Long Mundanely Poems

Dear Neighbors,
community co-investors,
sharing an outdoor green riverside Commons
and an indoor
historical CommonSpace

Both, and all, sacred
to panentheistic me
and probably more mundanely secular
to monoculturing LeftBrain dominant
verbally rationalistic
you

And yet, co-relational lives of thought
and feeling always matter
to cooperative
effective communication resilience
through...

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Integrity warriors
are not allowed to raise our sacred voices
even against defiant children,
and defeated adolescents,
and immature monoculturish adults

Much less could we therapeutically self-justify
shouting out against WiseElder
matriarchal baptismal waters
remembering DNA's healthiest cooperative birthing
and thrival
matriarchal/patriarchal
yin/yang 
Integrity/Love Origins

Quietly
Mundanely replanting...

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Perhaps from my childhood, it had been my burning desire,
To glance Nirmal Hriday (Pure Heart) - a home I did admire;
At the thought of Kolkotta - Mother's house - my heart did churn,
To be with...

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So, is this personification
of political systems?
asked the organic ecologist.

Or politicization
of intimately
yet transcendently
secular and sacred
personal economic-nutritional analysis
of health-wealth trends?
asked the macrosystemic economist,
in his rather too long projecting way
of exploring means
and medians
and in-betweens.

And both?
asked the theologian
after listening...

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Rituals
are sacred
when they reconnect
what LeftBrain dominant
straight white privileged man
has transcendently and monotheistically 
disconnected secular nature
from sacred polytheistic spirits

Earthly nature
divorced from Heavenly spirit,
power
from light,
empowerment
from enlightenment,
autonomous theological identity
from interdependent ecological experience,
personal health
from transcendent joy

Like segregating
sexual health rituals
from...

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It began mundanely as ever.
Us, together. Nothing unusual.
Nothing unique, nothing portentous.

I wondered if I had upset you;
I tend to believe that too often.
It's seldom true.

We spoke.
You spoke, I listened.
We never do that enough for me.
But...

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Swirling like an exhale from a cigarette that burns
Watching from a distance as the world mundanely turns
Everyday the same routine, a joyless empty place
You wonder when you look at her why indifference paints her face
A...

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She stares lost, into the distance
far removed from the sounds of life.
Her book, she ignores, as she ponders
soft are her eyes as memories surface.

She starts as her hand hits the keys
then plays a few notes...

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As you grow, happy moments shrink,
At some day, skin aches when you smile,
These are just ordinary lines, or
Maybe just exaggerated tales,
‘D thought so but no fraction of idea,
It could be real, as real as you...

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ReGeneratively nonspanking speaking,
co-empathic
co-operative
co-governing
co-passions
of and for
resilient health
and safety
win/win communication systems

Are also non-violent communication networks
rooted in bicameral
bilateral
binomial
bipartisan
bioregional 
polyculturally healthy ego-purposed
voices co-arising wealthy eco-sacred
choiced meaning

Regeneratively deep listening
within compassionate verbal/non-verbal communication
systems flowing in
bicameral branching
co-gravitating up
and out
from Earth's internal 
immanent...

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The Belly Dancer

Learned private lessons in a club
in Chicago's Greek Town.
Her teacher told her,the bigger the
dancer....the more beautiful.
Being thin was no attribute to see
that skin roll!
When she finally saw a woman of girth
dance, it was...

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Part of me longs to reside in
a high functioning
win/win cooperative community
of resilient left hemisphere,
resonant right hemisphere,
polypathic/polyphonic communion.

Part of egoself-care wisdom
and longing
feels drawn toward eremetical asylum
more than gregarious shared sanctuary;
to solitude,
peace
ease
natural sounds and sights,
green new/old deals,
relationships
communications
communions...

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The detritus of consumer culture
Is coming down the chimney Christmas eve.
It’s a milk and cookies taming of the shrew.
It’s what we do.

I have a firm grasp on the mundanely ineffable, 
But I’m not making any...

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Winds blow hard freezing water into ice,
Snowy roads make us think about traveling twice.
Inside we’re squeezed together as by a blacksmith’s vise,
Winter makes us mind as we are told.

Like a mean master whose disposition’s cold...

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Though we got the land on name of religion,
But we tend to be far more traditional,

As being a post-colonial, still baffled,
But now again my nation is girdled!

Every province have its language but,
Radically alike semantics in...

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The back of Dad's chair is black like a void,
its mid discontinuous of solid support.
Cushion coils creak as his weight shifts,
his interest unhinged from light hypnosis.
The scuff of rough wheels rub fine lines in ...

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I want to cry. I long to smile. 
Some feeling to wash over me for a while. 
Scrolling, relentlessly with my thumb. 
Every other part of my body and mind, numb. 

'Life is for living',...

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Sometimes Earth's peace dreams
feel unreachable,
ever,
for anyone,

Including our unhealthy enemies
and aggressive aliens
and militarized terrorists
and anxious sociopaths
and despairing criminals
and miscellaneous Others

LeftBrain wounded
patriarchal-capitalist nervous
monoculturing heartless minds
of unwoke monotheistic unconsciousness,
like my own

Mundanely unaware
of how ticked off we are
about giving...

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