When will we gain the wisdom to survive
of fascist bullying tendencies
toward shrieking violence
at silent displaced victims,
creating rivers of homeless
Where are the all growed up
nurturing regenerate adults
in our capital city rooms?
On organic farms, maybe,
and outside healing our soils
and climatic atmosphere.
When our great grandkids
arrive happily and safely by bike
across cooperative harvesting neighborhoods,
team teaching and listening
their restorative justice Sunday Creation Schools,
riding through their Permaculture Designed
Sacred Deep and Wide Ecology Projects.
When they stand among allied classmates
like slow-growing trees
restoring Earth’s climate ruined place,
When they have restoried our No Gun Zone streets
with bike paths and nutritious narrative trails
through literally edible forests
and bright-flowered lanes,
When their eco-village homes
preserve and naturally-spiritually reconstruct
EgoStrong and EcoFlowing places
born upon river valley sides,
goat and sheep grazing Greens,
and organic cooperatively-owned and managed gardens
rich in well-placed windows
for observing lovely PositivEnergy abundance.
When their FirstNative sacred River
once again runs gracefully pure,
as their premillennial parents
never saw or knew it.
And over stone and clay bridges
birdsong like a rainbow-octaved canopy
speaks through fragrant flowered air
cool in wooded shade,
warmer on arms
and bicameral heads
crossing clover and alfalfa clearings
to green sweetgrass memories.
When on their steepest river banks
an old forest already stands restored
from briared choking vines
by PositiveEnergy Justice Guardians.
When their deep and rich leaf-fall blankets
drift down to sooth multicultured roots.
When nurturing out and in veins
now forgotten resources
for Ego-EcoCentric Hope,
toward cooperative energy restoration.
When their families sing and dance together
on town Greens and meadows.
When indoor and outdoor voices
hear polyphonic music
rise out of polypathic grounds…
ancestral DNA-RNA anthems
of well-danced solidarity.
Then this native river valley
will spread across bilateral time
and WiseElder space,
a self-perpetuating grove of grace
And sacred eco-theo logical memories
grow through fire-circling matriarch-patriarch legends.
Sacred ego-echo resonant legends
spring into gospel songs
of polyculturing harvests.
Civil Right-Left love songs
liturgize humane EarthSoul sacraments.
Deep learning abundance of this ZeroZone place
after our climate pathology time
carry songs of people
hawks and doves,
whales and wolves
bring sacred WiseElder health
indwelling PositivEnergy light.
They no longer merely dream
of WinWin ZeroZone Raptures,
no paradise transubstantiation
as consuming competing victims
rather than also producing cooperative allies.
Our WinLose competing hardships
of inevitable evolution
help birth their WinWin ZeroZone,
EarthSoul in synchronic responsive responsibility,
democratic mutual authority,
sublime cooperative possibility,
sacred mundane everyday epic vocations
For Nurturing ReGenerative Adults
revisioning A Vision
away from Toxic DeGenerative
perpetual WinLose Adolescence
of too much LeftBrain Yang dominance,
refusing to succumb to EarthSoul’s grace
as our No Gun ZeroZone.
Note: This piece borrows lavishly, gratefully, shamelessly, and hopefully transparently from Wendell Berry’s “A Vision”