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Octaves for Belonging

I studied liturgical theology in seminary.
Even so, I was struck by the simplicity
of Robin Wall Kimmerer’s First Nation observation,
“Ceremony
is a vehicle
for belonging–
to a family,
to a people,
and to a land.”

But,
what is necessary difference,
if any,
between ceremony and life,
between liturgy and loving words
and actions,
between medicine
and healing therapy?

Language
is a vehicle
for RightBrain sacred personal meaning
and LeftBrain exegetical purpose–
for co-arising ethology of Earth’s sacred creation
and ecology of evolving and revolving,
spiraling lands and oceans
speaking in plant through harvest voices,
then Advent silence in-between
this great secular-sacred nutritional cycle
and divide.

Language of four-dimensional RealTime Seasons
with sacred and secular co-arising dynamic Reasons,
cooperative purpose
for gift economies

Flowing back toward (0)Soul Prime Relational meaning
for bilateral revolutions
of exterior Yang winds
covering interior Yin co-bilateral evolutions
of Earth’s Sacred Baptismal Waters

Water minds
flowing
winding bodies.

Elder Sacred Right
speaks through ceremonies
of cooperative light,
ethology of Western Grace
and Eastern Karma,
co-arising Sacred Ecology
of polypathic love,
surpassing any creed,
language,
ceremony

Both (0)Sum Prime Relational Source
but also divinely sacred expanding love,
more perfectly cooperative Unions,
radical ecopolitical Welfare
of a species
within Earth’s Great BiCameral Tribes

Speaking sacred Right meaning
and secular Left purpose
of restoring co-redemptive global vocations,
ego- with eco-therapies,
meditative medications,
bilateral secular-sacred co-intelligent consciousness.

Some of this
goes a bit deeper and yet wider
than what I love most
about Ecological Liturgy Studies.
So,
consider our (0)Soul BiCameral Source,
breathing Yang meaning and purpose in and up,
exhaling Yin ceremony and therapy out and down

Left 4dimensional SpaceTime Special Case,
Right Sacred PolyPathic OtherWise.

 

Kimmerer quote from “Braiding Sweetgrass” p. 37.

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WinWin Invested Wombs

Before dimensional
discontinuous investment returns
of MotherLand
there was a water womb
of continuous gifts
growing through primal matriarchal relationship
of deep gifting vulnerability.

Intimate wonder comes prior to thoughts
of becoming more deeply connected,
invested,
in both natural and spiritual ways.

Warm water womb
births landscapes
for exploring nature-spirits,
whether emerging from a distended womb
or a fertile egg
or a vulnerable seed
filled with wondrous unfolding potential integrities
of previously well-Landed interrelationships.

Restorative justice and peace
originates here,
in water’s intimate embryo
fueled by a gift economy of WinWin Wonder
predicting politically powerful cooperative relationships
should we Land
and continue regeneratiing
restoring Zero-Sum balance
love
harmony
grace
synergy
between Yang passions of well-wombed egos
and yin’s restorative wombs
sufficient
perfect
nutritional nurturing integrity
of purpose
with healthy intent,
vocations reweaving wealthy Landed cultures
born of EarthMother’s vulnerable
intimate politically double-bound warm waters.

For there to be retributive Land beneath our exhausted feet
there was first restorative water
to welcome our potential gifts.

For us to become filled with Earth’s spatial wonders
there was first a timeless bilateral gift economy,
sufficiency as grace
through vulnerable sacred nurturing,
secular nutritioning,
WinWin dipolar exchanges,
wealth of healthing Wonder.

Before the dualism of landscapes
there was water immersion.
Before restorative water,
waves of redistributive winds.
Before winds of time and change and revolutions,
sacred WinWin Wonder.

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Tree Flying

Watching each moment,
as high as bone and flesh weight allow,
in my low-limbed high-rise chestnut tree,
immersed in meadow sea of bird-flight creation,
I hope to hear our past
folding back to inform empathic feeling.
A memory,
a smile with bemusing frown.

I become benign prey
of watcher’s warm, yet sometimes too distant stale, intent.
Grace absorbs
through warm skin sky
up and out into warmer guts of flying synergy.

These are my claim on graced Elders
watching in my direction
only when I remember to notice them
waving, oscillating, spinning in and through and by me.
Informing my inner space and flow,
settling my Earthly tenacious rooted infrastructure.

Elixir of warm August humid breezes
breathing watchers in;
breathing echo watched insides reversed out
to feed these weaving sultry leaves.

If I notice empathic trust
then I am gratefully watched.
When I am grateful for in-between prehension
then I am gracefully watching ecotherapeutic us,
together,
tree and me,
riding just-us under tallest canopy of waving leafy branches,
floating Elder trees,
flying breeze
forever.

We are weaving won
waving out
surfing slowly back toward wind-stormed sun.

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Cardinal Dance

Dance with wind’s breezing flow
blowing in as out,
breathing out then in again
hands and feet extremities of life breath’s hard felt flow
swimming rich with culture’s rhythmic flight
dance of natural spirits timing
red cardinal patterns perching
breath flight moments
held upon fragrant lilac parasols
for sunlighting branches
glowing down into deep elder grey rivers
of hard-shelled sappy gravity
growing dancing in and out
thru eyes without flow in
while breathing life’s dance out.

Dancing rhythmic breaths and bloods,
nurture revolving rivers
of Earth’s ecodancing sufis,
lilac trees with winding sap
from earth-souled root systems
dance flowing life’s swirling
collateral content.
Dancing breath embodies wind
breathing Earth’s flee and flow without
sighted flights of echo image
flying red thru dancing lilacs.

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March Blues River

Rivers of bluesy-greyscale river
flow through her understoried gaze,
sometimes too turbulent,
occasionally too still,
even for her Elder memory stream
with sluggish circulating economy
surrounded by surface-molding
way overly-competitive political
bicameral imbalance and equivocation,
or some days it just feels that way to her,
facing windblown cold effacing light.

Nearing to her share of winter’s oceanic nurture-time,
sea’s streaming into surf’s elation
dilating over gravitas,
tidal flow streams below,
within her Great River of rivers of long-wet time
flowing yet surfing out and up
back and forth
surging heavens and slugging Others,
singing and dancing
eating and absorbing
stressing and struggling,
remembering undertow story
of WaterPlant-ReGeneration
incarnate need to flow back home again
into Earth’s oceanic flow of warm-lit light.

Back to this grey-blues suffering river,
from where this river’s story began
to flow through
her dipolar bifolding BeLovedTime
polyneural balance,
bilaterally waving within March light’s warm
cooperative-bicameral ecoconsciousness,
therapeutic-regenerate enculturing,
eco-mentoring,
frequently windy,
ecosystemic river of life self-identity,
heavy then light,
old then young again,
searching underwater mountains
of lava light’s rich regenerate reward
from whence wet-wave nutrient flow-streams
correlations
co-arising elations
as yummy balanced speed,
regenerating time as warm-love intent
EcoTime derived.

March greyriver blues
jonesing for a warm bright drama volcano,
or maybe just more low-fat granola in plain yogurt,
in front of her more comforting March
noticing nutrient streams
within wood stove’s flaming carbon plates
down below those cooling wet mountains.

Wonders of heat and time
radiate her naked face and hands
creating rivers of flowing memory
as nutrition-delivery intent
drifting grey-blues suffering Elder Rivers.

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Marching EgoWinds

Note to PostMillennial God of Time:

Your human race exhausts ourselves
and our home
and our extended DNA/RNA family
and our soul-soil
and our blood-water flow of ecotherapeutic life
and our healthy integrative atmosphere.

What was Anger and FearFilled Memory of Heaven
has fallen upon Earth
a venial parasite
with rapacious competitive intent
to absorb the very last drop of hope
out of PreMillennial economic-industrial development
and politically faithless degenerate futures
for PostMillennial divestment
of your sacred cooperative-regenerate Wisdom vestments.

But, your continuously divine intent and practice,
your eco-vocation
to love each moment
born of past
just a bit more elationally,
co-relationally,
than we would without its baggaged past
and yet just a bit less
than its co-arising intent
toward regenerate Heaven on nondual healthy Earth,
Tribes advocating for PostMillennial cooperating networks
more than competing root systems,
global gods and goddesses
of bicameral eco-empathic loving CoPresent Time.

Why does such ecological healthy inclusive love
exhaust your sacred Time’s greatest lovers?
How could such profound integrity
so profoundly isolate
within co-arising and coincidental polypathy,
enculturing voices and divine integrity’s designs?

Information eco-functions in-empathic-telligence
blending bicameral positive evolution of love toward peace,
by struggling and suffering with dualdark angry PreMillennial,
painful birth,
and fear of post-climatic Millennialism,
static ego/anthro/”Earth”encultured death.

PostMillennial Gods and Goddesses of Time’s incarnate body
exhaustively repurpose PreMillennial Tribes of DNA/RNA double-binding EcoMind,
surfing bilaterally primal power of discontinuous enclosing prisons,
closed-set metasystems,
yet wildly suffering flows elational,
positive-midway double-negative in revolutionary scientific retrospect,
evolution branching spaciating time’s eco-birth
through and of and in and by and for each moment
of Ego’s co-messianic post-millennial death
of fear of Time’s co-gravitating absence.

Completely purgative,
your universal smooth-structured metaphysique of lovely synergy,
primal relationship of understoried creation,
between as within each pre- with post-Earth enthymeme,
health loving,
integral intuition
of dipolar dialectic diastatic vocation,
rolling toward hope for cooperating lives
yet terrified to let go
of Ego’s discontinuous
disintegrating
decomposing lively deaths
of co-incarnate Memory,
EcoNorms of God Love,
democratically ubiquitous,
global co-arising equity of faith,
yet solely present-tense accessible,
EcoPresent Diastolic
Becoming/Being
Longing/Belonging TaoTime.

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February Winds

Sunday morning
time for sabbath sacraments.

He steps out into a gusty wind,
some fat splattering sweeps of raindrops
falling across his porch roof
on down through the roaring river valley,
forcing, then ebbing
storm of February wind with rain,
a wondrous primal pair,
he adores.

The birds have started liturgical dance
and songs of ritual and regeneration
without him.
Already flying up in quick dives of floating play
with speaking time,
singing back to Brother Wind
howling on his way.

Calling, chanting cantors, conjoining
swelling sacred song of anti-gravity
for co-arising blissful sweeps of sound,
karmic atmosphere swirling time-rich
sacred rites across his house-bound skin.

Sound of incense sweeps down his river,
north to south with warmer hopes and economic intentions,
reminding it was his time for political baptism.

She incanted from the bathtub
in short gusts of warm blast enculturation,
joining his internal gospel choir,
chirping her oppositional descant
challenging and prophesying and occupying
in full-voiced roar of need
as want
right now,
and seldom bothering a please,
much less a thanks
for caring as best he could
to hear her oppostional rhythms and patterns,
irritating flows of hard-blown breath
with attitude.

Storming and brewing
birds cheering rage in her brain
shouting at co-arising gravity
to blow another way
with her exegetical universe,
her way,
the only way
she can imagine
to function in a reverse and upside down
political world of unheard powerlessness
when inside
she can only find her loud-voiced demands
to turn life around,
spin this slippery wind of Earth
to blow in her right liturgical way.

Baptism completes this wind drenched requiem
of full-life as anti-death survival
to cooperate this week’s regenerate vocational intent
and ecopolitical practice.

She joins her dad
for one last look
through jaundiced eye
at drenching rain that could fly back
from whence it came
if only wiser timed to start this day.

Birds now pray their benedictions
quietly in wind-protected nests
while he listens to swollen postlude protest
against co-gravitating time,
uprooting old rooted systems
decayed for newer octave use
as compost fading into swaying trees
waving back to join upriver’s grace of windblown time,
and forth to rejoin downriver’s centering roots
through February’s purging Earth
decomposing dance.

He closes his door to time’s external grace
to watch a smile warmly cross her chronic face
like a gust of refreshing wind
through a rainy karmic life.

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