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Worshiping Violence

God,
like Heaven and Earth,
could only be universally transcendent
creative energy

If also unitarian immanent
recreative integrity.

This may appear to be a glitch
to those who believe
we have a manifest divine destiny
to grow
grow
grow and multiply
without concurrent responsibility
to harmony within one shared web of life,
integrity strength with resilient flow.

Contrary to popular capitalistic opinion,
violence,
and threat thereof,
is not a win/lose zero-sum option,

Like slavery
and racism
and colonization,
power-overing is a much more toxic
lose/lose
vicious-encircling
lack of win/win
compassion-optioned choice-making.

Risky,
like choosing clothing-optional strategies
for vulnerable transparency

But,
without the sunburn
and danger of staring,
scaring small children.

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Make Earth Great Again

To make America great again
begins with recalling,
in capital cities red and blue,
public squares,
and wiki circles,
We are what health
and sickness we do.

To make Earth healthy again
might be a stunning start
to cooperate together, sustain
what and whom,
when and where and why no god or goddess
should invite us to take apart.

To make all souls wealthy again
could be a revolutionary end
to bring communal intent
back at last
from just around this next, or past
war-torn bend
of unwritten history,
life as peace-loved spend.

Matriarchal led toward revolution’s rebirth
of this less patriarchal nation
teaching ecology’s balancing truths,
peace for theological children
of deep and mighty sacred station.

Room enough to join all nations
to Make Earth Healthy Again
And yet far too crowded
to chant and jeer
at those we can violently outspend.

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Who Do We Appreciate?

Earth’s nature is sacred as a rooster,
crowing greetings
and today’s meetings
toward GodSun’s rise.

Sacred as a wolf
howling toward full moon light
feeding times
meeting crimes.

In between functionalist secular Yang
and radically abundant spirit of sacred Yin,
both greetings and meetings
feedings and howlings.

Humane sacred nature,
reified of all Earth
and all DNA/RNA regenerating puppies
and trees
and fish
and birds
and fires and raining baptisms
and fertile forests, then gardens,
made in god’s ecopolitically self-loving image,
yet even more clearly and profoundly and resonantly
uncovered within our mutually-held and harvested Health Creation Story
told as dipolar protagonists
co-arising prophets WinWin Gaming
to not LoseLose shame our deepest Elder Earth-soul,
recycling repurposing reweaving (0)Zen-Tao therapeutic
fractal-dialectal full-octave paradigms
of Basic Nutritional Enlightenment.

Light emerging through all Earth’s ecological health
polypathic biosystems,
beaver boddhisatva peace warningers
hard-slapping PostMillennial Climate Health Messiahs,
co-redeemers within/for ecopolitical solidarity.

 

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How Can You Say

How can you say
with your not quite straight face
that you neither know nor care
anything of God, or gods, or even exotic goddesses?

That’s like saying you don’t care for any love today,
or rain during a drought,
but thanks so very much for suggesting your best holistic medicine,
all the same,
all the grace-filled rain that came some other place and day.
Like saying you don’t enjoy music
and dance
and red and purple and pink and yellow bruised violet sunsets.

How could you not care about creative becoming?
Regeneration of life?
The future home of our grandchildren?
Health care and assurance?
Social securities?
Anti-social insecurities?
Ecopolitical war games
and creative multicultural nature-spirit communications,
living in and between peacefully Beloving Communities.

How can you pretend
with that half-smirk
that this Earth Goddess we are regenerating
is no one you could know
or care deeply about?
To co-redeem, co-mentor?
To love into health by divesting of that anthrocentric hypocrisy,
thinking we could name,
much less commodify, God without idealizing self-imaged YHWH.

Why would you take a pass
on exploring our shared fully humane divinity?

This could not be true
not really you
not the Self with Others past and future right now you
would most prefer to know.

How can you know
we’re not gods and goddesses
in our integrity?
in our potential for regenerativity?
economic and politically ecological
sync-tensegrity,
love of full-stretch multi-colored jazzy soul livity.

You know you want to dance and sing
as god and goddess
within and on,
for and of Mother Gorgeous Gaia’s
embryonic womb
through decompositionally recomposing,
transubstantiating dualdark tomb
of elational happy Golden Aging bliss.

Or, did I miss something
in that twinkling of your fertile sky?

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Terror Asylum

On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island’s warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine’s monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling mental-physical stately asylum carcasses,
sagging with trembling memories
of cultural inability
to remember empathic presence,
basic nature’s noticing of potentially present voices
speaking through cracked window and door frames,
peeling exterior landscapes,
collapsed roofs with rotten root foundations,
mumbly murmuring memories
of past river fogged-in days
and nights of terrorism,
ruled by despots of exegetical sanity
applauding wild bacchanal voices
jumping into tidal swollen,
then shrunken,
yet steady and wise-stately,
reasonable flow away out
toward wilder presence downstream
outstraining severed screams
of inpolitic madness.

Intended to grow up a school for sanity,
collaterally invested dust and decay emerged a prison
of abuse and neglect,
oppressively irrational exculturation.

Wild voices dismembering
loving presence of person,
too entrapped by past terrors,
chronic, climatic, psychotic prison
for muttering conversations between Ego’s Anger voice
berating left-handed fear of Fear ambivalence,
quivering recrimination reiterating through dungeon drugged nights,
layering medicated mindless attendance
over basic neural noticing,
thereby inducting rot
briefly intuiting tender absence of co-mentored narrow path
toward polypathic enculturation,
hiding in a forest
of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways,
seductive viral toxic infestation
of history weeded over.

On this other Thames
visitors violate serene gloom of despair,
turning our backs to return to safer grounds,
no less trespassing wilderness
but more profane,
slinking down an overcrowded river
of ubiquitous investment
in tumble-down sane urbanity.

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