New Year Masquerade

For what manner of beast, sad creature, mad monster, deeply dark angel east, does everyday accompaniment seed cold contempt instead of breeding warm sacred resonance? Should beloveds not expect to grow in sublime stature not despite, but for humored respite, flirtatious flaws, fallen fractured nature, merely human after and before All. Divine epiphany, fully-flowered gods and holy-climaxed goddesses relinquishing anti-divine powers redundantly secularized, now old bad not-news, Flaws adored because of these robust fractures of opportunity to remind Belovers: Silent patience bleeds fatigued compassion heading toward disgust, self-shaming, other-blaming for missed transcendent mindful bliss Of anima-- dark animal angel nature Away from all this daily mundane muck, life not as love would design us but Earth's timeless generations have invited each of holy us uniquely to let go of contemptuous patience with ourselves and other-selves, ego-beings and eco-becomings To grab hold of curiously courageous nature here in this deep dark in-between place Where human nature grows most profligate and naked and vulnerably courageous To consider all missing facts of life most fully unconsidered and to love, regardless as if each sacred absent moment, each transitioning year, were our health wealthiest last and final 20/20 revision Since we first sacred emerged into social and cultural and eco-political light, divine and mundane, sublimely sacred and routinely worthy of good-humored contempt, And, most cutting double-edge of all, this courageously curious humane nature spiritually in-between already old and reasonably new Conserving empires while masquerading liberal inspirations.