The Agnostic Gardener

How can you say with your not quite straight face that you neither know nor care anything of God, or gods, or even exotic goddesses? That's like saying you don't care for any love today, or rain during a drought, but thanks so very much for suggesting your best holistic medicine, all the same, all the grace-filled rain that came some other place and day. Like saying you don't enjoy music and dance and red and purple and pink and yellow bruised violet sunsets. How could you not care about creative becoming? Regeneration of life? The future home of our grandchildren? Health care and assurance? Social securities? Anti-social insecurities? Ecopolitical war games and creative multicultural nature-spirit communications, living in and between peacefully Beloving Communities. How can you pretend with that half-smirk that this Earth Goddess we are regenerating is no one you could know or care deeply about? To co-redeem, co-mentor? To love into health by divesting of that anthrocentric hypocrisy, thinking we could name, much less commodify, God without idealizing self-imaged YHWH. Why would you take a pass on exploring our shared fully humane divinity? This could not be true not really you not the Self with Others past and future right now you would most prefer to know. How can you know we're not gods and goddesses in our integrity? in our potential for regenerativity? economic and politically ecological sync-tensegrity, love of full-stretch multi-colored jazzy soul livity. You know you want to dance and sing as god and goddess within and on, for and of Mother Gorgeous Gaia's embryonic womb through decompositionally recomposing, transubstantiating dualdark tomb of elational happy Golden Aging bliss. Or, did I miss something in that twinkling of your fertile sky?