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Love Through All Seasons

What does it mean to you
to be loved
right here
where you live and breathe,
eat and occasionally shower?

What value would you give
my investment of mutual regard?

Do you know
you can love
and be loved
for who you are right now?
And for that sainted sinner
you inevitably will become,
and for all those you have been
since first I laid eyes on you,
and smelled you,
and listened for your still small
and large voices.

Love cannot be reduced
and confined
to just one tense,
or even two
with those we are committed to
and for;
And best spreads across
all four seasons
of sacred change.

Love is limited
only by mistrusting imagination,
WinLose dissonant assumption,
reductions of sacred organic integrity
to secular strategic mendacity,
deducted images distancing us
confining what I know and feel
for you and us up to now,

Not disregarding
or over-valuing
past and potential future
wealth for what feels safe for us today
to believe and hope,
our reviving health
tomorrow.

 

When winters hand out plastic bottled lemon juice
and grieving onions
too long endured,
I would like to trade some for limes
and grateful southern summer garlic
if you have those
to share.

Together
we might make lemon-lime local aid
and add community’s basic bullion
for regenerate harvest
building stone multiculturing soup,
green vegetarian
and redmeat simmering stews.

When life hands us lemons
and FixIt unpeeling onions
Earth invites rebirthing us
to re-imagine all four seasons
and three tenses together
our re-creolizing cacophany
with restoring beverage
of healthy re-changing choice
for loving peace as resilient ecojustice.

Love of who and what,
when and where,
and why until just us again,
revisiting community polycultural outdoor worship
during summer health-climax

And on through fall harvest,
and yet another inevitable winterish lemon
of creolizing discontent,
stuck inside
liturgical long-range extended family garden planning
plotting worshiping community love redevelopment,
global song and dance sacred restoration,
healthy-wealth of peace

As integrity of love
for WinWin organic choices
changing four-seasons from above
as below,
without
as within.

 

 

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Telling Stories

While there is no story at all
unless it has at least two sides,
when it comes to ego’s narrative lines
and epic paragraphs,
we have great difficulty in casting ourselves
as other than a one-sided protagonist story,
which others might see as including too much self-indulgent glory.

Winona LaDuke
tells a worship story of the Anishinaabe
defending their sacred home
with support from the Declaration on the Rights of Indigenous Peoples,
against further mining investments of commodifying Earth antagonists,
represented by the State of Michigan.

This story is about copper mining investors
against people who worship Earth
as sacred Habitat,
Elders of one EarthTribe extending family,
across species,
and back across first dawn of Time.

You have already guessed who is winning.

Why is that?
The quality of our spiritual and ecologically healthy lives
depends on questions
challenging competitive one-sided empowerment assumptions.

But, you are right, I suspect,
if you guessed that both sides are losing.

The RepublicanRuling White evangelical Christian
State of Michigan
ruled against the Anishinaabe
and against their own sacred Scripture
and spiritual experience.
Water and land, they say,
cannot be sacred,
cannot have spiritual development significance
and deep and rich and wide meaning
because a protected place of worship
must be inside a building.

I don’t have a PhD in King James Bible Studies,
but I do have a Master of Divinity degree
from a duly licensed
and officially accredited Christian seminary
in the U.S.
and I’m fairly sure I remember
Christian Worship takes place,
rather uniquely,
in human hearts and minds and bodies,
wherever they might happen to be located
in space and time,
inside, maybe, but, for many,
preferably outside.
Most of the history in the Bible
is outside worship history.

Surely gardens were Eden’s first cathedrals.
Why would the State of Michigan pretend otherwise?

Why would KingJames Bible thumpers
and HellFire prophets,
patriarchal evangelists
and patriotic disciples of God’s omnipresent Love
allow their regulators and legislators
and executives,
acting in their HolyScriptures name,
tolerate such a clear misrepresentation of worship
as taught and lived by JesusChrist,
pretty much outside
and especially sweating blood in gardens
and walking on sacred water?

Why accept such an absurd misconception of worship
without economic or political
or personal or vulnerable question
this is patently absurd one-sided stealing
for money-making redistribution purposes
from spiritually rich to feed toxic desecration
to all residents of Michigan
and Lake Superior
and Turtle Island.

Absurd to confine worship indoors
to anyone
from anywhere
who has had the natural-spiritual experience
of being born
from any sacred matriotic womb
of God’s EarthTribes.

Intolerable rape of Truth
to any healthy Christian
with opportunities
to worship outdoors
while reading Psalms
and Proverbs
and natural-spiritual Sacred Parables
about harvesting grace
planted in seeds of divine gratuity.

What is truly healthy faith
within our buildings of worship
is merely a pale reflection
of truly spiritual experience
derived long before we built buildings
as defensive shelters
against sacred elements
of MotherEarth.

I have known authentically patriotic Christians
to find more freedom worshiping God
on sacred rocks
born of spirited Lake Superiors
as compared to claustrophobia while boxed up inside
binding fear and threat constraints
of evangelically booming buildings
and fundamental absence of spiritual discernment constraints.

Worship, like Wonder,
looks for God’s ReStorative Justice and Peace,
to let go of stuckness
in Retributive Vengeance is DivinePower
over Lake Superior commodification issues
about who and what and where
is most biblically saved
after God’s Word
has spoken first and last outdoor spiritual experiences,
voices of Earth’s sacred natures
and divinely-inspired Great Spirits.

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Fr. Time’s Reprise

Fr. Time, thanks for coming back again today.

Well now, you know I always have plenty of time
for Dr. Glory!

Thank you for that rather cloying and creepy response.
I talked to FireGod a few days ago,
were you aware of that?

Yes, of course.
He and EarthGaia know all about each other.
Although not on the same page,
they are each appositional pages
in the same gospel choirbook,
so to run on with too many words once again….
Where am I?

It sounds like you are aware of FireGod’s agenda,
why he’s all fired up
to worship a God of ReGenerative Healthy Time.
Is this the God you worship, Fr. Time?

Worship is more EarthGaia’s department, actually.
I guess I would say I do my co-gravitating balance best
to continue perpetuating God
as Nutritious Co-Elational Prime Relationship.

Relationship with?…
Relationship with what or whom?
Is your God a verb
without subject or object?

No.
A verb with Yang languaged subjects
unfolding yin-dipolar co-arising objectives,
health,
life,
re-creation,
self-perpetuating 4D bicameral polycultural systems.

Fr. Time, does it bother you
that you seem to be too self-involved
for the rest of us?
Are you worshiping yourself
in some narcissistic whirlwind of nothing important?

No, again,
co-gravitating time as co-arising space
balancing WinWin ecohealth
is not worshiping God
although it could be divinely humane
if we could all help each other’s bicameral time
feel and grow and become
and evolve more therapeutically balanced.

Let me try this one last time.
Not as God-loving Gaia
and not as Fear-filling FireGod,
but as these Two,
Right with Left,
Past with CoPresent synergetic Future,
who or what is God to BiLateral Time?

BiCameral CoArising TimeEqualness.
I could say that.
I did say that.
But, saying this changes God
into language that could not quite be truly just and right and good
and fully beautiful.
A song perhaps,
or, better, a dance.
God is my 4-steps of dialectic revolutionary freedom
to choose health over pathology
by setting aside all that is not love becoming
eco-self-conscious elational-correlational
co-empathic time
within and without our selves.

Still doesn’t have much swing to it.

You think my timing is off?

I think your balance is off.

No, that couldn’t be,
or ever become true.

So you say.

So I am that I was.

Not that one again.

Time repeats

Oh, here we go…

Mutually CoPresent.

Fr. Time…?

More of a Father/Queen Eco BiCameral Time
TransParent YHWH dancing dream.

God is your Heavenly Dream?

And BeLoved Community Earth.

Dancing together?

Kind of a jazzy swing and dance,
lots of spinning and drums,
and stretching,
don’t forget to stretch
physically and metaphysically together.
It feels so good
once it stops disforming history.

Fr. Time, are you still with me here?

Now I am, if you are too.

Is there a Queen Time?
Because, frankly, I feel sorry for her,
if there is.

Yes and no, I’m bilaterally co-gravitational;
everybody knows my self-progenitive creation story.

Oh, well, thank you, again, Fr. and Mother Time
for another lovely non-dialogue
here at our PermaCultural Climate Conference.
Can’t tell you how much we enjoy
your timelessly vacuous messages.

Think nothing of it.
Do it all the time.

OK, you’re doing that thing again,
when I try to say thanks for the interview
and close
but you have to get in one last self-referencing plug.
You are such a shameless hustler!

Just half the time.

Goodnight.

Night…

Is s/he really gone?

[Still here, now…]

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