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King Midas Trump

And all he touched turned to…

I wonder how Donald Trump thought
and felt
about his King Midas political narrative
at the time of his electoral college victory.

Well,
actually I don’t need to wonder.
He mentioned, once or twice,
how thrilled he was with well-marketed turnout
at his self-celebratory inauguration.

Still,
I wonder how these thoughts and feelings might compare
with King Midas despair
thoughts and golden touch feelings
after impeachment of his intentional neglect
for multiculturally inclusive
and healthy wealth of resilient GoldenRule communication
connected
co-attached interdependent values
of a democracy
built on robust and resilient trust.

For any narcissist,
this is a curiously compassionate dispassionate question,
but for a nationalistically successful executive
of win/lose competitions
precluding sight and sound and smell
of win/win green healthy cooperative organic structures
and empowerment platforms
for healthier climate multicultures,
even the GoldenRule is trumped
by GoldenTouch of toxic wealth
prejudicially measured as robust
regardless of absent compassionate health
made more resiliently resonant
through integrity of Left with Right winged golden balance,
equitable ratios
and interdependently blended elixirs
ego-RightWing ebbing
with eco-LeftWing flowing.

Seems to me I remember someone
saying something
about not storing up golden treasures
in trump towers
where moths
and bedbugs
and rust
can so easily spread
mold and moral bankruptcy.

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RearView Mirror

Why does a powerful moment of passion,
of inspiration
often feel like need for immediate ego-expiration,
harvesting over-filled compassion?

Why a need to breathe in
followed by back out exhalation
to share, virally spread
a tool for relationship-building
through impassioned out-pathic communication?

Why does a moment of life lived fully,
ecologically co-relational,
often feel accompanied by an ego-death copay?
Theologically disconnected,
released,
lost,
yet ecologically reconnecting
repurposing regenerations.

Why does quality of mortal health
come at quantitative cost
of immortal self-sacrifice?

Why does faith
lived fully in multiculturing community
often derive from win/lose fragmented loss
of over-powering theological confluence,

Why does
stagnant tolerance substitute for dynamic peace,
win/lose patience for win/win well-being,

Why do monotheistic aspirations replace catholic global consciousness,
and why does eternal damnation overcome timeless compassion?

Why does climate health
often feel like a reborn end
to global win/lose climates
of pathology?
Internal yin as external yang
right mind as co-present left brain
ecofeminist as non-patriarchal experience
green integrity as immortal red strength’s potential
resonance as harmonic
interdependently polyphonic as universally polypathic
past eulogy as promised future integrity?

Why mortality
of secularized, segregated ego
rather than immortality
of EarthTribe’s sacred trans-regenerations?

Why spatial polypathic quantities, degenerating
rather than
temporal polyphonic qualities, regenerating?

Why left brain either/or dominant
rather than
right mind both/and prominent
yang yintegrity?

Why zeroism’s empty future information
rather than zeroistic fully inspired past exformation?

Why depressive ego-dying
rather than impressive eco-living?

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Disempowering Missions

Begin
by composing grandly outsized mission statements,
“To end racism, ignorance, sin.”

Continue
to accept past win/lose separations,
divorces,
fragmentation
as tolerable compromises
while power-wrestling business as capitalistically, financially
and politically, socially, culturally, historically
and psychologically, individually, ego-systemically
and ecologically, tribally, communally, eco-systemically
and theologically usual competitions.
“My gospel,
self-empowering truth,
is more divinely inspired than yours.”
Rather than,
“How have our diverse gospels become inherited
from past compassionate win/win
divinely inclusive,
multiculturing SacredSources?”

Conclude
with all your old right answers
and not any newly shared curious
and open questions.

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Wealthy Communion

Our anti-racism, pro-polyculturing health
anti-egopatriarchy, pro-ecofeminist wealth
anti-homophobic, pro-trans-regenerative
anti-injustice Team, pro-restoring peace Organizers

Meet inside a viciously anti-outdoor
windowless
airless
music-less
museless
left-brain oppressively dominant room,
climate,
atmosphere,
attitude of ungratitude.

Two women I passionately admire,
would warmly accompany within any outdoor sacred space,
are doing their best to tolerate each win/lose Other
rather than actively extending curiosity
with each win/win AnOther potential integrity,

Noticing a difference between negative anticipatory weapons
and positively honing each Other’s communication tools
for win/win processing,
progressing solidarity that does not quickly
or easily,
comfortably, much less smugly,
dispassionately, or even ego-satisfactorily at peace
by inviting a short-term truce,
settling for continuing a win/lose communication walled history,
quick to celebrate remaining obvious win’wins
yet blind to risks of win/lose miscommunication
predicting long-term climate trends
of lose/lose chronically anxious anti-communion
dis-communication,
cognitive/affective
(ineffective for multicultural resonance)
dissonance.

I am not clear what to do,
how to intervene
to invite win/win reconsideration
without bombing our planning process,
and risking the mistrust of both strong and skilled women.

I’m new to this anti-racism/pro-multiculturing
sociological/ecological
co-relational inner/outer climate Team
for healing anthropological/ethological history,
for unraveling monoculturing excesses of humans
and weeds,
predators
unwilling to recognize balancing co-presence of prey,
secular thinkers
advancing sacred interdependent feelings.

It’s my first time meeting with,
listening to,
speaking with two of the five of us,
neither of which were the two
in a lose/lose chronic trend of trust
and positive communication
failure.

Yet I am also concerned
about our viability to engage our purpose statement:
“To end racism.”
Which feels like more than a quick and small win/win stretch
of even my most active no-longer-tolerating win/lose detente
imagination.

How will we immerse ourselves,
and help even just our local communities
compassionately and sustainably engage each other
in robust multiculturally trusting our mutual curiosities
across traditional monocultural communication divides,
long multigenerational histories of weakened communication loops,
lack of healthy ongoing inclusive relationships?
If two of our most skilled listeners,
compassionate speakers,
are not actively curious
about how we do
and do not
matter to each other
yet,
how we do
and do not
yet passionately trust
in each Other’s warmest win/win regard.

Perhaps if we had formed an outdoor planning circle
we might have noticed beauty communicated by egoless lilies
sharing a meadow,
anticipating resonance
and anxious warnings
of birdsong basking in peaceful warm sun
as primal message of co-attachment
accompaniment within,
between
among all restoring peace
as communal justice EarthTribes.

Perhaps we might have remembered forest intelligence;
A tree’s ecological root system,
developed to harvest and implant trusted nutrients,
And a tree’s theological sun-praising branch and leaf systems
developed to feed
and fuel
future regenerations of life,

Like right-brain old-rooted both/and discernment
to avoid our left-brain dominant either/or secular/sacred
outside/inside mistrusts
that Earth’s ecological nutrition communication
and theological sacred power relationships
could be anything more or less
than secular/sacred
outside/inside
cooperative win/win articulation
resonantly outside Earthed,
birthed inside through resiliently radiant light
co-passionately re-fueling
processing
mutually maturing
enriching courageous multicultural curiosity,
inside health
as intoned multicultural wealth outside;

Outdoors
as seasonally rhythmed indoors.

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Swing Low Sweet Chariot

One way
I know this afrocentric music,
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece,
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.

I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.

A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and polycultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth’s peace paradise.

A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song

Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler’s chariot,

Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home

To freedom’s too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,

Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.

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Inclusive Epiphany

Your euphony
sounds like my epiphany
he explicitly noted.

Your polypathic resilience
feels like my polyphonic resonance
she compassionately warmed and comforted,
nurtured and nutritioned.

Your theologically divine relationships,
progressions through historical multicultural experience
think and feel my ecologically natural communions,
processions through polyculturing anticipations,
s/he silently sang,
imaginatively danced,

Not for future performance,
but from past inclusive participations,
investments,
compassionate regenerations,
dispassionate degenerations,
passionate incinerations,

Euphonic epiphanies.

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Safe Space

Am I safe now?
Are we safe?

Is it safe to listen here?
To speak of over there?

Is Earth safe to sing?
Safe to dance with?
Safe for new birth?
To spin past romance?

Does life matter
if no one’s noticing?
Remembering?
If no one’s vocation
is to sacredly listen?
while all creation refills silent gaps.

Are we safe now?
Reborn silent angels,
angels of light,
pushing back this dark night.

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Invitations Are Out

The invitations are already out
for our local community dialogue
without need to shout or pout
about another straight white male monologue.

In fact,
as fiction,
we have taken a nearly unprecedented step
of inviting straight white males
over the maturing age of thirty
to show up in droves
to listen,
and not to speak.

Yes,
you have heard this invitation clearly
discriminating not against Business As Usual
but for Busyness as Listening.

Once we have our multicultural plan in place
for this local health racing space,
we may invite our silent witnesses
to share with us what they
and we, perhaps,
have learned
about wisdom voices of non-elites
fully empowered
while elite over-voiced microphones
remain reverently on mute.

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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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Fear InBetween Faith

Gratitude’s past grief
brief repast

When re-articulating grief
becomes transparently warm passion,
yet without terrifying overheated anger,
we are together filled with resonantly vulnerable sound
and traumatic sight,

Therein opens new possibilities,
avenues,
tides,
streams,
neurological highways
surfing for resiliently polypathic gratitude,

An experiential reminder,
a virtuous feedback loop,
in which daily reborn life intends love
extends above
down beyond,
deeply rooted within
all Other
awareness;

Grief of anciently fore-shadowed separation
to repair EarthTribe’s loyal gratitude.

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