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This foggy sky
darkly and relentlessly rains
especially for an early May morning.

He is not prepared for darkness
seeping through new-born leaves,
not yet full grown into this year's trunk-lacing dress,
soaking up from saturated soil,
slurping into his compassionately 
empathic zero-zen night
deep dark sensory flight.

Perhaps this open quality
endears him to those few who could ever find him
enough to watch him

Satisfied to hear Her
watching,
mothering,
noticing
appreciating
but not smothering
hope for less rain inside today,
each lonely day,
all Earth's painful Days.

Wet liturgical Mays 
dissolve his Taurean ways.

Yet, for him, damp mist spawning now,
such dark openness yawns too large
for even one dreary lonely hour
of foggy isolation.

His two complexly compromised clients have gone,
disempowered deep sensory tissues
and unenlightened as usual verbally dominant 
"YOU CAN'T DO ANYTHING NORMAL RIGHTWING" 

Nonviolent neuro-tissue communion
non-communication 
Win bright-enabled
Lose dark-disabling issues

Monday morning until late afternoon.
As he contemplates his decadent ways
he misses their distracting charms.

Each so different.
Yin so loudly
and frankly Trumpian,
triumphalist DoubleBoundaries
for insiders
0-sum against Othered Outsiders,
threats to social health
and civil safety
and passion mind's
peak pleasure-abled bodies

Darkly struggling
against significant undiagnosed 
Yang v Yin bipolarized control issues.

Meanwhile monotrumpistic Yang,
devoid of YinMother's warm accompaniment,
unable to speak or sign,
so hidden behind dark mists of body lust shame
non-LeftBrain monotheistic
nonverbal mind distrust shame

Still mysteriously flickers
his yintegrity-shy shadow 
of rich warm passioned love

Deeply immersed in hidden
vulnerable
transparently neuro-sexsensual life,
right-now ripe
for passion's bodhisattva
co-redemptive enlightened pleasures 

Deep dark
mysteriously safe and health-resonant
feel/touch peace-filling climax time
each Elder Indigenously WiseBrain moment
graciously emerging from his co-arising 
depolarizing 
bodhisattva past
to spin toward future win/win
AnthroMind yang-touched
and EarthBody yin-felt

Co-messianically cherished 
neuro/eco-sexsensory 
panentheistic memories
of sacred MotherEarth's polypathic
deep dark Non-1/NotNot-0 WholeSum 
mythic mysterious
mist-felt fore-shadowed grace.

But,
what's left
of right bicameral
felt passionately safe natural health
and pleasantly spiritual 
indigenously animating wealth
wisdom now 

S/he must sustain thru dark raining dreams 
of Trumpian rape and matricide
without Left-hemisphere voice
or Right-hemisphere neuro-sexsensory
health-wealthy thriving
resilience-seeking enabling
enlightened choice.

All would be Trumpian Messiahs 
suffer withdrawal from feeling needed,
unworthy of becoming truly 
bodhisattva impassioned
peak embodied pleasure
yintegrally needed
and yang-strong wanted.

Ironic,
a MultiCultural Communication Muse,
rightwing systemic trauma-informed, 
unstraight-ecofeminist PeaceWarrior,
actually achieving good compassion
and health-pleasure outcomes
with fractured non-singers
and non-dancers

Sitting on his sagging butt in full-blowing Spring,
the one deeply panentheistic boddhisattva wheelhouse
most needed to accelerate global networking
cooperative neuro-sexsensory healthcare outcomes,
challenging each family and all climatic systems
with Yang-enraptured dominance,
right here and now in this post-religious degeneration
of un-ecologically disenabling greatness
and unenlightened smallness,
daily dark senseless win/lose
aggressive and dysfunctional transitions

Yet he feels hopeless,
not knowing where S/he could ever begin again
so late in his biological 
RightWing verbally dominant straight-jacket
already showing concerns that "Black Lives Matter"
but maybe not so much old black,
or queer white,
or even outside-touch/inside-feel
green  co-passionate lives matter
beyond our retiring consumer usefulness.

We all help make great compost when we die.
It's getting in there,
revitalizing win/win communication
communion
and playtasks,
embracing all sacred compassion/pleasure 
health/wealth peak experience 
bodhisattva vocations,
once and for all,
discontinuing myths that sacred matriarchal peace
is some mysterious rite
reserved to fill empty historic space
in-between great YangPatriarchal wars.

How does one deep sacred tissue retiring 
RightWing systemic trauma informed
transparent and vulnerable guardian
best contribute resilient peak experienced
bodhisattva co-redemptive experiences
touch and feel
crown and root
healthy Yang and wealthy Yin co-passions?

Within this complex neuro-sensory ecosystem?
this cooperative win/win community?
This safe and health wealthy neuro-diverse family?

This primal co-empathic relationship 
with ecopolitical EarthMother associations
and all Her warm baptisms
and wet climax transportations
and wild tribal dialects
and re-ligioning repurposes
and transubstantiating win/win
impassioned pleasure
bodhisattva peace regenerations?

While sitting on a rain-drenched porch,
writing dark-mist stories of touch-phobic dissipation,
while Earth calls for WinYang/WinYin Bodhisattvas
to heal within Her 
as we together cry
this early May rain morning,
under foggy 
dripping 
monotheistic 
sadistic skies.
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