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Sacred Stories

Telling
and retelling
our story,

Where we are from
and where we have gone
from there and here
and now
surprisingly uninfluenced by choice
and education,
nature nurturing where
and when,
why
and how, our story begins

When my voice speaks with SkyMother
and FatherSun, by mutual choice
personalities
only visible in prehistoric time,
then prophecies predict our eventual return,
by mutual choice,
to EarthBound enlightening Paradise.

When my story
begins with CreatorGod
in regenesis producing Heaven,
then Rapture is promise
to leave Earth
and return to SunGod
from which Earth originally came.

Whether God’s Kingdom
is at immediate immanent RightSacred hand,
Earth’s HolySpirit self-regenerating Love history,

Or more enlightened from transcendent Heavens above,
looking down with positive/negative/double-negative balancing
pre-judgment
on too cheaply commodified pervasive secularization
justifying missionary-zeal colonization
of hopeless/faith-filled,
helpless/assertive,
sin-filled/sun-drenched pagans,
nature/nurture worshipers,
EarthLovers,
depends on where and when we choose
to believe our own history significantly begins,
ends,
re-begins…

Whether in pre-historic myth
or pre-time interdependent democratic energy

Potential atomic health forces
and wave-linear nutritional flowstreams,
dreams my birthmother’s womb
prophesied predicting return
to EarthLove nurturing back
natured back
spirited back
to when today’s left-brain Business As Usual
Win/Lose
Either/Or thinking
co-arises rightbrain’s Win/Win
Both/And feeling
that where health is robustly appealing
therein lies a wealthy tipping point of origin

And
where wealth is leftbrain severed
from rightbrain healthy feeling,
nutritional,
communal,
compassionate integrity
of original ParadiseWomb experience
immanent ego developing
EarthMother transcendent
promises prophetic polypaths of health,

Therein lies ego/eco-therapy’s
vast immanent/transcendent potential
co-arising integrally originating wealth.

Interdependent awareness,
like environmental health,
values integrity
above fragmenting wealth,
cooperation
above competition,
most politically
economical,

Theologically
ecological.

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Redeemer Howl

Forgive me
for soundly sleeping while you silently weep,
for bold breathing while you belligerently wilt,
for heart beating strong and true
without you and yours,
dust fore-given free.

Challenge us
to never swim without you,
to always win to win rich blues,
love’s lusty inclusion,
heroic trust.

Relent me
for needing to win
on backs aching with loss
for balancing harmonic dross
while children drift to sea
sons and daughters without home
except hunger to live free.

Redeem me
with my up-front birth deposit
within a more nurturent wombing sea,
no choice specific to how I might be,
or not become,
a fairly well-fed lottery ticket
avoiding your draft for violence,
ballistic anger,
seasoning sorrow
for a tomorrow without rational hope
of better than today
or last,
with all those wished-for lasts before,
your chronic path through over-populated messages
that black
and brown
and red
and victimed,
and oppressed,
and unhealthy subliminal suppressed lives do not fucking matter,
poverty trends to eat our young
to digest in tumors of rich fat deposits
before children can leaven hope to ever fly together
through a deeper embracing ecology.

Know me,
your nature’s genetic parasite
afraid of my own absorption
within our regenetic forested wild
while I sleep
to the beat
of a defenseless child
born too soon for time’s enrapture,
born without face
that splatters through dull culture’s consciousness,
no matter
if some grow fatter
while flowers fade
and next year’s seeds cease speaking
within their silo tree,
while others climb her privileged branches
to grow free.

Free me,
from this relentless suboptimizing justice,
for placing lack of empathy
where surplus of antipathy
breathed and smoldered more honestly,
relentlessly burning warrior hearts
in passioned love with eco-we,
reclaiming corporate integrity for ego-me,
free from investing in slow death silence,
quiet laissez-faire mediocrity,
free to live Earth’s incubator nest
of webbing life,
time’s space to be,
letting go of life alone at sea
to invest in fear of death as we
becoming, reconnecting me to echo Earth’s harmonic frequency,
to cosmic jazz-dance solar light of free,
with power to feel your beat as me.

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Cosmic Climax

It’s much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.

Either way,
I grow too small
non-existential
non-essential
undervalued and insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth’s glamorous backside;

Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of language
and full-octaned relationship toward
outside somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing endosymbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through diastolic Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear…
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward diastatic Eco-LoveChild prehension;
echoing across dia-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe’s Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain,
longing reconnected within universal belonging,
being primally related through
RNA’s coincidental Hollow Womb,
Earth’s self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched Mother’s space.

Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined

to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,

draining past generations
into future’s new-born hope,

to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth’s warm-roomed community;

reconnecting humane nature’s transactional economics
with sacred nature’s transcendent ecologics–

Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biologic forms of regenetic polyculture.

We’re much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved together.

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