Alive & Ready To Dance Moon

Everything in your life—every moment, every struggle—is the path.

Everything is an opportunity for awakening.

           —Pema Chodron

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Alive in this jazz age Gregorian chant melancholy drag show

pitting us between a hardened reflexive nincompoop binary

flooded in zero sum swimming pool concrete

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Hands tied with plastic capitalist lies that garnish the big old man lie

the lie to rule them all, so many lies every day, the oldest lie

that the vulnerable quiet ones are naturally rightfully exploited

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Yes we are alive in this polychoral sprained ankle of love

where God asks us to risk getting shot in the face

for resisting racist paramilitary nazi/kkk amateur hour

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These short new days of the young year slipping

down the slippery chute of submission

who do we need to convince of our sincere intention

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Our holy connection—

what can we do to welcome them into our opposition

we believe we can disagree without being enemies

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Difference is actually Resilience brand perfume

made from locally-sourced, all-natural materials

with a spring in each gatherer’s step for sure!

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Apply spirituality to the wound like bank mud, calendula

shape of a hand upraised in friendship fun, in earthy greeting

heart face eye searching finding the sun unbroken ongoing

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Alive for the time being as fossil clouds

neither wise nor foolish just hungry at some level

for more tomfoolery innocence equilibrium ease beauty

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This first dark moon week wants justice

the second quarter moon week wants peace

the waxing third week moon just moans & moans

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A mountain brook crying down in silver reflecting pools

full of this life experience, both together and apart

is the immediate dance death bliss basis of all existence.

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