To Barbara
When Peace Warriors fail to breathe further into Earth's sacred time,
they do thereby commend multicultural We
The People who are faithfully left behind
to continue cooperatively breathing out
our Bodhisattva Anthemed Paradise.
Grace... Well, love then... Most certainly compassion Passions know we so richly deserve what is Earth's most passionate need Resonant voices belong in Earth's impassioned longing Resilient humane health passions cannot cost Earth's desecrated illness Knowing we so robustly reserve yintegrity of Earth's most luminous yanged out synergy, Grace breathes in multiculturing laughter and spews her wealth of Earth's polycultural health, in and out no longer inhaled so no stronger exhaled as any less than our continued breath in Earth's most graceful solidarity Of EcoParadise breathed sacredly in pace together and out for EarthGrace, Passion's timeless EgoPleasure Breathing in Me timeless revolutions still breathing out healing faith in EarthTribe wealthy We non-violently Recommending graceful meanings universal Black EcoFeminist Lives expiring out EarthMother's wealthiest pray Recommencing secular uniting purpose enough for this continuous, yet right now feeling discontinuous, internal healthy day Of inside unspoken grace... Well, then bold as well-sung love... And, most healthy danced EarthWealthiest compassion.
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