Internal immanent powers
of panentheism
are nearly as traditionally endemic
to Western religious teachings
as is external transcendent light
of monotheism.
In scripture,
in Prince of Peace spiritual experience
and promise of Jesus’s teaching
rests prophecy of pentacostal panentheism
A radically liberating experience
of divinely manifest
Holonic Spirit
restoring peace
and global
inter-religious
multicultural
polycultural
resonantly polyphonic
resiliently polypathic justice.
Behind Summer’s fullness
richness,
nutritional and nurturing sunlight
empowering bounty
Lies another deep
darker sacred truth
of EarthTribe’s inevitable mortality,
death
loss
cosmic stress
universal trauma
MonoTheistic distrust,
disaster,
despair
of patriarchal supremacy
MonoPolistic colonizing,
divisive,
aggressive,
violent,
rapacious,
racist,
sexist
climatic pathology
MonoCulturing Straight Western Male
historic white
protagonist light
Against deep dark green
ecofeminist
co-passionate
co-empathic
co-arising bicameral
panentheistic empowering
harmonic mindful balance.
EarthTribal enlightenment.
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.”
Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing
Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned sadness.
Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration
Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.
Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
to further fertile emanations.
Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
again
Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation
Of panentheistic elegant Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick One
Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.
Glare at it.
Rake it in.
Sleep with it
if you dare
to care
without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.
What is this thing
called mortal love?
Yet not a Thing
at all
At least a Relationship,
Which, of course,
requires two or more
to adore-fully dance
or, divorcing,
fall
Back into Earth’s green ball
planting and replanting health
without one sign to recall
LeftBrain conserving dominance
preserving StraightWhiteMale prominence
throughout his-story’s clumsy appall
Peace brokers wondering,
How grows this integrity,
felt immortal passion
not not mortally unknown
after bodies
and before spirits
good health natured
co-arising All
These sacred relationships
for Earth’s immortal love
in one dynamic place,
passions springing forth
toward warm best known
recall.
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.
His life felt sick.
Filled with ick
And she was sighing,
inside dying.
Yet, when asked,
her response
entirely unresponsive,
“I’m fine.”
puts her compassionate listener
in a double-bind.
Do I ask her if she is intentionally lying
or irresponsibly
out of her self-isolating mind?
Neither one
feels more kind
and patient,
still, uncommunicating
and yet curious.
Could it be
she is embarrassed
about being merely mortal?
A caregiver
without sufficient tools
or even weapons
to assure EarthTribe’s
resonantly healthy non-confrontations
with degenerative trends
sometimes overwhelming
normal regenerative
narrative twists and bends,
A mother
who must only be
an omnipotent caregiver,
without sustained support
as one of us
co-arising care receivers?
What good is universal health care giving
without reciprocal
compassionate care receiving?
And, how could we,
why would we,
when should all Earth’s caregivers
deny our patriarchal climates
of pathology?
When our allies are sick
and filled with unanticipated ick.
As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.
I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn’t realign my four B’s,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt,
these four aligned
good government.
If you do
then I will tool
It is part of a spiraling dream
as I awake each skeptically reciprocating morning
remembering EarthTribe
no longer the same population
living within this remedial song
as when I went to bed
last lonely night.
A few of us have died.
A few have been new born.
And so it goes each morning
since I was that new born
win/win aligned
overwhelmed by all disconcerted Four-B wisdom
of older embodied dreams
awakening each dawn
to discover a few more have joined our Tribe,
coming along behind,
and a few more ahead
are now beyond any further potential
for re-aligning compassionate leadership
or even long-lived reciprocal hums
of silent fractal-B listening.
So I will go that last night
now leading those who listen
for swelling populations of EarthTribe Crystal-B
DNA voices
greeting each new born pioneer
conjoining us for this Earth retraining
turning
journey,
Vocation for wiser co-aligning Elders
as just normal aptic naptime for others
now win/win begun
for whom we join our minds as one
in
and with
and for
and of peacefilling gratitude.
I wonder
as I gaze toward gathering light
if our purist unity as EarthTribe
is only RightBrain known and felt in dreams
where insects and reptiles and mammals
like beans and corn and squash
like soil and water and climate
all process more nurturingly alike than separate,
more interdependently than empty of relationship,
without distinctions arising sexism,
without differences co-arising racism,
without asseverated appositions causing self-righteous violence
against Great Alien Unknowns
of past and future lives,
unless we also know these as unruly nightmares
begging to restore mercy
and thereby less necessity for harsh justice,
refueling patriarchal vengeance is ours!
As I feel for my glasses,
EarthTribe slowly shape-shifts repopulation
between each daily-nightly evolving frame
roundly rolling along spacetime’s polypathic avenues
becoming not exactly who we were
together yesterday,
as we have insufficient time
to quite grasp us all so much
in one timeless time,
just as, in RealTime
unlike Common UnLanguaged DreamTime,
we cannot quite get back
to (0)Sum original win/win reciprocal habitat
of spacetime’s full-blown climaxing revolution;
Still humbly home, disappointed yet again
in this Here
and already too past Now,
But,
maybe tomorrow night
this resonant resolution
may yet come to last
for tomorrow’s recast
EarthTribe poly-protagonist win winners
yet perpetually interdependent witnessing losers,
frighteningly and autonomously mortal
Underdogs,
both preferred unaligned bulldogs
and b-word misaligned maligned identities
of antagonizing eco-injustice dreams,
where Paradise Lost
looks more same than different
throughout today’s reborn
post-creolizing,
millennializing,
degenerating still
Through this timeless multi-speciating dream,
more double-binding darkish dawn
than simplistic ZeroSum win/lose,
either degeneration or regeneration,
for no one wakes up tomorrow entirely alone
and not to recreate gratitude for dawn’s newborn delight
in Four-B ego- and eco-alignments
more intersectionally flying together
than degeneratively and egotistically coming apart.
Where we embrace love,
Grief is as strong as death;
love lost.
Where we are afflicted with hate,
Gratitude is as strong as death;
loss wished for.
Grief rages against loss,
Yet gratitude lost
can become violently angered,
terrorist frightened
of present and future
as past’s reincarnate vulnerable pain.
Grief begins
felt in solitary vulnerability.
Gratitude eventually heals
through transparently shared solidarity.
Love is as strong as
mortality’s vulnerable weakness.
No more,
no less,
as these merge into one healing face
of gratitude for co-relational gain
more than mere absence of pain.
Habitual love,
Earth-inhabiting resonant life,
Eco-regenerativity
as strong as
Ego-relationality.
My autonomous ego’s life
feels unfinishable,
unthinkably mortal in future disconnection;
an unfinished compassion life,
unfinishable love,
an unpolished divine icon
of Earth’s self-promulgating creation,
recreation
becoming more articulately interdependent folks,
intersectional resacralizing populations,
self and other co-empowering creolization processors,
ego/eco-transubstantiating
north-western left hemisphere’s historic win/lose secularization.
Meanwhile,
our Gaian EarthMothers,
south past and eastern-future angelically co-present
Great Transition Troubadours
forever deepening sacred icons,
intersectional emissaries,
polypathic and polyphonic,
sacred MotherEarth becoming metaphorically global webbed,
rewoven away from left-hemisphere fashioned dualisms
of secularizing sacred both/and unity,
humanizing divine communion,
every day sanctuaried love-life,
Where pathological egocentric death
reconnects with healthy long-term compassionate communication
co-empathic communal deep listening
to learn nondualistic grief/gratitude re-education trends
bilaterally co-arising
unfinished articulation
still dynamically emanating
from unfinishable life
within Mother/Father EarthTribal His/HerStory.
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