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Imagine Perfect Thanksgiving

Imagine you live in a daily environment
where and when everything you like
is already yours if you simply ask with gratitude,
and is more frustratingly ungraspable
if you cannot acquire sufficient gratitude to ask.

And, it doesn’t even matter whom you ask.
So you need not be troubled by complexities,
historically epic narratives,
about who owns what,
and who does not,
because everyone you meet knows it is their vocation,
it is among their reasons for being,
to give you whatever you want
whenever you want it with sufficient gratitude.

How might you respond to such power and riches,
to both give and to receive
in an exchange economy
that only values gratitude?

How might we gratuitously seed our fertile black soils
and sparkling clear clean rivers,
and smile back at our perfectly protective blue sky?

I don’t imagine this gratitude power
is magical.
I would not want power to be someone else.
I could not gratefully behold beautiful body
great mind perfection
and also gratefully want to possess that mindbody.

You do have the power to ask them, with gratitude,
to help you see and hear and smell and taste their beauty,
but not to own other organic bodies
without sufficient independent power
to appreciate gratitude of desire

Becoming safely healthy polyvagal powers with others
grateful for our mutually grateful compassion,
vulnerability,
cooperatively trusting co-investments,
because your powers of acquisition
are constrained only by this fair exchange economy
of mutual free-will gratitude.

Imagine, as you mature in wanting control,
the organic chemistry of mutually engaged gratitude
when you were an unwounded infant,
without fear of competitively unresponsive
ingratitude

A polycultural pronoia economy
of positive attitudes
without any learned possibility
of experiencing negative ingratitude.

Imagine how you might have heard:
You can be anyone you desire to become
with sufficient gratitude.
You have cooperative powers
to acquire whatever you can gratefully imagine,
as innocent of longing for the unattainable
as an unborn infant

Imagine, from birth,
this divinely human experience
of continuously
relentlessly
without fear-inducing exception
without blame or shame
without negative judgment
becoming whom
and having whatever we wish for
within an ecology of mutually extending gratitude
perfectly predictable trust
having only felt warmly appreciated mutual regard

Without any magical wonder
or mysterious awe
that you are not discontinuously struggling
sometimes longing
needing to break through dispassionate unpleasant feelings
to become whom and have what other organic beings
do not gratefully wish for you.

Imagine that self-gratitude
automatically generates
re-evaluated other-gratitude,
and vice-versa
self-as-also-other regenerating gratitude.

Imagine you are a healthy organic body
with a wealthy sacred mind
living love where and when
all you can gratefully take in
is ours to give each grateful trusting other.

What happens in your imaginative chemistries
when Win v Lose games of Keep Away
revert into Win-Win nondualistic games of Give Away,
but only when productive for
and consumptive of
co-empathic gratitude?

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Liberating Addiction

I need to talk about addictions,
about my addiction issues,
and maybe yours.

Addiction gets a deserved bad rap
but that doesn’t mean we have no more
than mean-spirited possibilities.

Our first addiction,
and, for the lucky ones,
the functional extended multigenerational
multicultural families
and liberating tribes,
also the last,
is love.

Love,
hidden or wide unwalled open
for another human,
another species,
another culture,
another part of Earth,
and other, costly
medicinal substitutes,

Drugs and alcohol,
guns and loud danger,
cars and sex,
coffee
and comfort
and convenience,
beauty
and enlightenment
and luxury,
notoriety
and money
and security,
all poor substitutes
for the nurturing feel
and natural touch,
nutritional smell and taste,
native sight and sounds
of love.

I have two issues
with addiction.
One is my obsessive-compulsive need
for my next, even better, fix
what’s broken.

I find it humbling
to be cravenly overpowered
by physical and mental,
natural and spiritual, want,

By my longing to climax
resiliently
resonantly
universally embraced by Earth’s most incarnate
and eternal
esteem,
communion,
co-passion.

But, physical addiction
can be softened,
eased,
healed more readily
and stadily
if not for my shame
and hide in the closet
self-judgment,

If not for my weak
and sinful shadow nature,
My need to hide
my darkest fruit truths
about not being in control
of my own autonomous will power.

And, so it is,
I hide my greatest weakness,
my greatest internalized enemy,
and thereby feed and water feelings
of guilt,
self-blame shame,

A failure to grow vulnerable love for others
I cannot see in naked love
and truth
and transparent beauty
because I fear to meet judging eyes
and minds,
voices
conserving dismissive choices.

Secret addictions
have all my darkest powers
of steadfast
and cyclical disempowerment.

Acknowledged addictions
I can call out courageously,
then curiously explore
with my housemates,
neighbors,
teachers and parents,
children and listeners,
supportive groups of similar addicts,
medicating absence of love’s
spiritual wealth
without natural walls.

Fears and angers spoken
and named
thereby weaken
as love swells
for positive addiction,

Which, as long as not risked
stays absent,
even from our healing selves
grasping mercy
for becoming merely mortal
and expecting my birthright
of a health wealthy society
good faith community
family
with multicultural addiction values
and unlovely disvalues

Summarized in GoldenRule behaviors
and positively addicted open
vulnerable
transparent
courageous
actively curious gratitude
attitudes of cooperative disclosure.

This power of my unhealthy addictions
lies more heavily in hiding my self
secret depressions
repressions
suppressions
dark impressions
that true and beautiful,
resonant and resilient love
is too far above
my emotional pay scale,
worthy of our co-redemption,

Too big a reach
to try to open up again,
to share my weak addictions
and strong compulsions
to feel and touch
taste and see
where love was lost
while pursuing lesser
hidden things.

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Walking Baby’s Journey

Taking baby steps these days,

they hurt less than leaps and bounds.

 

An unusually negative way of saying:

small steps feel more contenting right now,

than larger plans for different memories.

 

What are these larger plans for different memories

you back away from right now?

How might you hang onto this dream

or avoid this nightmare

while continuing with your contented smallish steps?

 

Could you write and story-tell yourself through both messages,

perhaps nesting one within the other,

usually the smaller steps within the larger praxis and storyline

like a personal journal entry,

nested within each Earth Day headline.

 

Of which hopes and dreams is your life iconic,

as it is,

and becomes obvious by simply unweaving your story backward,

back through Earth’s spacetime enculturing history.

How you are different and the same as your grandmother

is the most recent episode in your epic

of how you are different and the same as Grandmother Moon,

is the most recent episode

in the universal epic

of how you are different and the same as  your Elder cousins,

Sun and Earth,

Yang on Yin, yet again,

Fire’s dynamic effect on Water’s self-absorptive evaporation.

 

Let’s Spring those Baby Steps, girl!

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