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Deaf as Dusty Sanctuaries

“Therapeutic relationships
are made of healing voices
retelling stories,
strings of hopeful light
reweaving faith in future healthy climates.”

Writes the aging Muse
in her fusing bodymind
for future integral love stories

As she returns,
without pen or paper,
to her safest sanctuary since childhood,
her local public library.

Coming home to all these voices
written in volumes big and small,
wise through silly,
with faith in industrious publishers
hoping to invest in valued commercial art.

She soon feels dark
immensely dense
without precedent wrong,

Threatened
by what, exactly?
The silence of mortal fossils,
past commercial and liberal and conserving voices over-written
and under-told,
competing for too quickly dwindling immortality.

Surrounded by unsafe and temporary stories,
homes,
shelters,
epic icons of more and more,
faster and faster fading voices,
some quickly expired
minor meteors of flashing light,
while great classics,
from orthodox scripture parables
to heuristically wild pretense,
flow out of culture’s conserving conscious grasp
more slowly disenlightening hope
and faith
in permanent living climates,
housing,
communities,
species,
planets retelling stories
musing visitors
in formerly safe linguistic law and ordered safe spots,
WinWin promises
in an otherwise LoseLose world
of storied information
and disformation.

Ancient Muse’s newly desecrating sanctuary
now ages with deep dense degenerating dust,
rusty voices of old enslaved and devalued stories
which, if newly naked written down,
would be ignored far more than revisited
as no longer short-term competitive
in today’s transitionally amusing market
for entertaining throw-away great escapes
from hoary musing
not amusing
inside voices.

She leisurely longingly strolls to reweave
through Poetry
and Religion,
Liturgical Cooking
and Nutritious Fiction,
then Nurturing Philosophy
and Healthy Arts,
Crafts, light and dark,
and LeftBrain dominant Biography,
Children’s DeepLearning Literature
and Earth’s cooperative/competitive enculturing History.

As she passes
each densely grasping voice begins to murmur
until her inside potential voices echo
through her dying ears
and hopeless bleeding eyes
still belonging for creative surprise.

Looking and listening
for hope beyond her own too soon demise
of childhood
for reweaving what this Trickster racket
has not uniquely improvised
into competing climate voices
originally intended as cooperative multicultural chorus
reweaving weathered stories borrowed
and wounded,
bruised blue
yet mortally true,
green threads of hope still sanctuary secured
in ultra-violet musing tapestries
of dense dark dreaming
brighter future voices.

Therapeutic relationships
are made from healing voices
retelling stories,
strings of hopeful climate light
reweaving faith in future wealth of health.

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Seeking Sanctuary

Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here he meets his wife
and they have kids
who also have kids
now living the post-millennial nightmare
of what the TrumpCard worshiping U.S.
has most degeneratively isolationist become.

I mentioned that I had never been.
My made-in-Ireland newsboy hat
had only hung in U.S. pubs,
mostly not so green as we might wish,
and had only covered my North American dreams
of a more robust wealth
of future health
for myself
and my African American husband
and our four adopted brown-skin wounded kids
with mental and physical,
mind and body,
spirit and soul uncompetitive challenges.

Challenges now further threatened by bleak climate choices
to pursue RightWing Business As Assault
Competitions to extract Earth’s ecofeminist original values
faster
and faster
and harder thrusting against naked wombs,
angry and filled with fear
we cannot hoard enough power
against the Great Winter
of our own LeftBrain dominant
paranoid prophecy.

And increasingly schizophrenic,
don’t you sometimes inside-outside Voices think?
My new fellow diaspora migrant added,
cooperatively curious,
and not at all competitively overpowering.

Before cars
and planes
and trains,
Before carriages
and carts
and wheels
Irish moms and dads would never have imagined
their homes
as other than our future home,
as other than great-great grandkids home
as it was on into a distant WiseElder
health-rooting past projecting future health.

Diaspora dreams
would have been just for tribal survival reasons,
I suppose.
Which sounds eerily like how I feel
about my kids WiseElder future prospects
challenged by angry supremacist voices,
classically un-evangelical,
philosophically dividing sinful ego-natures
from virtuous eco-spirits…

Yet these are what God originally created together…
Well, I get sidetracked
when I gaze into this awesome abyss
of LeftBrain’s curious diaspora nature
returning to RightBrain spiritual sanctuary
of what paradise Earth could become
after Her diaspora integrity returns.

Where our children can EarthTribe thrive again
by cooperative work and play with our conservative challenges
mental and physical
theological and ecological
spiritual and natural
secular and sacred
liberal healthy while conserving wealth
of deep learning democracy
for challenged diaspora solidarity.

I think about leaving the U.S.
especially in the last couple weeks,
and the last couple years,
now that I think of empty hearts and diamonds adulation
while never once mentioning darker promises
of clubs
and non-elite spades for burying our drowned
and burned
and shot.

This feels less and less like a healthy
safe
cooperative democracy for my wounded diaspora kids
to learn how to play WinWin games
rather than WinLose patriarchal lies
against the cultural wealth potential of equality
for matriarchal
WiseElder
ecofeminist
healthy RightBrain curious climates…

Inclusive of wounded,
voiceless,
brown-skinned children.

Precisely.
Me Too,
my Irish diaspora friend
sadly added,
thinking about her own adult children
increasingly uncomfortable about their distance
dissonance
and lack of hope in co-investment,
fading faith in loyalty to EarthTribe’s diaspora
cooperatively engaging our co-migrating selves.

But my own dad’s
and mom’s journey
began in the MidWest,
and their mom and dads came from Europe,
and their moms and dads
came from migrant EarthTribes
before carriages
and carts
and diaspora enabling wheels.

Where could we go
that could guarantee safe and healthy water,
regenerate soil,
fresh and liberally democratic conserving sanctuary,
bicamerally resonant consciousness,
robust ecological with theological WinWin culture,
cooperative egalitarian intent and design,
restorative justice,
peace for planet,
plants,
and people?

I assume that’s a rhetorical diaspora question.

She invited me to a potluck dinner
in her non-Irish home.

I continued my journey
into our migrant gathering sanctuary,
wondering about souls and wonder and imagination
before curious carriages
and courageous carts
and even simple wheels,
when horses and trees were our whispering neighbors
and prophets predicting healthy grass and water
satisfying next seven regenerations
of challenged children
hoping for their healthy chances
to become tomorrow’s WiseElder sanctuaries.

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Domestic Voices

Virile green voices grow longer
louder
lasciviously livid,

Commanding her domesticating mind
to cut them off,
trim them down to size,
to prune and shape
manipulate

Show them and her who’s in charge
cooperating together
at just right
and fresh trimmed length
of light.

Inside Sunday sanctuary voices
hum over and around organic prelude pipes
Hoping she will ring our sacred sounds,
domesticating diverse delightful choices

Inviting her restless mind
to cut them in,
grow them up to fit size
to enchant ecstatic re-creations.

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Don’t Expect Integrity

Don’t speak of God’s redemptive healing
while practicing idolatrous competitions in fear,
and self-righteous anger,
and xenophobic hate.

Don’t expect voices for democratic integrity
from bodies raised for overpowering secular mendacity.

Don’t listen for wealthy cooperation indoors
where speakers shout in supremacy against healthy outdoor profits
and prophets.

Don’t anticipate ecological health
where no theological wealth
has gone before
to prepare love’s way.

Don’t expect us to invite your messages
without prior investment in cooperatively mediating channels.

Don’t hope for ecstatic transport
without enchanting communion.

Don’t hold faith in secular wonders
without first finding a sanctuary
caring for sacred awe.

Don’t hope for celebrating outdoor public voices
without divesting of competing inside private tyrants.

Don’t speak of love
while practicing hate
with tools of fear.

Don’t talk
where you have not yet walked.

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Love’s Great Sanctuaries

Those who win the day
are those who choose love
instead of hate.
Rev. Dr. William Barber

Those who exclude victim inclusion
disrupt everyday sanctuary
for addicted bully perpetrators,
not unlike ourselves.

Those who dream sanctuary all FullMoon night
are those who choose uniting integrity
instead of egocentric universal mendacity.

Those who win each Mr. and Ms. Christ day
are those who choose to believe
Christ was Jesus extended family name
instead of Hate,
evangelically disabling anthro-centrism,
fundamentalistic disassociating from messianic eco-restorations.

The magic of loving messiahs,
like the enchantment of Christmas,
is deeper LeftBrain learned and taught
as more about being fully present to healthy eco-wealth
To be less about becoming egocentrically full
of sufficient political presents for All.

Those who restore everyday magic
are those who choose MotherEarth Love
instead of negative ultra-violent patriarchal Hate
punishing sins and crimes
vengeance offensives against revenge
for sins against MotherEarth’s
health of Ms. ChristSoul–

Ecopolitically housed through history’s sanctuary cathedrals
cooperatively co-governed celebrations
for multicultural green reforesting projects
purposes
plans
procedures
policies
polypathic protests.

Deep learning sanctuaries
are ecologically therapeutic environments
are ecopolitically resilient regenerations
are GreenChrist Mentors
are EcoTherapeutic Bodhisattva Advocates.

Those who win each enchanting everyday
by choosing co-redemptive Love
over demi-urgent fundamental Hate
against healthy
multicultural
EarthSanctuary.

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EarthTribe Sanctuary

Bird chatter echoes mutual greetings
psalms reciting Other’s praising morning light
promising their co-enrapture of return
before light fades to dusk this night.

Birds echo cathedrals of tree majestic chatter,
underflight of bees and insect buzz growing conjoined refrain
evening’s glad sung massive eulogy
consecrates this flying day’s compline,
grace delight.

Liturgy of Earth flight song
echoes through shattering light,
entering as exiting each shared dark mythic night.

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