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Reflections On Ancient Love

Long before sun light
was born from starkness

Long before Earth’s dawn
broiled unsteady hot star fire

Long before She filled
Her scarlet mind
with Yang’s high hills
time was this love

This ancient life
is reborn.

Long before our trees
greenly filled
Mother’s forests

Long before a wind
unsailed to sing
Earth’s wholesome songs

Long before She filled
Her turqjuoise mind
across Her seas,
time rewinds love

This ancient life
health born.

Long before Earth’s great chain
of being
forged ecocidal
egosystems

Long before a voice
could speak
divine creation

Long before She filled
Her bleeding heart
to grow a child
there is Earth’s love

This ancient life
wealth torn.

Long before a Truth
of love’s life
could be broken

Long before our wounds
were nailed upon a Mother Tree

Long before She laid Her body down
under His light
time spins this love

This ancient life
still born.

Wakeful each night
Greeting Earth’s dawning

Stubborn as trees
rebirthing burned
wounded hills

As we fill our healing minds
to hold Earth’s timeless time
This ancient love
Her aching life
flows stumbling on.

Note: This is a theological/ecological reflection on the lyrics to “This Ancient Love” words and music by Carolyn McDade, Copyright by Surtsey Publishing/ 1996, by Carolyn McDade.  These are the word choices I hear when speaking and singing Carolyn McDade’s beautiful composition. Not experienced, meant, intended as an improvement, update, or correction, but as a Both/And communion of sad sacred gratitude, in preparation for Earth Day, 2022.

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Surprising Elders

I wonder if there are Elders
wise
or more perennially surprised
who, looking back at their youth,
regret all their erotic time
invested in having peak
experiential sex,

And wish they had, instead,
done something, most anything,
more left brain dominant,
more theoretically
politically correct,
more economically prominent.

I so hope not.

Better off, I feel sure,
invested in abundant splatters of messy,
sometimes musical, health

Than overly divested
away from EarthTribe’s gloriously peaking race
carried away by abstemious matters
of more disciplined pace
for securing capital infested wealth.

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Healthy Compassion Parties

I am deeply concerned,
worried,
anxious
that We The Humane Healthy People
need to calmly
and firmly say:

The Republican NATIONAL Party
no longer supports:
Public Health,
Mental/Spiritual Health,
Planetary Climate Health,
Cognitive/Emotive Integrity
Resilient Economic Wealth
Healthy Democracy.

A therapeutic
redemptive revival
of a trusted
true
and patriotic
Grand Old MultiCultural Party
requires pruning back through historic
toxicity
to the Eisenhower administration
channeling the Lincolnesque longing
for a more civil discourse
between those who are enslaved,
those who feel economically
and politically oppressed,
between loyal adversaries
sure of a United State of commitment
to public wellbeing,
green environmental and economic prosperity,
empowering profoundly co-empathic public health
and conservational safety.

My own Michigan
white privileged
homophobic
evangelical ChosenPeople
monotheistic father
never would have voted for a Hillary Clinton,

And he never would have voted for a Donald Trump
because of Anti-Christian vainglorious pride
in having no experience,
including veteran experience,
defending humane health
and sacred social safety.

The RNC owes We
The MultiCultural Democratic People
an apology
and reparations,

A therapeutic
bipartisan peace plan
for national resilience,
for global green health,
and for ecological-economic safety,
sanity,
EarthResonant security.

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Cooperative Journeys

It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can

My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for light
water
deeper top soil,
but these pursue
optimizing cooperation
to jointly thrive,
not competition
to barely survive
trauma,
stress,
pain,
loss,
duress.

While sitting in the shade
looking over a host of community gardens
enlivened
and enriched
by cooperative community gardeners,

I recall business
and even public sector classrooms
worshiping at the win/lose altar
of capital investment

Sure,
without responsible question,
that at the end of our lifetime journey
we will be celebrated by our successful oppressions,
suppressions of the vanquishable
repressions of the feminist weak
within ourselves
our gardens
our families
and compassionate friends.

This has not been my experience,
that I am celebrated by,
and for,
those I have divested of
like obstacles to overpower,
mere consumer subjects
to satiate into silence,
to financially abuse,
to emotionally neglect.

Whether contemplating
another spring season
of cooperative community gardens
or harvesting reasons
at the end of a long midsummer dream

In which we are religiously celebrated
for our multicultural passions
and polycultural communion,
participating in EarthTribe’s
cooperatively redemptive journey
back toward green
pristine Eden.

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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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Shunning ElephanTowers

I invite all human kind
to shun Trumpeting Towers
because they are irrelevant
to all MeWe things therapeutic

And because
my depressing blues signs
and green songs
tell
and retell
ultra-nonviolet me

we don’t feed narcissistic
angry red
rabidly stampeding
ballistic elephants.

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When Wrong Goes Right

When bad choices
speak in wrong voices
delivering shame,
deserving shunning
and irrepressible self-blame,

Reconsider this jump
from bad choices
to “wrong” voices
unable to consider tomorrow’s
potential more right rejoices.

No one of us humans
has divine omnipotent might
to make all the right omniscient choices
spoken belatedly by unchosen judgment voices

To be omnipresently good
and regeneratively healthy
and impenetrably safe
for ourselves
for our loved ones
for our species
for our plants
and living planet
at all times,
in all multicultural inside places,
and polyculturally robust
outside wealthy spaces.

On better days,
well fed and watered and rested,
we may try more benevolent curiosity
about why feeling good
and healthy
can seem so frustratingly short
and insignificantly small
compared to long time
and large resources

Invested by patriarchal god-fearing
straight white corporate capitalists
to entertainingly seduce
and identity reduce
you into isolating bad faith consumer
feelings

Erupting in egocentric
left-hemisphere dominant voices
that habitually collapse
bad
unhealthy absence
of potential right hemisphere co-relational rejoices
into inevitably wrong
unwealthy feminist choices

Speaking in wrong voices
delivering shame
deserving dark fame
swamped by irrepressible self blame.

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Dervish EarthDance

I sometimes reconsider
all our politicians
and economists,

Not as party-line teachers,
or even dogmatic preachers,
instead of future forecasting,
co-infesting deep past
and present listening
with compassioning
co-empathic
therapeutic intent
to laugh and sing.

Who is not
at least a private health care politician
seeking to empower our constituencies
and not to disempower?

What responsible adult
is not at least a personal wealth economist?
Praying for divine enlightenment
and not so much
inhumane
depressing endarkenment?

Who has been
cause-effect
effectively recausing
counter-culturally
exposed to Buddhist master laughter?
Meditation in silly groups
feeling nearly giddy
with short-term relief
from mountainous depression
valleys of despair

Surprised,
perhaps dismayed,
that such a fake
pretending dervish exercise
might portend more
than our species’ economic
political
anti-ecological demise.

I further wonder
if all Earth’s depressed
suppressed
oppressed
repressed muted muses

Silenced
stunned
sunk by political sadness
dispiriting badness
economic madness
of Earth’s Great Transitional Pandemic

Might discipline our lonely
lethargic
neglected bodies
to dance
until our minds remember how to sing
and ring
ping and ding
a liturgy of sacred laughter things
together regathering

For re-empowering compassioned muses
enlightening sacred ecstatic economists,
co-investing companies and choirs
of moving
mindful
musicality,
harmony,
synergy,
win/win cooperative energy,
sufficient for eco-politically heart-felt
lung-filled integrity

To more reflectively reconsider
all our singing polities
and EarthDance economies
sanctifying dervish universities.

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The Choir Audition

Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?

Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh…
oozing round O’s
and singular Ah’s
free of mapping static lyrics

Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when too shy
of improvising bold
multiculturing unity

Harmony musing
amusing spontaneous drifts
and rifts
of EarthTribe’s light
bright woke-up
out loud power focus

Searching out deep whole-sum liturgies
of octaved musicality
we share
when fine-tuned to listen
for our not-so-silent breaths,
anticipating life’s next cooperatively felt
and politically co-empowering
story.

Songs of sacred circling lines
and whole systemic spaces
clever linearly written,
yet never speaking totally predicted sounds
resonant transcendent
anticipating in-between joy
and silent
nonviolent
resilience.

I wonder if she feels
as I sometimes can do
that muses nurture music
as abusers remain
narcissistically
patriarchally
capitalistically competitive,
unsympathetic

Lacking indigenous co-empathic wisdom,
Yang universal
Yintegral unitarian
musical integrity

Of Earth’s sound tribes flowing
songs and rhythms patterning
natural narratives,
curiously intimate Earth Day
anthems

Dancing spirited
taoistic breaths
bicamerally cooperative
contemplating solidarity
sung clarity

Under a zillion twinkling
zen core inkling
starlit choral nights.

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