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CareFueling Charges

I was charged with a misdemeanor,
based on witnesses
who imagined they heard me saying I was leaving
without a note,
even though I knew
I dinged a new red truck’s door.

I know they saw my oppositionally defiant daughter
and her careless caregiver like that
but that’s because they could not also imagine hearing

I was the driver ahead of them
holding out a 5 or 10
or even a 20,
if that was the least I had,
to any wounded person beside the road
wearing a self-made sign:
Homeless [unperson]
Please help me.

I cannot always pass
these dinged up opportunities to help.

You see I have an oldest son
now twenty-one
who is not quite right
and tries his best
but
finding and keeping a peaceful train of thought,
much less a long-term training job,
is hard for understudied him
and so he stays where he may be safely hidden
despite what resilient love can ill afford,
to rest on Other’s dime and time.

I never pass a chance to help
when need for help is obvious
as the tears we face
when humanity feels disgraced,
effaced by race,
knowing only left behind
to do the best I can
to ask us to be better, we can,
to help when They anxiously approach Us
with life’s disturbing concerns.

I make it my business to always try win/win
when someone’s in our loser mess.
It would be too out of co-empathic character
to know me as these have heard,
doing my best to avoid
a dinged your door responsibility,
because of a defiant mess I caused

I have no self-interest to not confess
and then open my eager to be warmed wallet,
already too long-suffering of privileged neglect.

But I do confess,
these are all my messes,
and yours as well.

We have too often acclimated
to this win/lose monopolistic culture,
where we do not actively care
for one another
outside our religious classrooms,
so not inside our codependent walls,
echoing with dispassionate either saved
or sinner,
not a winner.

I hope to heal your mess we cause
as gently and lovingly as I so hope
someone right now will find love’s faith to see
within my homeless not quite right son’s asking eyes:

Would you help me
fix us?
Do you know yet again
already,
we are in win/win grace together,
or we are out to fall and lose
winner v loser disgraced
apart?

If you see him
let him go
do not scold him
by his show

Be less mean and mad
in co-empathic care’s return.

Try with me to relearn
he’s done his almost best
to get Winner v Loser anxiety
more religiously right,
less desecrating wrong,
next irreligiously Othered time.

So feel free to lavish praise
on how close he might have come
to doing better healthcare wealth.
This helps him, and you,
feel and remember better kindness kin
and perhaps even rather less than worse
original dissociative sin.

It would be my misdemeanor
to not do my best
wherever I see our mess
and yet
I confess
I cannot always see sin
in this interdependent swaying way.

These watchers and listeners and speakers against me
must also misunderstand,
yet perhaps that’s all to life’s good

Makes me wonder
how they would re-imagine me
if they had recognized that old white guy in front,
stopped to say a privileged yes
to each unhoused
unloved
dinged up mess.

Could we all take and give
better time enough
to just say healthy yes
to wealthy benefits
of religiously straight
monopolistically white
patriarchal winners
re-engaging co-empathic win/win enrichment
with our internal Non-Othering
Gaia Hypothetical side.

On our best
doing our almost less mess
cooperatively co-passionate
interdependently reweaving
not dark night
and not worst play

sacred Earth still co-revolving
another organically living
lovely day.

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Primal Voices and Choices

Paranoia feeds on dark roots.
In full bloom, everything and everyone that happens against me
happens for a sinister conspiratorial reason.
This is my felt conjecture,
to which I respond
by struggling against trust
in Other’s monopolistic monocultural Wins,
so I might survive to tolerate
yet another scrappy day of paranoia.

Pronoia feeds on everything and everyone
not out to get me
but more in to let me
happen for a blessed season
with which I am invested to resonate,
including my fair share of struggling with,
but not against,
my WinLose enculturation
so we might thrive to mutually WinWin
yet another multiculturing
polypathic
Beloved Community Way.

This is our primal ecopolitical choice,
Both-And over Either-Or,
made each moment in time’s evolving articulation
deep learning incarnation
of days and nights
within this not-paranoia and not-pronoia
in-between identity,
risk with opportunity
conjectural life.

Conservative LeftBrain Either-Or
sees a bipolar world
of either I am saved
or demonic,
either I am part of the solution
or part of the problem,
either I am True
or I am False,
only pretending to be True
to get you to become False.

Liberating Elder RightBrain Both-And
fluid feelings
multi-sensually engage in a dipolar EarthTribe
in which I experience pronoia on healthy days
and paranoia on more challenging days,
I am an integral and authentic organic part
of EarthTribe’s living win/win resolution
and part of an irreligious ecocidal global problem,

I sometimes feel unconditional warm regard
with peak win/win opportunities to Trust
and usually also feel win/lose risks of MisTrust
and occasionally paranoid panic
with deep dissociative valleys
of shadows
of death,
lose/lose despairing DisTrust.

But, even should this become bipartisan political science,
bicameral neuropsychology,
bilaterally conjectured co-intelligence,
let us not delude ourselves into a hypnotic state of academic neutrality,
ambivalently pretending either choice is equally healthy,
when ecocidal outcomes are so clearly etched in patriarchal bones
of troubling dissociative history.

Love’s mutual promise clearly points toward evolutions
embracing elegant polyculturally resonant
healthy democratic systems furthering win/win wealth,
while paranoid fundamentalist God v Man terror
degenerates toward further traumatic pathology,
afraid of our own anthro-suprema-cast
dark blaming mind v shameful body

Conjecturing fundamentally irreligious
punishing
paranoid shadows.

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Valentine’s Day Resilience

Gratitude
for grace already received
is a robust measure of generosity.

Compassion scans for generosity’s fullness
felt within
as incarnated without

As dispassion predicts greed’s anxious emptiness.

Giving is physical and/or verbal
while generosity is mental and nonverbal.

Giving,
like loving,
hoping for a return of grace
within your lifetime’s future,
does not share
or stretch
your gift of generosity.

Giving,
hoping to receive in equal measure,
plus interest,
plus loyalty,
plus admiration for our generosity,
is an investment
which counts the cost
of risking loss

Not necessarily a failure of gratitude,
or love,
for oneself
as for Other,
and also
not an outward compassionate act
of inward
mind-nourishing generosity.

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Invoking Emmanuel

If now is your time
in this final threshold
between life
and death,
then this is our passion time,
remembered past
torn from imaged future.

I cannot bear this burden
this loss
this relinquishment of relationship
in which wealth fully invests
in knowing
and growing our love
together.

If now is our time,
I would accompany you
embrace you
full bodied
with these emphatic tears
of sad
sacred gratitude
for all we have been
togathering.

Not needing,
in this transition,
to bear tomorrow’s weight
adjusting to a crippling hole
in my heart,
gaping mind,
useless body
unable to touch you
with voice
and passionate loving choice.

If now is your time
to depart,
then we leave together
as far as our compassionate bodies
our co-emphatic minds
can yet embrace
this eternal
reverent severance space

Slow dancing,
soft breathing
in-between silent mortal dusk
and immortal dawn
of disembodied love

Becoming, already,
and much too soon,
some new emergent rebirth
of divine memories
within

As without,
touched by grace
written across each face
in which I may search
for your cherished trace
of reconnection
to this soulful time
and transition place

Interceding prayers
between daylight’s empowering life
and twilight’s disengaging death
apart.

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Getting To Old

I often hear,
“It’s tough getting old.”

I never hear
“It’s tougher not getting old”
because, I suppose,
those who might have spoken
from personal experience
are no longer with us.

I am becoming too familiar
with aches
pains
losses
loneliness
of ageing alone

All of which invite
my thought,
“It’s tough staying old”

And happy
healthy
unconditionally prosperous
elder wise
mindful
fully engaged
compassionately warm
win/win resilient

Anticipating this sufficient day
more than anxious
about tomorrow’s losses
pains
solitary encroaching disabilities,
dark nights.

That said,
staying old
feels much easier
and lighter
and brighter
and curiously mightier
than fighting
vying
trying to stay young.

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Settling Contentious Affairs

Guns,
and ballistic threats
don’t settle anything
They can’t,
more quickly
kill.

Mindfulness,
and compassion therapies,
might restore peace
We could
most inclusively
embrace.

Could our court
and prison
and police
and legislative systems
become more mindful,
less judgmental,
by restoring win/win hopeful health?

Rather than punishing
shadowed neurodiversity
and cognitive limitations
and post traumatic stress disorders
and attention deficit hyperactivity disorders
and poverty
and lack of affordable self-medication choices,

Retribution
revenge
assuming perpetrators had real-world powers
to choose
and chose badly
madly
sadly.

Court fines
and forced confinement
in bullying cultural environments,
and verbal abuse from guards
and cops
are not infractions
are not extractions
predations
crimes against healthy wealth
of possibilities
for restoring EarthTribe justice.

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Abortive Trauma Tales

When you and your wife visited,
you shared a question asked by a pastor
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
vulnerably young and questioning parishioner.

“If your unborn child survived
his first year
and walked back into your home
do you think you would still want to kill him?”

Probably not,
I’m thinking.
And,
perhaps more pastorally significant
and responsible,
how can we, in resilient compassion for ourselves
and for those who trespass against us
mitigate sacred rage
against ancient sins of our predative Fathers?

The next morning
over coffee and breakfast
your wife told a surprising story
of meeting a woman
in a Carolina church basement
who boldly claimed to be
an unapologetic pagan

Certainly not repenting;
more like recruiting

UnStraight out proud wiki
without thinking that might be an appropriate sin
for inviting healing prayer
rather than embracing
as if possessing a pure and virtuous soul
matriarchally regathering
HolyEarthPeace Spirits.

Your wife’s response
cautiously avoided Retribution Is Mine!
weaponized words,
another patriarchal sin of our historied Fathers

“I don’t think I’ve ever heard anyone say that before”
right out in public
toward lunchtime on a bright spring day
and certainly not in a ChristChurch basement

I silently wondered why your wife did not seem to feel
this pagan should be aborted

Stoned to death
or at least hanged
for defying the Good News
of Straight White King James
colonizing Jesus.

If there was a conversation about how many pagans may feel
about abortion of healthy tribal lives
or Great White Father rape,
or the somewhat wider history
of patriarchal predation against matriarchal wisdom
she did not mention such old crone witchery

Studying dark theistic codes of dueling history
usually tolerating abortions of Othered human lives
for exceptional survival reasons
emerging throughout traumatic transition years
for various viciously circling reasons

A well-capitalized
verbally articulate
personalized monotheistic God
might appear to be against
polytheistic Muses and Witches and Goddesses
within EarthTribe mind-spirited space,
political place,
economic race

On the Othered,
and safely aborted, hand
pantheistic spiritual commitments
supporting multicultural
animistic
pantheistic
panentheistic
polycultural respect
may more resiliently redevelop
sacred
sentient
holy spirited life
at the EarthTribal
universally uniting EarthPeace level
of sacred passion

Respect for our interdependent thriving lives
does not mean we are not also
abortionists to survive the trauma
of invasive felt predations,
biological
and ecological
and theological
and political.

Divine respect for co-infested fertile life
might include respect for death
and gratitude for EarthTribe lives sacrificed

As we hold hands
and bow our heads
with gratitude
for hungry stomachs satisfied,
for sacred quenching waters,
outs and ins of healthy bodies,
backs and forths of wealthy minds

With trust our thirst
for tribal trust
does not imply that when and what I swallow,
I abort

And do not also co-invest
in this our cooperative resilience

Health care giving
and receiving
EarthTribe sentient wealth

Respect for dark
deeply raging
patriarchal trauma
does not imply
disrespect for more therapeutic
matriarchal light.

And just so,
I reversely suppose,
universal peace
uniting holy spirited respect
for resilient
brilliant sentient life

Does not imply
disrespect for trauma,
despair
and death

Which I had been struggling with
when you and your wife visited,
and you shared your story
of a raped
and thereby pregnant
young and traumatized parishioner.

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Together Will We Part

Cells work is play
to resiliently thrive
only in organic systems.

Individual yolked cells
each with her own ego-governor
survive healthy together
and divide tragically apart

More like symbiotic regenerations
of surfing cantilevers
than degenerations
outside predations
storming waves
recolonizing cancers.

Transgendering
transubstantiating
transitions can be both

Too hard on ego yolks
and too soft for ecobodies
become some One boundaried else
while too soon severing
into not yet Zero

Sacrificed for tomorrow’s
unconditional regard
organically in-between
One secular EgoZone
and not yet Zero sacred
systemic EarthTribe soul

Remembering past memories
mindful of mind-cell fullness
side by side solidarity
re-imaging severed cells

Crests of history’s
great transitioning wave
from individual hot burning stars
to seas of cold
dead
dry dust

Awaiting wetter rust
for light and power
to co-arise
more resilient lust

Inside crusts
of ego loving centers
and their living eco-kin
becoming back and forth,
together and apart
again

Enlightenment
and death,
empowering cantilevers
losing out to expatriating cancers

Co-invested
ego risks of past power
and eco loss of future opportunities

Individuating
systems for regeneration
and recycling seasons
of privation

Therapy
and trauma,
health
and pathology

Unconditional regard
and conditioned
hardening cells
of disregard

For innocent Othered cells
whose work is also play
to resiliently thrive

Only in organic systems
unconditionally regarding
this enlightened
empowering day

Swings of Yang bright light
empowering Yin’s eternal sway.

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