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Psychologists,
sociologists,
anthropologists,
and theologians, curiously,
are more likely to confuse the tragic end of humanity
with the end of EarthLife's developmental
and sacred significance.
Environmentalists,
holistic ecologists,
integral biologists,
students of pre-historic religious re-connecting rapture
are less likely
to collapse the sacred rebirthing value of all life systems
into a monopoly game for supporting anthrolife,
both godless and goddessly,
both loveless and lovely,
both lost and found,
both barely tolerated and gracefully esteemed,
both survived today and thriving toward tomorrows
A wider multicultural awareness
of healthy wealthy ecosystems
is less likely to reduce all wise cultural values
omitting pre-verbal and pre-anthro history
of life and death experiences,
Never alphabetized
or quantified
by retold human history
of anthro-regenerative life
and degenerative biosystemic death narratives.
Life as regenerating love experience,
death as lost and degenerating images
of future inside-only integrally known events;
These two,
ecto-present life and endo-future death,
are much older
hoary
ancient,
more sacred, divine memory
than mere human monopolistic imaging
of Earth's imagined bio-health value
for future opportunities
for extractive dissonance,
and for resonant
regenerative resilience
Re-imagining life and death
histories of EarthLove
told and untold
evokes verbal thoughts
about feeling ecologically connected,
theologically re-connecting
reverberating sacred Words of Promise
Premise dancing rituals,
sung and whistled and chirped and roared exclamations,
eulogies and echoing celebrations
Of Earth re/de-generative creation
in and through spiral cycles,
power and light re/de-volution
of dying life
and death reviving.
I am an Indian, yet, of Steve Rogers, I have heard,
Though what I've heard, like fountain-pen writings timely blurred;
On legends, many talk, write and enact stories many,
Tough, of Steve Rogers, I had not heard thrill-tales any;
Until, once, I desired to visit the United State,
And know of places and people, that, by birth and deed, great...!
He was young energetic magnificent enlistee,
Rejected, owing his stature; he looked like a little bee;
It's, hence, his transformation into a super soldier,
Dubbing and duping in colors and shapes he grew bolder;
Became symbol of American justice and freedom,
His moral code resembled hard, yet, nourishing Edam...!
Buddha I remember; Jesus! Confucius has his place,
Muhammad or Nanak... each, in their times, remained true Ace;
Thinkers, theologians, scientists, sages and saints,
All have contributed and have been doing so till date,
I might place Captain America midst greatest of these,
As he offered his self turning this world a place of peace...!
26 May 2022
Captain America Poetry Contest
Sponsored by: Robert James Liguori
James chapter three and verse eight
this scripture pulls us up right hard
our tongue is described what is true
what can be done to help our guard
In Adam, we have inherited His sin
original sin as theologians call it
so we've no control over our tongue
depravity proves we're spiritually unfit
The tongue is full of evil desires
as satan draws us in his sinful ways
in our flesh, we're powerless to overcome
only in Christ's power can win the day
The apostle James opens this up
clearly showing what's at its root
sinful self loves gossip and the last word
loving to argue gun at hand to shoot
Truth doesn't have same effect as hear say
the sinful heart loves gossip far more
but turn to the Lord and HIs wise counsel
be filled with God's spirit shutting satan's door
('but no human being can tame the tongue. It is a restless evil, full of deadly poison. ')
James 3: 8 (esv)
What do theologians call a life without events?
The lights of my prison-like room dawn before sun's first blush.
I open sand-papery eyes as my AI announces the morning.
I begin the puppetry of morning routines:
I study my pale inmate face as I polish the porcelain.
I look less of a drowsy-angel than a zombie as I splash cold water
on the face with an almost determined lack of expression.
I’m absorbed in an ocean of predawn cold
as I 5-mile-walk away my sleepiness - this small freedom
- keeps me fit and acceptably sane.
Later, bathed in hot indifference,
and clothed in exhausting obligations,
I dine, at my reserved table, with my gang of irritations.
Soon I’m ready for another taxing day
of waiting for the disease to run its course.
REPRESS: To keep under control, check, or suppress desires,
feelings, action, tears, etc., American College Dictionary
This theme has given rise to a question in my mind
that I do not recall having entertained before now.
Adam and Eve clearly had a choice in the garden of Eden.
The question is, WHEN did they have the ability to choose?
Did Eve have a choice BEFORE partaking of the tree of the
knowledge of good and evil? Was she completely deceived by
Satan prior to her ability to choose? Doubtless, many theologians
have already discussed and resolved this question. I tend to believe
that the ability to choose was present at the time of temptation.
Nevertheless, this theme causes me to 'raise the question'; I suspect
that deception and choice go hand in hand. Notwithstanding, I do not
herein suggest an answer. The outcome remains the same. We must choose
to check, control, or repress forbidden desires.
Is it that after she partook of the forbidden fruit,
she was then enabled to choose between good and evil?
At any rate, it is certain that we inherited the sin nature
from Adam and Eve. Therefore, the sin nature is a given,
but deception is not a given. We have freedom of choice
to yield or not to yield to sin or forbidden desires. We have
the choice to 'repress our desires', or to allow them to roam
freely throughout our being. We do not have the right to say,
"The devil MADE me do that".
090522PSCtest, Pick-A-Title, Vol 32, Edward Ebeh
She intended to teach history
of philosophy,
but no history-buffed
economic or political listening philosophers signed on.
So, s/he decided to try
an empowerment class on ecological
and historical interrelationships
as found in systematic multicultural theology,
but no polycultural theologians
with divine win/win synergetic communication experience
came to actively listen
to and for each sacred Others' feeling
thoughts.
So, s/he offered a space
for polypathically enlightening cooperative economists
to speak ecosystemically
among our nutritional health-networking selves,
as both teachers and listeners,
speakers and readers,
but too late--
All her potential consumer/producers
were busily writing
and marketing their own autonomously competing passions
and dispassions,
posting multi-sensory courageous
and curious selfies.
So, s/he opened a blogsite
to facilitate sharing and telling
compassionate historical creation stories
of ecological
theologically multicultural
mutually cooperative WholeEarth-gaming communication
And that was the last robust ecopolitical co-investment
and first we've heard
from him and her
ego and eco
left and right
western capitalistic patriarchal culture
still speaking evangelically up and out
with yang-outdoor bipolar shouting privileged voices,
and eastern compassionate inside
healing dipolar co-arising
feeling/thinking choices.
Although now lost in complexity
of robust nutritional life,
I'm fairly sure
EarthMother originally intended to teach history
of emotion-listening philo/sophia,
but no history-buffed
bilaterally listening philo-sophiers signed on
to notice her diverse sensory-neural climates.
the joyous partner the microwave
it has become my chef
alas not quite my mother's hand
but for its swiftness of foot
there is no other
yes i survive on the TV dinner
oh dear Lord i have shown my age
frozen until my vittles need calling
it is a world of the chophouse
from a hashery where most dine
no fuss, just plain celerity needed
those exquisite tastes, hidden within
lucious noodles and sauces
from white to red
and should that become a disaster
there is always ketchup
Siracha, Hot Mustard, Orange, Honey
it is almost endless for Asia
the frozen dinner section sublime
those long rows packaged and waiting
almost a walk in the Lourve of paintings
as you ogle those reflections in frosted doors
i become a child on Christmas morning
Master Chef in TV Dinnerland
the trick is in the additions
a tad of salsa, or perhaps sour cream
of course scads of butter on taters
A1 or H57 sauce on the meatloaf, or Salisbury
in the vegetable department a loverly
chopped, ready-to-go medley
of onion, celery, and carrot
jalapenos, green chilis, olives
come already in cans chopped
simply sprinkle on at last minute
but the greatest joy held in my heart
is when i place the holy offering
i would never eat, retrieved from garbage
into that loverly microwave
always upon a microwave-safe plate
gently affixing an impediment to door
wait for that loverly moment
when that pesky fly enters to dine
slam the door in most haste
hit that 3-minute button
nothing more civilized than well done
then wait for that pure joy
when the whistling, whirling stop
light goes off, and the wonderful
ding, ding, ding of a job well done
let the philosophers and theologians
go on, and on about revenge
but i vote it is best when microwaved
loverly i say
OKC 7/01
Once upon eternal time,
all philosophers
and theologians
and ecologists,
published and unpublished,
credentialed and indigenous,
elders and children
and all ages in-between,
alive and dead
and all health indicators in-between,
got together
to sort out our competitive win/lose mess
of competing theories
about just what is this elephant
star of our BigTent historic stage.
Some,
especially straight men of color,
but many others as well,
argued the head of this fascist elephant
is racism.
Others,
especially straight white women,
and their feminist allies,
argued the head of this pathological creature
is patriarchalism.
Others,
especially LGBTQ wo/men,
and their straight allies,
were sure this fascist elephant head
is homophobic sexism.
Others,
especially positive psychologists
and communication system theorists,
encouraged more resonant dialogue
about how this fascist elephant
is led by either/or deductive
reductive left-brain cultural dominance.
Others,
especially social psychologists,
whole system thinkers,
eco-political pathologists,
permaculture ZeroZone restorative healers,
advocates for restorative justice for global peace,
cooperative economic ecologists,
WholeEarth systemic theologians
advocated multicultural co-mentoring
non-violent communication
to better see and hear
heal and not punish,
feel and think
with full mindbody intelligence
about how this fascist elephant
of Western hemisphere dominant capitalism
win/lose favors egocentric monoculturalism
elitism
narcissism
ethnocentrism
anthropocentrism
through metaphoric polypaths
dreaming
streaming
scheming all of the above.
When
When Muslims and Jews, eschew all notions of dissenting difference, and embrace in
distinct integration.
When Christians and Buddhists fuse love of self with love of other and dispense with pride
and self effacement altogether!
When Feminist Theologians, cry the plight of black women, and Muslim Men detect the
mystified labor of unsung wives,
When Black men learn to love themselves and through that love embrace their enemies,
When America makes amends for slaves of old made street criminals of conservative imagination,
When political liberals embrace the charismatic power of holy ghost renewal,
When Europe learns to love God, and Americans learn to love each other,
When charismatic leaders fade into horizontal mutuality,
When Martins are multiplied, and Mothers encourage their daughters to be their best,
When rest becomes as important as productivity and efficiency is defined by joy instead of
EBIDTA.
When technology becomes a tool to feed the world, and innovation ceases to be the slave of
profit,
When lawyers defend the cause of the weak and fatherless, and Doctors heal for free,
Then we shall see the day of the Lord.
And Evangelicals will no longer imagine the coming of an idea,
For the living Christ will be among us!
One of the many secrets of life:
There is no true freedom.
Man is slave to his own ignorance
And to his own personal sense of reality.
This, in turn, leads to another secret:
The only true sin is ignorance.
All the sought-out and accepted teachings
Of priests and prophets,
Rabbis and theologians,
Imams and evangelicals
Are just rhetoric, empty words from hollow men
Purportedly meant to give
Comfort and order to Man's life,
But only succeed in burdening him
With a genuine and profound sense
Of undeserved guilt for sins he did not commit.
All the answers Man thinks
He learns from these teachings about life's secrets
Are merely vague, naïve assumptions
Based on unlistened to answers
To unanswered questions,
In his trite and pitiful attempt
To deal with the biggest secret of all…
The reality of death…
And coming, finally, to the inevitable conclusion
That there is no arguing with reality.
Author's note: There is no forestalling the inevitable moment, whenever it may come. The best that most of us can hope for is, that when it's our turn, we might possibly go saddened but not embittered.