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Reclusive Accountabilities

I am sick of excuses to avoid responsibility
and I am, today, sick with excuses to avoid responsibility
with “I’m just a mortal human. I make mistakes.
I judge situations and relationships,
assess potential risks to care and nourishing choices
badly sometimes.”

I do. And so do you.

At the same time,
I applaud mutually transparent accountability
to always do our best,
to apply Golden Rules as broadly stretching out across time and species,
until no moment escapes our WinWin ecoconscious
YES!
to totally sharing accountability for
my/our judgments,
communication,
my/our relationships,
for both positives and negatives.
Yes to sharing accountability for my/our environments and cultural climates,
my/our days,
my/our generations,
my/our species,
my/our choices of entertainment and amusement,
my/our realities and imaginations,
my/our judiciary system,
my/our Police Officers
and attorneys
and judges
and potentially useful WinWin ecopolitical leaders
and, of course,
loving parents
co-mentoring breathing in
as breathing out together with both ears nondually co-arising Basic Attendance.

Responsible,
doing the best I can each moment,
mindful behavior choices
are nourished by low-stress environments,
and their wise and good-humored caretakers.

When law enforcement is culturally more important
than peace enforcement,
When the criminalization of humanity is culturally acceptable
ecopolitical harm through coldly-calculated bullying,
repressive intimidation,
then we are all entrapped in mutually-paranoid terrorism and LoseLose scenarios,
correctional strategies guaranteed to bring the worst possible outcomes
for everyone,
about which absolutely no one is really better than miserable.

Criminal-prejudice is no more politically, economically, ecologically healthy
than is racism.
In fact, for many U.S. people of color,
racism feels a whole lotta like presumption of abusive/neglectful criminal-intent.
Paranoia is this same presumption, writ large,
across our entire BusinessAsUsual cultural climate of pathology.

Peace enforcement
and the full balanced ecoconscious humanization of this species
require us to accept what we might see and hear
and feed ourselves,
in positive healthy ecopolitical days and nights
as positively incarnated Reality Shows
where everybody actually wins what they most need in the end,
or at least more than they had,
where there are no real losers needed to make a good wholesome story,
positive youtube videos are for every mind and body’s WinWin future.

Law enforcement
and the nihilistic further commodification and criminalization of humanity
does not nourish well-rounded healthy regenerations
to build up who we ecotherapeutically are
and where we are headed together,
like cynical negative Reality Shows,
and sociopathic social media messages
of violence and mayhem begets more of same.

We have positive Selfies and social media stars
and there are also negatives.
But, we hope our political leaders
and police officers
and judicial systems
are feeding more on the positive
and not frothing at the mouth so much
in actively dissonant mistrusts of collective culturally degenerative paranoia.

We have a profound ecopolitical choice to make,
to invest in positive health assumptions of Golden Rule good faith
until proven otherwise,
not just strongly, prejudicially, and malignantly suspected,
and we too often invest in negative social and eco-political poor health choices,
news and interpreted events
as entertainments and grist for ruminating imaginations
and then paranoid realities,
LoseLose pathologies,
absence of faith in a more integrative regenerative future.

We can choose to learn our way toward more robust Climate Health,
or go this other way,
with armed humorless paranoids
disguised in peace officer uniforms,
really out to get themselves yet another victim
of their anger and disappointment with humanity’s
lack of self-respect and -responsibility,
including their own sometimes
when they really are not doing the best they can
in a struggling situation.
Or, are they?

Those who feast on negative media and gaming entertainments,
bad-environment choices,
maybe shouldn’t take the lead on determining what is commercially-viable news
about challenging and suffering events and cultures
and religions,
and economic and political systems,
and ecological systems
still gasping for more positive good-news health
and less satire and nihilism,
and paranoia.

Responsibility meets our levels of accountability
for trust and empathy
and active listening and noticing possibilities to minimize victimization,
criminalization,
revenge,
stealth and duplicity,
anger and fear,
mistrusts growing into raging distrustful paranoid hatreds
of individual magical fragile sacred people,
and families nurtured by and in and with Beloved Communities,
we have too often reduced to vocational labels
associated with diatribes of prejudicial disrespect,
not understanding victim-creators suffer too,
for what they do and what they have failed to do,
as how they are
in this too-toxic environment.

If you cannot find any compassion for your accusers,
your nay-sayers,
your deniers,
your bullies and fascists and terrorists
for their ridiculous LoseLose scenarios
begging for a good laugh,
rather than satirical character assassinations,
stepping out of WinWin hopes and faiths for health and help and hope,
then you are still looking
for how this that has happened to you
could move further toward WinWin ecopolitics,
more opportunities for health with less risk of pathology,
as am I,
while a paranoid white male Police Officer
continues shouting through my screen door
about my highly over-rated sense of shameless disregard for others.

Maybe he just needs more sleep,
better meds.
Who knows?
I wish they wouldn’t let him out loose with a gun
by himself,
he’s scaring me and my kids
with his humorless lack of hearing
and therefore compassion for others
who probably also could use more sleep,
more vacation,
less negative recreations.

 

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Dancing Soul Disorders

If I could write as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty blues,
recreating confusing hybrids
not safely translated in static language,
these ecstatic moments
entered and left without embodied holy shadows,
remembered fondly but soulfully
in smiling enspirited muscles
unwilling to let go of sensual life
without breathing glistened music.

Refrain training love moments to last through
passion rails of kicks and licks
balance taking giving leaps of faith
Earth will hold these swirling bones
bound arteries of flowing bliss
and dripping pulpy agonies.

Dance scripts unveil
moves and positions already body revealed and loved
within Earth’s kindness
and just balancing reward,
truth in and through beauty,
healthy love abundance in rich organic life
and peacefully arresting pause of death,
pregnant silent pause.

I lust not merely right write
but dance
with each cell swelling to sing
big and small
fast then slow
up as down
around each day’s choreography
on through abandoned freedom’s passion night.

If I could dance as write.

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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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