “Why?”
before providing answers to What
you and I must not find
appropriate to tolerate.”

Then she asked me to drum our drums
and sing a healing song
while she danced and shook a consecrated rattle
in smoky incensed circles
like any witch doctor might think to sternly do,

Whether tongue in cheek
or not
I could not say,
as I was singing
and beating her rhythms
with integrity of tolerance,
in mutual celebration
of great transitional nudging questions

And not not knotted paradox
of not tolerating double-bound intolerance
within as not without

And hating haters
which seems difficult for consistent self-esteem
and win-me/win-you co-integration,
or even win-left/win-right ego/eco-transubstantiation.

Our mono-supreme nationalist,
hater of radical sabbath love,
did not speak of his surprise
but effectively and affectively acted
with discomforted exit
and discomforting alarm.

I’m sure with many questions
but probably not better ones
than his pre-existing either/or condition
would allow in tolerable responses.

Which seems sad.
A lost opportunity,
for our ego/ecofeminist minister
and music me,
to nudge and stretch and grow
our tolerant co-integrity

To tolerate violating answers
to win/win questions
he, then we,
forgot to ask
about this paradox of hating haters
and only loving privileged lovers

Reminding me of several songs
about growing in love with love’s mankind,
but not sabbath people
in heat against hate,
sad about despair,
glad about integrity of wealthy mental health.

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