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TransCuriosity

That’s queer!
said transculturing Curiosity,
peering out Her sacred big-boxed window
panes of misty white fog
gently covering her view
of upstream tiding River’s
mysterious grey
reverse time flow

Sometimes,

OK, really too often,
I could use more courageous exercise

But, Other times
I’m more content, inviting compassionate awareness
of Earth’s queer tidal rivers,
surfing sacred oceans
surrounding anthropocentric privileged Kingdoms

Patristic Empires already capable of replaying WinWin
with both holy bicameral Hands
of better monetized Nature/Spirit Balance
blue/green indigenously wise reconnection
ComPassion ReEducation.

I tire of ageing while standing
inside here now still gazing outside
where all my best copassioned sexual imagination
interdependent neuro-sensory anticipation/anxiety
intersectionally unfolds,

Usually remarkably nonviolent
normatively win/win
without anthropatriarchal
StraightWhiteWesternMale
upstream privileged
reactions against TransIntegral EcoFeminists

My own uncurious RightBrain oppressed nudging
invites for healthier win/win both/and non-shunning
longs to divest of over-capitalized
RightWing patristic
LeftBrain queer dominatrix
curiously demented
EarthBound ManiFestering
GodWord Judging Justice
finds SacredEarth Rapture
compatible with TransMatricide.

MultiGenerational deep learning
ecosystemic education invites these curious Both/And
rivers of misty
RightBrain foggy felt mysteries
nuancing questioning comments
feeding and breeding
nonviolent multiculturing responses

My cooperatively owned QueenCuriosity
anticipates Win/Win cooperative dragging outcomes
predicting ecopolitical transregenderal,
scientifically inclusive,
collaborative communication research
and nutritional transitional change

For climatic rivers of resilient health
multi-tipping up and downstream points
inhaling
while already anticipating
transubstantiating win/win exhales
of re-inspiring recorrections,
great and small transtherapy
for blue/green health education
supporting our best
and brightest,
empowering
and enlightening wealth.

Curiosity naturally thirsts
for enspirited inspiring examples.
Let’s see…
Here (Laudato Si’, #102)
Pope Francis strategically asks,
“How could we not acknowledge the work of many
scientists
and engineers
who have provided alternatives
to make development sustainable?”

Strangely,
my simultaneous queer curiosity
invokes indigenous Nature/Spirit
felt trans-reversion Both/And also asks

How could healthy EarthMothers not acknowledge the work
and Win/Win strategically cooperative play
of many deductive
LeftBrain dominant exploring
capital-starving corporate scientists
and transcultural communication engineers
cooperatively designed mediation empowerers
facilitators
meditators
knowledge follows deep feeling teachers
nonviolent communicating parents
ego/eco-systemic trans-therapists

Who have, together, already provided
way more anthro-supremacist
over-capitalized patrilinear
monoculturally combative alternatives
to make militaristic
inhumane ballistic
LeftBrain On/Off technological Natures
-overpowering-
BothCause/AndEffectiveness co-arising organic-transpiraling Spirits;
thus, degenerating more unsustainable
inhumane
StraightWhiteWesternMale ecopolitical overdevelopment?

“What kind of skills will he or she need
in order to get a job,
understand what is happening around him
or her,
and navigate the maze of life?”
cooperatively researches
and competitively publishes
Yuval Noah Harari
titling 21 Lessons
for the 21st Century
in “Education” (p. 266)

Also transregeneratively asking,
to my troubled embodied
sensory-neural informed mind,
respiring information
and expiring transflowation,

What kind of multicultural communication skills
and polycultural nutrition systems
and health/wealth education networks
will we transcendently feel
and cooperatively want
in order to interconnect with EarthTribe’s win/win
cooperative EarthJustice trans-restory
gracefully co-inviting
sacred pro-blue/green healthy life vocations,

To understand what is locally happening
globally still fog-enshrouded grey around
upstream tidal pushing Him
and within downstream flowing Her

To win/win trans-remediate
co-facilitate
this multi-regenerational
complex space/time big-boxed maze
of co-empathic bicameral love is trans-cerebral life
as hate is apartheid death

In this secular LeftBrain HereSpace
and sacred RightBrain NowTime
yanged yintegrity,
blue/green unitarian
TransCuriously Substantiated Universe…

Still almost back to NonZero
Queer!
said transculturing Curiosity,
peering out Her sacred big-boxed window
silently suffering
grey fog-recovering panes.

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Muse WithOut Music

Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-violet negatives
doubly anticipating and anxious times.

Silent hearts invisible
blue quaking lines
not invincible
for surviving today’s healthiest sung purposes,

Yesterday’s
and tomorrow’s musical
deep learned meaning mystery
of living
vibrant
yet unsung
private
hidden history,

Muses of multigenerational culture,
healthy sweeping wealth
and pathological empty
muted stealth

Anxious to avoid loneliness,
a life not mattering,
sputtering,
splattering,
flattering
darkly saturnine,
not working out,
not playing around,
exercising bland premedicated
meditated consciousness
of silence

Within echoing
cacophonous languaged voices
of Earth’s regenerate Muse,
sometimes too desecrated degenerate,
yet always historic co-musicating,
mediating multicultic cultures,
violet
and nonviolent

Silence
between mused notations,
anxious and anticipating
mutations

Silent scored
red-hearted consciousness,
feeling empty when noted nonverbal
and then filling up time
and out
and over into voices
green positive
and ultra-violet negatives
anxious anticipating rhyme.

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A Place For Everyone

My EarthMom,
whom I worshiped without question
at least until age ten,
often repeated,
“A place for everything
and everything in its place.”

She was usually talking about kitchen tools,
but I took this issue of place
more personally.

By age ten,
I knew universal hospitality
and redemption
do not invite
or even intend
to include me.

Well-placed safe homes
exclude me,
out of place
in a heterosexual world view
and no natural
or spiritual place to hide
except trembling within demonic secrecy.

It took me awhile,
at least a couple decades
of shunning my beloved Mom

To realize my placement problem
has less to do with choosing to hide
in my out of place closet,
and everything to do
with unquestioned dogmatic homophobia
carrying on in the family room.

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Being (sh)”It”

It was there

right there

on woodland’s playground

when I first knew

something stirs very wrong.

 

I was blind to balls

hurled at me,

being It is not why I grow my mind and body,

or is it?

 

I am “It!”

or at least half It.

 

It and I play best alone.

He slows down

to notice ocean surf

waving back and forth

an ocean sighing Hi, then low,

creeping in and sucking out.

It both hugs and climbs trees

to the very top

on windy ways

to wave back.

 

Why is It so shy?

Or, am I hiding her-him,

I’m not sure,

some of both

but too androgynous Him

fears no one else notices

surf rolls in and reverses out.

 

It knows bi-natured law

prehensile full-bodied grasp

of organic life’s humorous ambiguity

creative ambivalence

righteous equivalent functions and flows

of yang with yin within,

as without,

below,

as above,

before,

as to come,

long,

as to belong now,

together.

 

It’s so hard to not love

not share

bare

expose cooperatively unbalancing It.

S/he is soo… much fun!

laughs with everyone

generous enough to return this fine favor.

It’s polypathic polyculturing

binomial binary buddha brain

saturates flowering rain

dissects words to heal disharmonic logos

through permacultured alchemy linguistics,

a language It fears to ultimately find

merely eisegetical,

 

It chooses Red Rover

over soccer,

plays teacher with girls

over driving trucks and trains,

thinks compulsively about this problem of evil

while watching Leave it to Beaver,

where Father Knows Best,

over pitching stones and driving tractor.

 

It feels older and wiser than Him

but they are born twins

or so it seems

but It mysteriously explores incarnating cycles,

watching double-funneling raincloud whirlwinds

wind wending Elder ways

etching whorlwaters in our sea of shared identity,

or is whipping wind following whirling water,

but certainly both?

It abhors stability,

but adores regenerating solidarity.

 

It mentors ecotherapy with trees and me,

shows me boundary issues and branch

functions and frequencies

between August’s Yangish fire

and winter’s quenching white snow and ice,

between autumn’s wind falling regenetic harvest

and spring’s diastolic succulent soil

decomposing nutrients

growing new perennial rings in this life’s tree,

new leaves of grass-fed hope

new polyculture basic, simple-rich compost

new incarnating multisystemic

ecotherapeutic grace,

responsive

resolving

resonant within evil’s missing

non-polynomial dislogical pace,

new flowers and fruit

for Eden’s farm.

 

Did I just call It a fruit

out loud?

Shit happens inside our playground,

while planning more polyculturally redemptive lives.

 

 

 

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