Wounding World

I've seen Earth's epitaph: S/He did more than Her share to heal a broken world Which sometimes seems to invoke anger because I can touch what's broken and other times provoke merely sad because I can only feel inside who is also wounded Earth's living magic, watered fertile soil, red-blooded organic green clean soul is not broken like a worn-out clock or formerly animated toy or obsolescent urban block now gone inevitably bad. EarthTribe is not so much broken as win/lose perpetually wounded Paradise Lost for our lapse of good-humored Golden Rules win/win re-found happy healthy bodhisattva rebound. What is already broken requires outside messianic agency, too objectively disabled to self-stimulate healing salvation, personally feeling better even in continuing lonely isolation Emergent internally vital growing positively viral, stealing from toxic claustrophobic disarray, tomorrow's voices redeemed by choices erupting therapeutic promise today. Organic wounds, unlike mechanical brokenness, give internal notice warnings of disenabling trauma also enable therapeutic opportunity to pull and push risk, to massage and stretch ambiguous feelings touching each Other's sinews and straps, moral lapse, dancing mental songs and embodied rhythmic rap Raptures filling in our anti-social lapse our monoculturing elapse of warm and wet and wild compassion, integrity's redemptive fashion. Brokenness shrouds despair alone where wounds invite our active healthy care together happiness vocationed for EarthTribe's ecstatic day by faithful contenting way inclusively inviting inspirational repair with those who dare to share Earth's communal difference to heal this wounded world.