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Why Is It?

Why is it

those who reside in mental hospitals

find themselves struggling to remember

This is supposed to be a hospital,

and not a prison for society’s revenge?

 

Why is it

those who find themselves imprisoned

struggle to remind themselves

and each other

This is supposed to be a prison,

and not an insanely vengeful mental hospital?

 

Why is it

bondage breeds violence

as freedom feeds cooperative democracy,

mutual empowerment?

 

Why is it

defending capital-hoarding elites

breeds criminalization and militarization,

while freeing human natures

to embrace all Earth’s nature-spirits

feeds  ecological democracy

to polypathically grow,

contagiously expand in joy

and wonder

and mutual awe?

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Health Loss WarGames

As I transitioned from high school
to the University of Michigan,
one of the leading national health and safety issues
was painfully violent loss of Vietnamese and U.S. lives,
and hundreds of thousands hurt,
maimed for life,
if only on our now insane war-torn insides.

President Nixon
and his Secretary of State
Henry Kissinger,
when pushed by my peers
to get out now,
once and too often said
“I don’t disagree with you
as to the wisdom of our original involvement,
but we cannot leave in a way that would cause dishonor,
loss of credibility…”

My own Republican parents seemed to agree.
What they and Nixons and Kissingers could not hear
was our morally imperative challenge:
We agree with each other,
and with our most patriotic ForeFathers
and ForeMothers,
and our Vietnamese and U.S. grandmothers,
as to the health hazards and unsafe indefensible original involvement
in shooting each other
to continue not resolving legitimate economic and political issues.

Because of these historical precedents
to procure and protect mutual health,
happiness,
and prosperity,
we cannot stay in Vietnam
in a way that would cause even further dishonor,
loss of health and dwindling wealth credibility…”
political credibility
ecological credibility,
just plain rational credibility,
or even both Left and Right sacred integrity.

It saddens me to hear,
as my children are now of about that same adolescent
through young adult time,
vulnerable to full health care choices
accessible only for those with deepest pockets,
to hear Republican leaders
responding to recent overdue Affordable Care actions
with:
“I don’t disagree with you
as to the wisdom of health and safety
original constitutional intent,
but we must leave behind Democratic Obamacare
improvements toward this sacred federal mandate
or dishonor our partisan public disservice,
and further muddy our loss of credibility.”

Again,
they are not listening
to voices for secular health
and sacredly defended safety of all lives:
We all,
Republicans and Democrats,
U.S. and non-U.S. residents
with democratically cooperative original constitutional intent,
must not remain the only wealthy nation
without a clear culture of health federal mandate
to protect economic
and ecological
and physical
and mental health
and safety of all lives,
now,
and those yet to come,
or we will continue to bring dishonor upon ourselves,
and an even longer pathological history
of decreasing global credibility,
not just among humane nature
but with
and for
and of all Earth’s health-wealth optimizing natures.

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Rivers Revolving Crises

In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and polyphonic purest capital boundary roots
for future’s river flow investment
out-flowing down
from Earth’s absorbing rain
back through tributaries
toward saltwater seas of creolizing cultures,
estuary bounded
vulnerable fertile forests
in deep blue lagoons,
anthro-roots of historic habitation preference.

Preference for normal downstream flow
of peaceful evolution
following wiser councils.
Uncivil and international strivings paddle more violently upstream
merely to tread equivalent water,
stuck in midway-revolutioning
ambivalence about criminal necessities
of both WinLose capital gives and takes of violence
about our historic civil rights
to simply revolve around
to float WinWin downstream
with time to sing and dance together
more harmoniously
heading for Earth’s shared polyculture forest
Paradise of globally non-violent,
and well-fed, democracy.

Democracy has swung both ways
across my USA lifetime.
Sometimes revolutionary fighting
toward purity ideals of heavenly headwaters,
inspired by conserving dreams of where
and when
and how and why
our river of democratic loving leisure started,
in austere glacial yet matriarchal mountains
of alpine womb regenerativity,
bright and thin-aired climates
yet already trickling with deep rich promise
as this river’s economy tumbles down
both healthy wealth
and pathological abuse
of toxically competing poverties
among nutrition’s spiritually diverse dynamics.

Dynamics of feeding and bleeding rivers
feel not yet ecotherapeutically known,
yet ecologically
and psychologically
and even democratically
and global multiculturally felt and already heard
as absence of dissonant ecopolitical waters.

No regenerate river can bleed investments
downstream toward political enculturing forests
except what has been co-invested fed-in upstream
evolving cooperative nurturing streams
flowing economically healthy downstream.

Downstream revolutions
are caused by history’s upstream co-invested evolutions.

Evolution along this democratizing river history
prefers to AnthroParadise arrive
within Earth’s blue lagoon fullness,
emerging from headwaters of capital investment
cooperatively flowing down and out
to become caught where most needed
by future generations
longing for eternal peace,
yet finding daily violence
in nationalistic
supremacist,
often patriarchal,
voices.

Voices violating tidal rivers silence have not yet listened
to learn
deepy etched peaceful river revolutions.

When rivers are yet young and steep
and still bedrock stoned
with our own internal needy cultures,
we overfeed gravity’s urgent pull
down and out into salty seasons
of confusing chaotic surge and surf.

Surfing revolutions of peaceful tidal rivers
are sweetest
in deep creolizing histories of matriarchal family
and tribal peace-keeping cooperative revolutions,
slow-evolving rich soil striation,
river double-boundaries by WinWin consensus.

WinWin consensual tidal rivers
flow back to re-invest in capital producing austerity
of ego-eco concentric flowing purpose,
to conjoin again
back down and out
creating forested economic views
and deep creolizing dreams
of slow rhythms
rich blues
dancing in and out,
up and down,
singing democracy
back and forth,
breathing in history’s peaceful evolutions
with acrid burning and burying violent revolutions
to breathe downstream and out
peace intending rivers
co-revolutioning awareness,
bleeding ebb of matriarchal opportunity
and feeding flow of patriarchal crisis.

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Problems of Successful Choreography

Old misunderstandings of how Earth
and Her species
evolve,
regeneratively and degeneratively change,
sometimes in revolutionary expansive/implosive quick and great transitions,
but more traditionally in slow-grow emergent spacetime development,
are often summarized in secular capitalism’s
Might Makes Fertile Right.

While this does capture the Yang strength side
of Earth’s fast and slow revolutions,
PermaCulture Design’s principles for polycultural long-term success,
rather than ego-endosymbiotic monoculturing,
this generation only, success,
stresses our need to return,
to repent, say the prophets,
to revive, say the preachers,
by turning from high individualistic-competing yields
from non-renewable fuel-driven technologies,
as if only they were God-Given,
to set an evolving clock backward toward non-regenerative energy descent,
degenerative trends
and concomitant traumas of our current overshoot
into climate and landscape pathologies,
internal-egotistical and external-anti-ecological.

Succeeding time in evolutionary reverse,
appears revolutionary to those of us who have been chosen
by colonialist capitalism’s logical transition conclusions
to retrain old faith and reliance
on using less competitive and more sustainable yields
from Father Sun’s solar Yang-radiant strength
and Mother Earth’s wind and water Yin-nurturing flows
from and for
renewing recycling restoring regenerating resources.

This is not so much about anger competition management,
and more about restorative ego/eco justice.

The problem of Might Makes Right success stories
is they patriarchally dominate,
and matriarchally suboptimize,
Yin’s ecofeminist flow opportunities
for maximum yield
and optimal cooperative-constitutional nutritional reinvestment.

Patriarchy’s singularity,
intrinsic domineering supremacy,
hides its oppression of our bilateral
nondual co-arising matriarchal/patriarchal
recessive-reverse-hierarchical
network stretching and extending multiculturing balance
ego/eco opportunities.

Yin’s embryonic,
womb-like,
nutrition-nurturing ego/eco zero-sum equivalence,
but within an open ecological Universe,
with WinWin positive polynomial and polypathic bicamerality
with double-binding negative ambivalent N(NP)
effect-cause spacetime dipolar co-arising
spiral re-linearity,
the very sideways holonic
fractal/octave “8” scale octave structure
of regenerative bilateral DNA
and RNA,
and our iconic nature symbol for Eternity,
without stipulating whether perpetuating successes
emerge toward Paradise
or DualDark entropic chaos,
dark Yang v Yin
over light C-Yin and C-Yang
as c-squared dipolar appositional
as Eulerian ergodic harmonic fractal
as Fullerian 0-sum cooperative synergetic thermodynamics
of/for
from/toward
deduct freedom from/induct freedom to
Left/Right
4-equivalent dimensional
co-arising organic spacetime.

This problem with capitalism’s evolutionary success
is its cultural weight too far beyond devolutionary overshoot
of Might Makes Patriarchally Left v Matriarchal Right
outmoded unbalanced paradigms.

This way of not seeing,
and therefore voting for,
perversely supporting unhealthy Earth’s anti-wealthiest devolutionary future
is intrinsically anti-Christian,
and anti-multiculturing religious,
anti-social
anti-sacred ecology
in general
and basic ego/ecojustice principle.

Capitalism’s competitive excesses
desecrate Earth’s cooperative Commons
essentially by denying this wisdom of regenerative-cooperative
democratic co-reinvestment in future healthy abundance;

Which is not a logical or ecological possibility
in the co-presence of Yin-Matriarchal-Cooperative
flow-power enculturing equivalence,
advocating for climates and landscapes of healthywealth ambivalence,
polycultural and polypathic and polynomial and multiculturing
polyphonically creolizing
capitalism’s tradition as understory
of Earth’s cooperative nutritional health
as mutual trust economy.

WinLose games and ecopolitical strategics of Me Against You
do not sustain when they dominate
within an ecosystem,
a population,
a democratic citizenry,
a universe,
a ReIterative Communication Gaming Frame,
or even within attempts to retain open communication lines,
requiring both Yang-integrity speaking skills
and Yin bilateral cause-effect-cause
recycling co-arising dipolar listening skills.

If capitalism is a true success of Earth’s wealth history,
how is it also notnot potential failure
for Earth’s healthiest Paradise retention potential?

Scientific method,
to become and remain optimally successful,
has always theoretically watched
for importance of both deductive Win/Lose tests,
and cooperative mutually-inductive, co-informing, communications
transcending specialized paradigms,
promoting WinWin speciated learning
reiteratively delineating successes,
permacultural nutritional outcome production,
not just information about what has been consumed
from and in our past,
but also wisdom about what we could produce
more transliteratively danced and sung together.

Too long articulated hypostasis
is also too immature creolization potential;
these two nondually co-arising together
rebeginning ourselves toward sacred dipolar re-acclimations.

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Subversive Dance

I hope we can help ourselves
and each other
become quieter,
more leisurely,
generous,
grateful,
graceful dancers of sound
rhythm
pattern
voices of color
to see and hear these quieter vibrations
of wildness.

Wildness
wilderness
relatively untouched forests of mountains
and oceans,
rivers
lakes
ponds
swamps of wildness
for quiet forms of song and Earth dance.

Dance
moving to louder voices of climate pathology
and landscape erosion
decomposition of home and safety,
but also quieter dance
of witness
stalking visual prey
we would not violate with unwanted harming touch,
turning and swirling whorls of joy
quiet
yet also loud tornadoes
hurricanes
tsunamis whirling wildly loud.

Loud dance thrashing
climates of disarray
for smaller subclimates within
remaining wildness of species memory.

Memory of meadow walks
and naked tree climbing
swinging dances with polyphonic gendered nature
nurturing quieter wilderness
teaching slowing leisurely dance
through each day
returning to healthy full moon wealth
of wildness,
ecodancing movement to sound
and pause for silent graced lines
of sight.

Sights of quieter fragrance
and pungent distant fear
remembering mountain
ocean
water and air
fire and Earth’s Wildness
dancing loud pathologies
of Her majesty and awful wonder
reminding me and us
to respect our wise gratitude
for quieter voices and movements of nature
teaching grace as gratitude
for wilderness within
as wisely without you and I.

I hope I can help
grow quieter listeners
of wildness songs sung together
with dancing graceful pause,
wish for wilderness witnessing partners,
mutually stalking copresence
within Earth’s cooperative quiet majesty,
ecodancing drums
too anthro-discentering loud,
yet sometimes refreshingly polypathic quieter journeys
dancing softly hummed,
paused within echoing forests
of bounding binding wonder.

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Evening Rainsong

Alone again
yet evening rain falls
cooling fresh breeze voices
anxious for everything,
angry about nothing.

Nothing to do about rain falling
as sure as gravity
of dripping issues
landing in my lap,
splattering naked children’s sleepy heads
and innocent soft shoulders.

Into each life…
Yes,
yet eventide rains inside voices
wet down dwindling life
of tiring consciousness.

If I could not read or write or speak
who would I sing with in new found leisure?
Scattered lyrical thoughts
of painful rain
for evening’s loss of light,
and dawn’s dew drop evaporations
raising praise for might
of rain rising up yet again
to grace some other’s night.

We each sing with rain dying alone,
a humanic nature feeling trapped
alien emigrant returning home
to Earth where all creations fail and fall
to rise again singing through new voices
and hues,
spectral rhythmic
dances of songs and cries
each our lived together owned,
rising up new throated sounds
disintegrated symphonies
of song sung out
toward tomorrow’s rain clouds
capturing moist radiant waves,
wet sounds of song
well-lived yet bound.

I hear too complex songs for living,
polyphonic evening rains
falling down alone
to rise again belonging songs
evaporating praise,
leaking radiance
gathering together.

Into and through each flowing melody
of rebaptising life
dirged this night alone
yet heard as well-sung rain forever.

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Inside Outdoor Voices

Just as honesty plants seeds of integrity
so too
vulnerability plants seeds of honesty.

My primary vocation
in this my gay grandfatherly retiring age
is to parent mindbody challenged adolescents
of diverse colors
as ecotherapeutically as possible
to optimize their and our wealth
of health,
growing nutritional elements and moments
into humanely co-operative organisms
with good days
more than bad.

More or less like watering the flowers
and ignoring the weeds,
or, better yet,
repurposing the weeds,
redirecting their potential energy
in a more nutritiously nurturing way.

My kids not only are vulnerable,
they know they are vulnerable,
and this tends to make them exceedingly honest
with themselves
with me
with each other
about what is funny and what is tragedy.

They are easy to parent
in this way.
Yet this same vulnerability
is their greatest risk
in a too often competitive,
and mindless of other’s special needs,
world.

We communicate connected to the feeling level,
even while learning the ABCs,
the 1 through 100 percents of good and bad numbers
and proportions and balance and symmetry,
the drawing of self-portraits,
homes,
Earth and Her Sun.

Often these inside feeling voices
do not feel well enough to care about the ABC’s,
or even the needs of those we need to love
and to love us,
to be as lovely with as possible.
Inside feeling voices
become loud and angry and hurt outside voices.

I noticed this the other day
when old family friends dropped by.
Not quite as old as I
and therefore much less retired
from life’s exterior competitions.

When we had time to visit several times per week,
we often began together
checking in about how our inside voices were feeling today,
happy or sad,
depressed or triumphant,
and usually some more richly nuanced place between.

Then we would turn to our big outdoor voices.
What we were working and playing on and with
in our back and front and side-yards,
the gardens and woodlands of our productive nutritional lives,
how the pets and pests
and domestic egg-layers were feeling,
and why
and why not.

These two voices generally resonated with each other.
What we were working on with Outdoor Voices
said something about nutrition and health we were working on
as individuals
as a family
with our Inside Voices,
and vice versa.

Only then,
if there was nothing else to do,
no further outdoor recreations
and discernment projects,
would we return to more
yet less intimate and vulnerable
Indoor Voices.
Work and play projects in perpetual interior process.
The noticing of more ornamental acquisitions
like ceiling and wall and floor coverings,
safer boundaries
about what we could see together
through all those more interior feelings
and thoughts about relationships,
past and future and present interactions,
transactions of value and disvalue,
warmth and cooler apathy.

I remembered this yesterday
when old friends,
no longer neighbors, revisited
and we began with new floor and ceiling coverings
and ended with farewell.
They arrive so late
it is already past time to be back home
to get ready for another Indoor Voices
monotonous
monoculturing day.

Which, this morning,
results in feeling blessed
to be here in this time and place
to listen and speak at our leisure
with my vulnerable no-boundary kids,
outrageously honest about their nutritional needs
and wants,
speaking with full volume integrity
in both Inside Outdoor Voices,
health
meets and greets and eventually defeats
pathology,
through honest integrity
of repurposing redirection,
feeding the flowers
and noticing how funny the weedy Outdoor Voices
sound indoors
feeling our way through the ABCs
and the 1 through 100% flowering days
and mean weedy nights.

I’m surprised and disappointed
my former neighbors didn’t notice all the new fruit trees
and berry bushes
poppies and lilies
strawberries and tomatoes
onions and garlic
asparagus and rhubarb,
and 17 new solar panels on the roof!

My kids could care less
and probably never more
what our old friends did
and did not
notice,
other than their own Voices
vulnerably maturing into integrity,
I hope.

Still,
I’m glad they noticed,
because the liked,
the new floor and ceiling covers.

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