When Profound Feels Sacred

My youngest
of three AfricanAmerican adopted sons
has profound nonwhite
nonstraight
nonverbal cerebral palsy.

Profound
in at least not being privileged
or victimized
by internal LeftBrain dominance,
violent micro-aggressions,
zero-sum competitive thinking

Either positively True and Good
or negatively False and Bad,
laughable
or humorless

Sacred indigenous consciousness
feels more Right-Elder brainstem
bodymind nondualistic synergy
friendly energy
which is my son's political blessing
and his capital secularizing
segregating
colonizing
economic disabled curse.

Youngest son communes
with music
more fluidly co-empathic
than linguistic communications

He touches
and sings
and chants
through echoing shouts
and exclamatory barks,
short nonphonetic phrases,
lip smacking,
and belly laughs.

When he cries,
which is seldom,
he cries silently

No vocal cords

Profound inhaling wet gasps
and exhaling sad sacred shakes.

He laughs unconditionally
from his root chakra 
warm unguarded soul
and bicamerally cries
from his buddha
co-empathic eyes.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2022

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Rose  Avatar
November 3, 2022 at 9:36 AM
wow this is deep intelligent and sensitive by nature, I love it,
Dillenbeck Avatar
November 3, 2022 at 11:24 AM
Imagine how blessed I feel to be his primary caregiver and taker I hope he understands, in a profound and sacred way, that truly we take care of each other, each in our own interdependent, co-invested way. Thanks for your comment. Much appreciated. I remember we wrote something together a few years back. GD
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