Take My Hand

If Thou take not our hands, and feet, our bodies hosting ghostly minds, our organic inside communion lives flowing out emphatic communication love We cannot continue to fail, to fear, to feel tired, retired, weary, untreaded, worn, unpleasant, numb. When I try to sing this earnest prayer with only my heady voice from the neck up, following all correctly crowned notes, judiciously following lines of predicted pitch and regulated rhythm, this feels secularized, segregating, dissociated, dissonant, disembodied divisive desperately diminishing re-ligioning integrity's potential health and safe wealth polyvagal wokeness Just another LeftBrain verbally dominating performance, pretty practice preparing for passive, impassive listeners unmoved unwounded untouched. But, if I feel free to sing in urgent love-news voice, full body moving rhythmic passionate choice, Then, together we embrace with hands, with feet, hips knees bowed shaking supporting quaking remembering past sacred invocations, a plea for noted grace sufficient safe sacred space for this next re-connected breath, next re-ligioned minute, re-membered hour, re-generous dark night. "I have lost my precious sons" to disease to death to suicide to hate to anger to fear to greed to sadness badness madness, to lack of full-bodied gospel gladness. "I have lost my diva faith" in healing in compassion in power of hope love passion intimate pleasure transparency vulnerable wealth of healthy curiosity, Light of resonance music nonviolence healthy communication peace green/blue Earth communion. "I am drowning in fear" and anger trauma panic that my life loses sacred meaning and secular purpose, divine agency without this mindful, fully embodied cherished 0-soul relationship between passionate mindfulness and full-bodied pleasant wellbeing. A transparent vulnerable passionate togathering of primal love, eye to eye, ear to ear, cheek to cheek engagement from universal crown to unitarian root chakras Whole neurosystemic singing voices for healing hands, dancing choices for strong-heeled feet. Precious Lord on sacred knee I cannot stand again straining within restricted monolithic lines, merely correct monopolistic notes with sufficiently static monochromatic pitch Frozen below my neck, devoid of love body lost darkly silenced invocations, urgently wise compassions Inviting Precious Lord to take my hands, my feet, my mindful crown and sacred bodied sensory roots singing down into deep nurturing raw dancing need to cherish Earth's re-ligioning Integrity Life and Death Health and Pathology Gain and Loss Summer and Winter Regeneration and Degeneration Light and Dark Mind gain without Body loss Wearied rest Worn peace Weak strength Not negative positive Either and or Crowned One AnthroLord and Zero-Rooted Indigenous EarthWomb.