Summer Parallelismus Membrorum Poems

If Thou take not our hands,
and feet,
our bodies
hosting ghostly minds,
our organic inside lives
flowing out emphatic love

We will continue to fail,
to fear,
to feel tired,
retired,
weary,
untreaded,
worn.

When I try...

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Like Winter
predicts Summer

Dark grey suffering
is not yet total green forest
and blue sky loss

As one cold
lonely voice
isolating experience
need not preclude
warm
yet alone
embracing vulnerable memories
transparent images
anticipating full-bodied reconnections,
compassionate...

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Sacred,
unlike corrupt,
wealth

May also become
mental health,
unlike pathology

Empowering compassion,
unlike disempowering dispassion

Co-invests in win/win 
economic relationships

Which may also become
co-operative political partnerships

Rooted in courageous
deep felt listening,
breathing,
pregnant pauses
open toward silent
nonviolent...

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When I am gone,
in winter's timeless hibernation,
what will you be doing
with this sanctifying place
in time's healing space
refueling mortal rememory?

When you peer here
in summer's eternal play
what...

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What are your most winterish
critical trauma events
in these most recent
three millennia?

Why 
just my traumas?
Why not their corresponsive
therapies
for restoring EarthJustice?

Please go on
and on
questioning my questions
seemingly without...

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For every relationship
we can rediscover
a season
of increase
and tipping point
toward decrease.

For every correlation,
positively resonant
and negatively dissonant,
a regenerative
becoming degenerative season
for building up and out
and tearing down and...

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Inside monotheistic ego aware
feeling
outside polytheistic co-empathic

These inside enlightened intuitions
outside verbal empowering cognitions
reflecting cooperative
in-between positive co-relationship
representing explicit wealth wants
and implied health needs

Win/Win co-relational regard
awareness
noticing all genetic...

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Step out with me,
if you would be so kind,
on my melting island of ice.

Full-heated summer sun
feels good on our backs and shoulders
and faces turned down...

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