Morning Gospel
I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
inside prophetic choices
occupy BeLoved Community futures.
In this sacred space
we sing full time health resolutions,
ego therapeutic gospel by day,
and dream Gaia's good-wealthy news
remixed by night
Regenerating each dawn's richly choired
multicultural anthem
climaxing just as SunGod
kisses EarthMother's rich-soiled face
of graceful embrace
for all Her co-invested Tribes.
I then love quiet endings
for this global namaste psalm,
when my monastic ego
re-enters Earth's deeply private sacred school
co-mentoring lessons
Yang proposes what we learned
from last night's dreamy discern,
and Yintegrity inductively disposes why
we saw and heard
contentiously dissonant stragglers
Offering a gentle decompositional reminder,
we must overcome traumatic karma, together,
preferably in four-harmonic
resonant polyphonic
therapy.
I love our not so solitary Earth-morning
CoPresence
breathing in Yang positive,
breathing out Yintegrity's double-negatives,
appositional dipolarities,
reverse co-relational analogies,
positive polycultural love
as not not negative angry fear of monocultural hate,
singing co-passionate dialectical raves
in resonant 4/4 octaves
Primal AnthroMe/GaianWe
deep dawning resilience,
smooth as brown-skinned silk.
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
