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It was approaching sunset
displayed boldly across red sky west
as I entered Dream Café,
Time for candle lit vespers and incense
which I feared would be more personal nightmare
than political dream.
I came to this Café,
for the first time,
because our Democratic Town Committee
was nominating candidates for Mayor
and City Council
and School Board
right after silent and sung vespers
here inside a DreamCafe
on BenFranklin's wisdom street.
I had been warned.
All those inside this Dream
each day at sunset
begin to smile with gratitude
and to pray
for multiculturing grace
to grow together.
This felt like a strangely inappropriate way
to fulfill Democratic trust commencements
so I was prepared to include my dismay
in my review
for next News delivery day.
Lights dimmed
along rose-hued
rough-cut walls
as candlelight began to come our way
through mists of frankincense in sway
and lavender,
orange and lemon oils
worked into handmade chairs
and cherry tables,
maple walls and oak-grained floor;
Incense burners on display
quieting louder sounds of fading AnthroPlay.
I had been warned
about this poly-creolizing array
to begin with a peace poem read
or sung
and, if a favorite of cooperatively gathered patrons,
then others might join in
sometimes swelling cadence
and harmonic rhythms
like I Have A Dream!
repeating what we've come to sacred share.
And so it was a well sung love song
for Earth,
of Earth,
and all Her EarthSoul Tribes
with and in harmonic sway.
Thanksgiving for sacred dawns
and dusks,
and all FirstForest creatures
and creations in-between,
And even nightmare absence of DreamCafes
for those still longing to belong
here,
where we are together planted,
here as now co-dreamers
of silent echoes
for just one solidarity moment
before reflecting voices
begin to stand
and sing fertile flowing anthems.
Voices speaking of love they heard
and felt this warm moist day
in Spring,
and who has come to mind
among WiseElders and Adolescents assembled
and nearby
here this dusky day
to rise above our sometimes polarizing fray.
And this
to my surprise
was how vespers invited nominations
for how best to continue ending our vespered day
for all who enter
this grace-filled DreamCafe,
and those nearby
eager to read all about it
come next NewDawn's greeting way.
I know that I am dreaming
But I am Lucid and in control
I know this place well
And that is why it perturbs me
The departing sun manages to scrape its final rays over the hills to the north
Earth’s finest beach transitions seamlessly,
Into the blood red sky to the east and west
The limbo I feel is very temporary
A gust of salty sea breeze whistles through my lungs and snaps the senses
So I turn my gaze south, and I know why
The walk begins, without purpose, or so it always seems
My toes dig into the sand, a fleeting sensation of cool comfort
I cut my feet on the unseen, but not unfelt
The twinge of pain is fleeting, for I am approaching my friend
The soft moist sand renders control
This is the domain of the remorseless
I should have found what I was looking for by now
The water has become to deep, so retreat I must
Now comes a choice, which way must I follow the shore?
A short debate, because there is only one destination.
The route should be unfamiliar because I have never been to this particular expanse
I follow the slowly receding tide towards a piece of driftwood
My heart starts to race
Excitement and guilt wage war within me
I alter my course, backing from the sea again
The sea that has led me again, without falter
Back on the dry, warm sand I now have a clear view
So I take a seat, a front row ticket
To the highest rated and most polarizing production
Of my own sub-conscious
In front of me lies, breached, a baby shark
Not enough water to allow escape
But just enough to allow it to survive, for now
The dolphin’s fate rests with me, I am its final judgement
This is why I find myself here every so often
Playing the role of that which I so resent in my conscious
There is no debate
What the poor creature has done or not done
After a period of staring blankly at the suffocating animal
And watching the water slowly drain out of reach of its lungs
The time has come to choose
Life or Death
Neither makes me feel much of anything
I stand over what will become, if I let it, one of the kings of the sea
I stare into its cold, helpless eyes
But they are not cold and helpless
They are piercing and brilliant
Emerald green in the shadow, light amber in the light
They are that girls eyes
I had watched the lights close on those eyes once before.
I believe
our current overly competitive economy of competition,
our AnthroPrivileged environmental era
of critical climate disarray,
is a blip on the screen of Earth peace history
and autonomic neurosystemic polycultural health
A Win/Lose Zero-Sum Deviant aberration
now drawing to a rabid LoseAnthro/Lose Earth
polarizing close
because both WinEarth history
and WinEarthTribe culture
have been kinder to assertive Win-Win confluence
and unkind to dissonant Win-Lose diffidence
AnthroSupremacist
financial and
monopolistic partisan policy planning
to deplete the opposition,
competing within a short-changed
universe.
I believe
we are in our deepest loving
and beautiful bicameral beating hearts,
full-blooded DNA/RNA logosed/mythosed
bilaterally intelligent syntax
Bad Rad Bodhisattvas dancing
in root systemic circles
of Glad Mutual Messiahs singing
with and for and of and through
deep crowning co-infested
RNA-natural networked life/DNA-spirited systemic love
prime regeneratively in/exforming Earth
messianic tribes
and bodhisattva cells.
I believe we needed to invest
in this competition and deductive-scientific transitional
over-swing of Left-brained linguistic/deductive dominance,
reductive individuating consciousness,
to learn together
how to cooperate our ecological
root systemic
politically empowering dance
And why it is important
to communicate
and invest
and produce enlightened songs
and consume engaging voices
as a globally cooperative network
designed to protect
cherish sacred bodies
and re-polyculture segregated minds
win/win aspiring
to reconnect
Beloved Earth EcoSystemic ProGenitors.
I Believe
we have an internal good health/glad wealth
body/mind
nature/spirit
ego/eco cooperatively owned
and EarthTribe managed landscape
of unfolding Tao SpaceTime
composed of binomial prime function
with Zero-Centric meta-polymorphic
regenerative
crown/root bicameral
messiah/bodhisattva
enlightening/empowering
co-intelligence.
I believe
singing is what Anthros can say
with resonant performance wealth
AND
dancing is what EarthTribes can do
with resilient engaging health.
I believe
we are a Society of Unitarian Universalist Bodhisattva CoOperators
within EarthTribe's self-synergizing evolutionary agenda.
No, Speaker Ryan,
you do not speak for me
of the sacred probabilities
for growing civil kindness.
I respect your mind and your feelings,
but we are not, as you assert, all angry.
In fact, some of us think it is a bad, sad, and mad idea
to try to develop healthy and equitable policies for Others
out of personal anger and political fear,
when we could choose motivations engaging cooperative love,
restorative justice,
compassionate communication
and internal/external peace-making.
I am sorry you are angry,
but please do not project your concerns
about lack of viable health and safety outcomes
onto win/win-motivated me
And millions of others who believe that green
unconditional warm compassion
is not only more resonantly kind
but also more resiliently healthy
than red anger
and dark blue fear
of traumatic loss.
Both political and environmental scientists
can explain why monoculturally rabid
win/lose
0-sum
predative environments
are unlikely to evolve therapeutically stable
regenerative resolutions
toward healthy sustainable
nutritionally rich
and multicultural win/win co-empowerment outcomes
for you,
and me,
and we,
and Earth
Polarizing anger
is unlikely to produce deep economic ecological healthy relationships
and wide poli-cultural love communion
with AnthroCreator God,
or with awesome messianic EnLightenment,
or with EarthPower's indigenous bodhisattva wisdom,
much less all bilaterally intelligent three
Worshipped, celebrated, legislated, governed
not with militarized PTSD anger
or polarized fear-mongering stress
or unfree, costly hate speech
But eating with joyful humility
and drinking with open, trust-developing curiosity
producing Left-cognitive and consuming Right-intuitive
compassionate neurosystemic communication
SunLight liberating messiahs
and EarthPower conserving bodhisattvas
Fruit of resilient transgenerational
sacred passion/organic pleasure,
EgoMind v EcoBody chronic trauma-informed
AnthroCrown/EarthRoot
BiPartisan CommunioNations.
To define is to articulate what lies within
a concept,
a population,
a word,
a paradigm.
To delineate is to articulate what lies beyond
boundaries of a concept,
a population,
a word,
a gestalt.
To extend learning,
and loving,
is to stretch this evolving articulation of boundaries
between what lies within
and without
a concept,
a population,
a tradition,
a still evolving word,
a revolutioning,
multiculturing,
creolizing paradigm.
When we become lost in reductive delineations
we can become distracted from optimizing polypathic definitions.
For example,
Republicans, and, to a somewhat lesser extent,
Democrats, in the USA,
have begun a new tradition,
and not a healthy one,
of becoming more articulate definers
of what it means to be One
by loudly proclaiming we are not of the Other.
Something similar could be said, unfortunately,
about feminists and patriarchal fundamentalists
as anti-feminists;
which does not really evoke strong hetero family values
in any traditional nutritional fertile sense I can think of.
I guess we could call rape a form of intercourse,
but not one that anyone would hope for
in any semblance of a healthy way.
Anyway,
when Trumpians try to define the benefits
of their proposed health care legislation,
the first, and often last, phrase I hear is:
It is not ObamaCare.
Perhaps the only change
will reside within a colloquial NonTitle,
leaving further delineating boundaries
between Trumpian and Obamian Care
to evolve further at a later devolutionary time.
But, in today's polarizing environment,
health affordability and sustenance
and pathology prevention issues
are increasingly above our active political leadership's pay scale,
beyond our collective rhetorical mission statements,
now becoming who we are constitutionally not,
because too internally divided by plutocratic-democratic complexities
of who we might have become
together,
in and among a healthier
wealthier
regenerative spacetime
paradigm.
Polypaths
lead neuro-systemically back
to Mother/Child original wombed attachment
A remarkably warm
and wet counterpoint
to a sterile anthrosupremacist theory
of Original Separating Sin.
Instead,
in this organic preternatural
panentheistic
spiritual experience
of win/win healthy wealth,
co-attachment overrides win/lose
zero-sum compromised
competitive relationships
Patriarchal
and capitalist self creationships
come later
as post-partum polarizing issues
aggravated by contemporary
climate pandemic anxious
post-millennial expectations
Not supporting child-conceiving,
child-weaving,
child-rearing maternal
maturing ecofeminist instincts
Substituting win/lose separation anxieties
EarthMother apartness
sacrilegious loneliness
autistic detachment
relentless aching solitude
absence of warm humane touch
and transcendently divine revision
Moving toward lose/lose claustrophobic
degeneration of a healthy
maternally wealthy
root secure resilient attachment
AND
devoid of a wealth-feeling child
securely unwounded, emerging
from EarthMother's green womb
of co-enlightenment
spiritually opening
and then naturally closing
then co-empathic redisclosing
remembering tombs of ancient co-intelligence
multigenerational
interdependent webs
integrating EarthTribe enlightened
empowerment.
Original Sin
implies our Creator of Integrity
made us
an anthropomorphic mistake
Inadequately assumes
that humanity's spirituality
is dualistically severed
from divinity's naturality;
that Yintegral deep Flow
is not also Yang widely polycultural Strength
of polypathic cooperation
This, in turn,
confuses a LeftBrain monotheistic dominant
either/or unmindful anthrosupremacist way
of ZeroSum calibrating
win/win regenerative
analogical health/wealth
Child/EarthMother care
Which could not support
Lose/Lose Original Sin
of degenerative genocide
inspiring evangelical red terrorist
desperate,
Seize the AnthroSupremacist Day,
ecocide.
.CORLEO the robot inspired our venture
the robot with navigation control
seeking cactus fruit and rare stones
the brittlebush and desert lilies patterns
embordered in to silks and cottons
from the looms of yarners the warmth of a poncho
a tent and rv for staying
CORLEO for exploration
"the area known as desert Tulips."
The vibrant blooms of the Adenium Obesum
they sought to find the treasures in
a complicated environment.
peyote, a cactus with a button-like crowns
she spoke again in a much noticeable tone
her voice a soothing distinctive tone
a songlike chant a melonic flow
Banda the brasses and woodwinds
could her melonic tone as she spoke
nearly singing, she soothed me into her words
we came upon an outcrop of assorted rocks
one to include agate, amethyst, beryl, fluorite,
garnet, opal, barite, calcite, chalcedony,
jasper, quartz, lapis lazuli, and malachite.
walking barefoot on the concrete slab of the trailer
makes her feet as black as tar
Yeshu"a bin Yusef she spoke
of her troubles and in trouble
I will speak this name she said
then I shall seek remedy
and seek solution to our needs
all while not telling what
the crown of the desert
really meant
I felt used and foolish.
My company to her nothing special
as her next friend shall be the same.
Nothing specail, just a mere person
A polarizing perception of a weak man.
The Myth of belonging
just woman exploiting men.
A Brothel in 1800's is belived to be a myth
until a truck of gold is found
and a book with the names of many
people discovered
"Mujer tribal puta" was the cover-up
and now we know why.
they hasd discovered how to use
wires to communicate
and wished to keep
it a secret.
the Joshua Trees rattle from
Quakes.
Tao of the Cosmic Crack
flowing rivered crotch
between Great White Father's polarizing
zero-sum soiled soul
And silently suppressed
Black Hole
non-zero curious potential
double-circling integrity
of spacious firm
and resonant flowing
pregnant possibilities
Win/win bicameral
dipolar co-arising
deep rooted
and wide crown branching
karmic mountain/valley
convex/concave co-passions
Coinvested
in ecopolitical cooperatives
of sacred spirit holes empowering
Nature's polarities
enlightening SunFather
full-powering EarthMother's
most brilliant balancing beauty
rays
and skies
and eyes
For dusky starlit nights
restoring conjugal peace,
mindbodied justice
Now ecocidally sad remembering
what EarthGoddess Grace
has brought Yang/Yin together
appositionally mindful
No privileged StraightWhitePatriarchal Corporation
made of predatively weaponized colonization
could defy RedBlooded AnthroHealth
and deft green EarthMother SafeWealth
Double convex/concave-binary
1/0 mind/body
peak sacred experiential
private/public peaking
Creator/ReCreation
speaking and non-speaking parts
Divide
separate
cracks
Loving Pole/Hole prime removing
active bipartisan infestments
inviting cosmic sparks,
healthcare roles,
in-between 1 win/lose
fractured salvation universe
and 0 win/win
unitarian positions
systems
structures
MonoTheistic patriarchal
and PanEnTheistic matriarchal
co-religions
spiritually concave
dark holy
dawning naturally convex light
reflecting body mindful heat
Curiously depolarizing
complex cosmic gay
enlightening
liberating FatherSun
Thereby empowering dark and dusky
EarthMother volcanic wholarity
erupting great and fulsome BlackHole
fertile cosmic cracks,
co-empathic sacred health
of Gaia's bipartisan passions.
On those dark, winter evenings, when the frost tinged wind burns your skin with each weak sputtering breath, I find myself longing for a crisp walk along the shore.
Sand, not yet touched on this new day, another beginning for every version of myself.
Trudging down to the sea, like a breaking seal, one step at a time, the sand deteriorates its shell. Longing for companion, desperate, starved sharks circling dancing toes, sneaking up the rubber sealant and making a new home in nailbeds. I push through aching sand dollars.
Crystalized salt in worthy gashes across my chapped nose and lips when windchill drops below the cut. With fog my breath gets lost, careful, steady gasps for the cleanest air.
Another savory inhale leads to another chilling kiss from nature’s icy lips on the out.
And as if a gunshot went off, an overwhelming collective moan of siren wails pierce through the ice cube gelatin atmosphere. Stuck, frozen, upside-down dessert pie in the horizon, not a single movement throughout the cry.
Freedom awaits beyond moonrise- creamy egg yolk, breaking and falling for my consumption. Slow like honey, I reach for that feast but I am too far, just intoxicatingly close.
Underneath the abyss is beautifully raw and polarizing, golden fragmented reality. Silence is rare but this is it. Cool, shallow tidals filling me with waves, hushing the tinnitus. I try to stay past the shore but always find myself consumed and falling under, drowning.
“This is so beautiful,” bubbles through my sandstone tongue; coolant brained and crucifix fingered.
The end of the shore, the beginning of the sunset. A new sunrise within the oceans' backdoor. Gasping, falling under.
“I’m drowning, and It’s so beautiful.
I’m drowning and I can finally hear it.”
Prevarication permits pretend perception, presenting
piquantly piqued, pimply pimping playboy, plucky
pulchritudinous previously pusillanimous, prevalently
puckish, psychic packman, pokemon playing proletarian
puppeteer pygmy, peevishly punky, plummy, plumy,
pompously pushy, pampered, prefabricated pinchbeck,
pokily plying plowshear, plodding peregrination, pied
piper pitifully peppy pornographic potato pealing,
parsimonious paradoxical protagonist, proposing
preposterous panicky pacification plots, prioritization
pertinent penultimate peroration, perhaps perceiving
perjuring, perplexing, perverting puzzling pronouncements
projecting pulsating pixelated pulpy pinball pinging
packets prompting pacific, poetic, phlegmatic purplish
psoriasis plagued, plumbum pallor pallid, Paleolithic
protuberance pronounced, psychosomatic prohibitionist,
polarizing perfunctory peculiarly progressive, patriotic
postmodern pathologically proud paternal panache,
peripatetic panaceas portraying prescient perfidious
puerile president, predominantly proposing parochial
principles, plenty public parking, purposefully
promoting pharisee phalanxes, pilates practicing
paragons, perennially peaceably proficient protesters,
profitable polygamy, pugnacious pitbull powerball
players, pandering polyandry, propagating professional
palindrome pensive peeping people, peddling,
proselytizing predicating prostitution, proliferating
phenomenally, populist persona promulgated peyote
phased physicians pioneering prescription promoting
paradisiacal pricey photographic pictures, placating
phrenetic physical perturbation partaking place
purchased (paid paltry pennies) por palatial piazza.