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Sacred Natives

Sacred native forests
remain enraptured in souls
shadowing mysterious nature’s silence.

Or when so deluged and brisk winded,
stormed to rage wild absence of restraint
overpowering more domesticated sounds of commodifying busyness,
diesel fueled 18-wheelers
carrying walky-talky caffeine flying drivers,
warning blares of commerce’s trains
for those without bodies and brains
to move away from rumbling dust river of busy tracks.

Native forests
speak sacred wilderness power through all five senses.
I cannot see a sacred forest
singing I Did It My Way,
or My Way Or The HighWay
appropriate anthems in their less bird-songed place, yes,
but not sacred lusty psalms of organic notes
for and from native forests,
where sacred sights
sound naturally right
and smell absent of stinky busy fright,
and taste and feel recycling peace.

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Woodland Lakes

Woodland lakes require making room for joy
and leaving rooms of gloom
for ruminating sadness
below reflecting forests,
where senses quickly fade toward death.

Making room for glad
baking lands of maddening sad
with wood fuels
released from trees
rooted in landscapes
emerging from seas of perpetual badness.

If positive polynomial polypaths
from woodland lakes for beauty
and repose
then so too
all notnot monomial monopaths lead to double negatives,
as time squared marches
to soft-lit tunes
and souls of woodland lakes;
where sad predicts glad
as bad follows good
as mad seeks balanced polypathic outcomes
floating on glass forested double-binding surfaces
of and with and in and under
as above lakes of woodlands.

Not truly seen
if not felt,
more fairly heard
when seeing
all this lake’s past waters
sinking up to down again
as sun spins round to set.
Woodland lakes
best heard and smelled
in tasty half-filled landscapes.

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Lost Lake Odessa

My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
to cross Jordan’s River
on Catherine’s Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to ports unknown
throughout my Lake Odessa Highways.

Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for my day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of force
to please titillating whims
of Lake Odessa’s middle class czarinas.

I can’t go home again
to places never born.
My mind can roam
and try to swim
and fly to where and what
and whom and why
we might have been
if we had built
a fine fair fortress
for peace that loves to rock
and sing sad songs
of what sights have been
in Lake Odessa.

Instead of gangs
and clicky clacks
we learn polycultured quacks
to flap and honk like Canadian geese,
to transubstand she ate
where America
begins to end
through Lake Odessa’s streets.

I’m much too busy
and self-important
sleep deprived
and programmed lose to lose
to win our way
back home again
where Lake Odessa meets.

The role of God
as played by me
writing comic operas
only kids can see
was what I loved
most secretly
in long lost Lake Odessa.

We need a better god for now
bringing peach tree jams
immortality
of love as wise
reframes lost loves
to live in jesting jars
of honeyed sweet
corns and thorns
for testing streets
tasting ancient Greeks
on shores of Lake Odessa.

We’re coming back
to save each other
from what might have been
without sly rudders,
tipping posts from wu wei mothers
to rebuild our crystal castle love
of forms that buzz with life
and tours that sag with history
spinning sprays of licks and waves
lapping soft and sandy
on long gone skies
of sanguine Lake Odessa.

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Ego’s Anthro EcoPolitical Powers

What we see and eat is who we are.
What we won’t see,
our ego’s becoming eaten up by time’s expiration,
is who we are not yet.

To grow ego-stretching out throughout space,
remember your very own DNA flows equivalently and coincidentally
and co-arisingly through each living cell of Earth.

And, to grow ego stretching back and forth
across bilaterally balancing time,
remember DNA/RNA’s rooted nutritional ecopolitical lineage of root systemic ecology,
biohistory fades back to fractal-light-squared greets dualdark cosmology,
and flares forward toward bicameral polypaths,
EarthTribe’s continuous organic
comprehensive
regeneration,
Continuous Quality Improvement
of economic-ecologic-analogic-algorithmic (0)-sum
cooperative health-care optimization.

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Divine Doors Opening LeftFront and RightBack

From Pronia, by Rob Brezsny, p. 267

Neither God nor the gods are dead,
but they seem to be disappearing
because so few of us are capable of carrying on authentic relationships
[at least] with them anymore
[leaving us with just us idol
ideal
idyll
indolent
idealistic worshipers of some day our day will come].

The [reductive] materialist delusion rules:
Millions believe that nothing’s real
unless it can be perceived by the senses.
[Even so,
a rock is even more materially real
than a song written for ears to hear it.]

Churches and temples [and governing offices] are full of ethical people,
but many of them have no clue about how to know
or feel
or converse with the divine [liturgical nature-languaged] intelligences.

What can the deities do,
having been banished from our conscious knowing
[eisegetical discovery and exegetical recovery]?

Jung said they have no recourse but to worm their [our] way
into our lives as sickness and pathology.
Repressed,
they [we] come in the back [RightBrain] door.

Which of your maladies or pains might be gods
in [duressed] disguise?
How might you get them to take off their [our] masks
and begin knocking on the front [LeftBrain deductive-dipolar-co-arising-abstractive] door?

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Final Climate Health Rally

He was in his death bed, or on it,
when I asked the most beautiful man Earth could ever know
about his legacy.

This apparently futile pilgrimage toward,
on behalf of,
climate health?
Is that of which you are so curious?

Yes, how well do you think you did
with all your ecopolitical consuming passion?
Who ate whom,
when your last chapter hits our history books?

As well, no better or worse eating and eaten than you,
or anyone else.
My healthy laughters and sad pathologies
have taught me faith that we each do,
have done,
will always do the best we can
this side of total collapse into hypnotic despair
and despotism.
Perhaps that’s what despair feels most like,
knowing we are and will continue to refuse all avenues toward hope.

Do you really speak so humbly of health?
Would not regenerative destiny proclaim your message more majestically,
gracefully
profoundly?

No, my message, like evolution of Earth’s time itself,
speaks through this multiculturing search for health opportunities.
Healthy people, places, planet.
Healthy minds with healthy bodies.
Parenting and politic-ing healthcare optimization
for ourselves no more or less than all Earth’s Tribes.
Ecological and economic health,
as if these could be different, really.
Psychological and metaphysically robust resonant health.
Paradigmatic and ecosystemic
and biosystemic health
and healthy water
and air
and soil
and even healthy fire and purgation,
self-chosen disciplines for purifying,
cleaning out climates of growing pathology,
swollen fossil piles of Elders past.

I never had or even hoped to have,
I could never imagine having a more awe-inspiring teaching
than caring for multicultural climates of
past and present and future healthy generations.
Healthy relationships and plans and ecopolitical designs
on and for and with each other
and Earth,
our great transitioning organic network-nest.

At this final moment,
or as you move in your culminating direction,
has it grown easier to separate fertile health priorities
from sterile absence of nutritional powers
of sight and smell,
feeling and hearing ecotherapeutic cognition?

Perhaps more comfortable once WinWin health strategies
become more environmentally supported.
Climate health is what is left
after ruling out all those WinLose modeling candidates;
healthy self and other care cannot derive
from pathological competitions
to win alone, if necessary.
It is not possible to win in isolation.
Monocultural isolation of self-identified powers
leads to the ultimate pathology.

You know climate health when you feel it and think it
because it does not smell of nihilistic loss,
emerging decay of climatic pathology.

This does not sound like rousing the climate health-care troops;
a final pep rally.

Well then you probably haven’t written my history
the best you can.

I’ll work on it.

You would achieve healthier outcomes
if you played around with it
instead.

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Belief v No Thanks

We believe in truths we empathically
ecopolitically
humanely
nutritionally trust.

We grow therapeutic faith in empathic trusts
too peacefully pregnantly beautiful
to not become true, one day,
this day, if at all possible.

We actively distrust those competing truths
within potentially cooperative powers
we multiculturally love to hate.

We can not not believe in/with  ecological truths
of/for
deeply etched nutritionally resonant trusts.

If we assume Earth, including Anthros,
is biosystemically fully invested in cooperatively healthy climate systems
and disinvesting away from dissonating and unstable toxins,
what each of us believes and disbelieves in
becomes more a question
of what and whom we ecopolitically/ecologically believe and disbelieve with.

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Final Operatic Scores

Of all vocations calling each of us
perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage
most arduous.

To reflect with full integrity,
both Left dominant hubris history
with Right-recessed notnot full incarnation,
those unfulfilled promise valleys of aptic time
lost to Ego’s yangish self-promoting memory,
past vocations sequentially emerging transubstantiations,
pregnantly nurtured with Left/ElderRight bicameral balance.

But, balancing or notnot yet,
to reconsider one’s sins,
both consummated and omitted,
bringing slow-growth ballast to one’s enculturation of grace,
both those healthier blessings fully consumed
as therapeutically strived for regenerate production,
yet also known only through past struggles stretching ego-compassion’s constitutions,
declarations of Self+Other incorporating cooperative interdependence,
laughter’s miraculous love moments
best shared, yes,
but yet bittersweet nutrition alone,
remembering what lives best not forgotten.

This final vocation,
to merge our previous lives together
with those we hope to follow.

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Planting Tree Therapy

Why do we aim hot hate at each other
causing further cracks and craters in dried-up deserted skin,
when we could choose to heal and recreate
formerly fertile forested and grassland soils
to filter and rejuvenate subclimates of therapy?

ReCreating springs and filters of and for clean rich waters,
together restoring healthy air
to breath more deeply together
as we plan Earth’s further fun and happier rejuvenation,
yet another year, and season,
decade and millennium.

We retain subclimates of good cooperative potential
so urgently needed.
We have no time left for guns and missiles.
We have so much labor-neglected waste and humane depreciation
for machetes and rakes and shovels.
No time left for any isms short of multiculturally rich Earthism.

For this we emerged
and to this center we each return
happier together,
more prosperous,
co-mentoring ecopolitical therapists.

Those who choose revenge and terrors
do not believe they have been given a choice;
that they have been born into a mess
out of which they can only compete to explode first and best.
And, who among us
has never known this victim of Earth’s vast apathy despair
and darkly smoldered for revenge?

These are those most worthy of catching this compelling vision
for co-redemptive healing of their landscapes and nurturing rivers,
within as without,
purifying our formerly chaste seas and skies
all perpetually
polyculturally
polypathically
revolving around and with one another
in hope of further resonant resolutions,
fertile regeneration.

Pathologies of eviL
no more or less
than healthy Live as spelled-out
swelled-up
in reverse.

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JustUs Fundamentalists

Said the JudeoChristian Fundamentalist (JCF)
to the Islamic Fundamentalist (IF),
We began building our ego-nesting sensory receptors
learning to RightBrain distinguish Self from BenignOther,
sensory nomial v binomial fundamental bipolar trust/mistrust memory.

Corresponded the IF to the JCFs,
Ah yes, as we LeftBrain relate to integrate self-health
to and within radical-alien pathological distrust.

JCF: Yet YHWH made all of us
to mature in our capacities for self-health regeneration.

IF: And Allah never loses sight of fundamentally radical sensory nutrient ecologies
of and for regenerative DNA/RNA continuity cultural strings
of Self+GreatElderOther designing memory;
where exegesis of logic breeds eisegetical analogies;
co-ecological dialectals,
algorithmic analogs.

JCF: Where we find absence of active love,
cognitive/affective dissonance,
between trusting RightBrain and mistrusting Left,
we learn hyperactive monoculturally stressed distrust
of a jealous god within.

IF: Yes, don’t we?
A feverish emotive hatred
concomitant with anger/fear motivated belief systems,
stirring up holy revenge for marginal powers of mere EgoMe
and further cycles of concomitant terrors.

Meanwhile, Nature/Spirit Gods and Goddesses of Earth’s ReGeneration
predict a multicultural bicameral coup
of great and small co-empathic trusting revolutions
emerging our climate of ecological nodus,
difficulty of difficulties,
climate sin of omitted climatic sins,
dissonance about transitioning dissonance,
fear of fear ourselves,
distinction of prime relational difference
between positive language for ecopolitical health
and negative aversions to verbal and behavioral pathology.

Alas,
I am a simple Taoist
trained to always choose
All the Above
as Below,
so what might we know together
enough to find our better humors?

It is when we can laugh together at our shared fears
that we know we have conquered them
more than they could ever conquer us
together

Within as Without our Polypathic Nodus,
where dissonant shockwaving chaos of Ego’s revenging terrors
meets and greets and struggles with
complex waves of Earth’s all-absorbing laughters.

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