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Pertinence of Compassion

Impertinence of Zealotry

Impertinence
reminds Roshi Susan Murphy,
refers not only to Trumpian rudeness,
but also irrelevance
to Earth’s Kingdom
at Compassionate Hand.

I was watching “Silence” last night
about zealous colonizing missionaries
learning creolizing compassion
of growing relevant to cultures
languages
indigenous to unwashed aliens
suffering the zealous impertinence
of selfishly empowered elites.

This, in turn,
reminded me of Trumpian impertinence
regarding health and safety defensive care
of a people,
a democratically inclusive nation,
but also,
in this time of growing climate pathologies,
a health-impassioned species

Interdependent with thousands of indigenous alien species,
all breathing air
just as fire ebbs and swells,
all drinking water
just as Earth’s skin absorbs
and impertinently dries out
burns out
plays out
compassion for human zealot impertinence
evaporated
like clean air
and pure and pertinent waters
of Earth’s primal baptism.

Impertinence is deaf and blind
and therefore zealously dumb
in abusive reaction against Earth’s relevant sacred health care voices
and creolizing intentions.

When Trumpians campaign and vote against ObamaCare
of pertinent compassion,
We are not bicamerally remembered,
heard
and felt
and supported
and well represented
by past legislating Democrats and Republicans
and all creolizing in between
who would not deny any creature
an Affordable HealthCare Act
should not be confused
with UnAffordable DeathSupporting Actions.

Including those most likely to suffer first
from lack of pure and pertinent drinking water
for people
and our interdependent plants,
and troubled by smoke and fires
zealously colonizing dried out compassions
for more bicameral creolic pertinence
in recent
better healthcare climates
wealthier past.

Wise and pertinent missionaries,
like all permacultural designers,
like all compassionate facilitators
of and for restoring therapeutic justice,
arrive on Earth’s frontier shores
of new adventures
in growing co-empathic love,

First to listen
and learn
indigenous health and climate care values and disvalues
already implanted
through Sacred MotherEarth’s
Green-Blue Voices

Speaking of what is least likely resonant
to violently and zealously forget
to see
and hear
and think
impertinence of rude Red
climates and internal landscapes

When surrounded still
by Earth’s creolizing Green-Blue chorus
of more quietly passioned living waters
and Restoring Peace Circles
regenerated near warming fires
under cold Advent FullMoon skies
pertinent with gracious light compassions.

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What Might Be Seen

Predication
greets sacred promise
for restoring peaceful justice.

Omnipresent predication
greets polypathic promise
for restoring love as grace-filling justice.

Omnipotently disintegrative powers
of HellFire prediction
too quickly settle for monoculturing retribution,
punishment
due to FallenNature’s past spiritual sins
in absence of paid-forward
gift economies
for notnot co-arising
Sacred Win-Win Grace.

This monoculturing
monotheistic Win-Lose path
is littered with remains,
fossils for patriarchal still-burning altars
and nuclear domestic ballistic economies
of traumatic retribution
rather than therapeutic salvation.

Even before nature-spirit polytheists emerged,
First RNA Nation Trees
within continental forests
held seasonal Earth renewal ceremonies,
water baptism healing circles,
cooperative nutrition networks.

Original forest societies
creolized healthy soil and air and water
rather than colonizing frontiers
with monoculturing missionary zeal
of empire-building vines and weeds
staging a violent strangling coupe
producing degenerative global outcomes.

Trees do not need,
or benefit from,
Fake-Messianic entitlements
to own appropriated property for a good public cause,
to enslave for a just war,
to exploit for a better financial return,
to colonize for greater nation-state empowerment,
to piratize the poor on behalf of the Pharisees,
to vanquish and destroy
Earth’s indigenous sacred wisdom.

A Nationalistic Manifest Destiny
not informed by natural-spiritual forest wisdom,
cannot be truthfully called
a Sacred Manifest Destiny
for all living residents.

Our continental
and trans-continental histories
of LeftBrain conquest
are also herstories
of RightBrain creolization,
of cooperative interrelationship understories,
of EarthCentric giving back integrity of ownership
to cooperatively invest
less in competitive EmpireBuilding,
Yang Triumphant Wealth
of YinForest sacred virgin oppression.

Nationalistic flags do not wave
for deep matriotic relationships
within and among forests.
Patriotic flags
are for naming and claiming,
for blaming and shaming Other’s flagging lack
of uniform patriotic competing relationships.

What Patriarchs
have claimed for HolyEmpire’s Manifest Destiny,
MatrioticForests resonate
with HolyPromised Land
already here
before RedCoats
lost to Blue and Grey UnCivil Commodification Coats
on our way toward military-industrialized camouflage
uniformly dissonant chaos
covering up fake-patriotic absence of integrity.

Purist WhiteHats and SupremacistCoats
waving flags of ownership
while killing native health
of older and wiser forests.

We renamed our sacred forest spirits
after mortal colonizers
with violently protected self-manifest destinies
giving themselves legal rights,
so remarkably generous!
to blow up natural-spiritual interdependence
in just a few degenerative decades,
denuding any sacred signs
of our humane-divine
extending family sacred interrelationships.

Green pastures and healthy waters
of supremacist patriotic destiny
are threatened by natural-spiritual deep relationship
now learning our humane-divine
left-right sacred balancing place.

Sensing LeftBrain entitlement
is no reasonable substitute
for RightBrain sacred authority,
responsibility,
accountability
to not degenerate Earth’s forests
and polluted oceans.

Democratic rights
and publicly agreed Constitutional wrongs
are on behalf of
cooperative sacred Welfare
of all enlightened resident Tribes and Species,
prohibiting rights to kill
as ballistic wrongs,
violently self-sadistic,

Far from actively seeking restorative EarthPeace
and True-Messiah CoRedemptive Justice.

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Morning Coffee

This pleasant morning I began
my retiring day as usual
with more reflective readings,
today from “Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia”
Rob Brezsny.

“In January 2003,
a Muslim gas station attendant saved a New York synagogue from arson
with his phone call to 911.
Pakistan immigrant Syed Ali watched as a man bought gasoline,
marched across the street,
and began dousing the front of the temple.
Police responded to Ali’s call in time to stop the crime.
Ali declined the mantle of hero saying
‘It was a sacred place he was going to destroy.’”
Geraldine Weis-Corbley, goodnewsnetwork.org

Geraldine is right
this is not news.
This is who we already are.

Nearly anyone in Ali’s shoes would have done the same.
Probably even Donald Trump would have called 911,
although would this be because it is a sacred place?

“As either violence [mutually-immune antipathy] or pleasure [blissful co-empathic trust] goes up, the other goes down.”
James W. Prescott

Violent absence of care comes from within
in response to hated feelings
of ego-diminishing displeasure without.

Pleasure comes in from co-empathic trust without
in response to multiculturing truths healthily syncing with beauty
empathically entrusting confluence within
from generation through generation
toward Time’s further evolution.

We all want to desensitize violent fears and aggressive angers from within.
We all want to resensitize to mutually-held and offered pleasures without,
even the awkward pleasures of calling 911
to watch the police lock up a real live Hater
and throw away the villain’s key.

We all want peace offerings of polycultural
multiculturally synergetic and magnificently transcendent beauty,
goodness
Earth-rooted moral-natural equivalence,
respect,
dignity,
mutually reassured trust,
massaged and absorbed and ringing-singing
through as many of our sensory receptors as possible,
extending our relatively monocultural-egocentric boundaries of co-empathic trust
for and with and of mutually nutritional caregiving,
as did Ali
in the story of the Hater v God’s Sacred People,
each yet another bicameral balancing sensory-empathic network story,
TaoMind as Humane Bodhisattva,
struggling with violence within
resisting co-empathic trust of Earth’s PolyCulturalingARingDinging
SacredGrace Offerings without.

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Tidal Rivers of Identity

This place
New England space
meets inside without
building forest skill character
wild native nakedness merged with puritan souls
enslaved by dark-skinning self-immolating magic
aboriginal roots of satiating suffered bliss,
Yankee hearts with naive freedoms
to imagine golden ages
accessible to each and all
huddling in fertile Enlightenment passion pastures
within nature’s coredemptive surf-songed light.

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Dancing Through

I would he could write,
or even speak,
as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty.
Confusing hybrid
not safely translated through static language,
these ecstatic moments
entered and left without external shadows,
remembered warmly but soulfully
in shyly smiling muscles
unwilling to let go of life
without breathing music,
refrains training love moments
passion trails of kicks
and balanced leaps of faith
Earth will hold these swirling bones
and arteries of flowing bliss
I must not write too raw
but dance
as if each cell could swell in angry love songs
big and small
fast through slow
up as down
around each day’s write
to dance abandoned freedom’s passion night.

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My Funny Little Revolution Game

In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player.

Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming.

In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy,
and pathology,
trends and order and political balance/imbalance,
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past Games
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.

Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with eco-reiterating-nested synaptic revolutions
and co-ebbing aptic mutual win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against Other.

Now, in Time’s anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as Other players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
strategic naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as postmillennial anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies of EarthTime.

In our love of eco-winning games
we play sometimes against cooperatively stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with Other natural loving life
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing together.

In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not regeneratively seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially Earth-centric tribe of team players.

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Choosing Time to Die

If I can choose my time to die
winter is my first choice
although I can imagine
any season could be good
for releasing ego’s hold
on my yet-individuated eco-consciousness,
should there be such a long-named thing
when I choose my time to die.

I would walk out through my trees
to caress and bid farewell
and thank them for this air we breathe
for their patience with my cut-down ways,
I would breathe my richest breath
into their root systems
as I walk on through these Trees
of Life and Death,
breathing through rich swells
of elation rooted Time.

I would lie down on the snow
under snowflakes blanketing this final nest
gathering owl’s rich medicine
listening to her echoing
WhoAreYou
night-ride voice
twinkling back into this miracle
of snow-flaking stars
twinkling blowing we us kisses through this path
lying down as cold and ego-bold as snow.

Co-falling
co-arising
timeless
Earth-membered
conscious choice of times we live
to give as freely as Earth’s snow.

Why does not not old and cold
equal timeless flowing eco-function diadancing,
snowing inviting invisible stars
of Advent’s rebirth light?

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