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ReStoring EarthJustice

What was it that you said
about English law traditions
with two heads

One for protecting real property rights
of kings
to autonomously legislate their deeds
by dogmatic decree

Unchanging entitled ownership
of land
and all commodities upon Her

Royal manifest destiny over upstarts
serfs
soldiers
and tenants,
too much consumers,
and not enough producers

Descendents of dark slaves,
another form of living property,
livestock.

Meanwhile, this other mysterious line
inherited from some Mother’s legal culture
which might more civilly prevail
with more domestic issues
about equity,
fairness,
balance between conservative elitists
royal corporate capitalists
monopolists
straight white monotheists

And liberal democratic lovers
EarthTribal co-investors
polyculturalists
endowed with indigenous
bicamerally balanced
ego/ecosystemic wisdom
of economic and political
co-investment.

I’m asking because,
if it please the Royal Capital Court,
and even if it too democratically doesn’t,

To autonomously own living property
is against my sovereign religious beliefs

Both immoral
and illegitimate
to lord it over plants
and people on organic cooperative lands
and in global co-invested waters
recovering our sacred MotherEartha planet

Advocating for resilient polycultural Communion,
pleading and bargaining for health justice
and safe peace
for All EarthTribal Souls.

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Another Storm

Another storm threatens to come in,
feeling my responsibility
for uncaring
and unresponsive history

Fearing you
more than loving us

Setting out your pails
and plastic tubs
to catch cold
and dreary drips

Impaled remembering
past wet enemies
becoming darker spots
as moisture threatens,
building mold untold
as yet
by angry lips

Dripping windowed frames
and ceiling fixtures
of your felt losses
not equally carried
by more comforted me
opaque with tender crosses

Buried
in how lonely
love can feel
hidden in Earth’s evolving top,
improbable to see

Our together threatening
leaky roof may drown,
which you would have fixed
some months ago,
if you could do so
on your own.

This storm pauses
and brighter rays suggest
a sun still shining
behind dark uncivil distress

Clouds could uncover
our disassociation,
poor and hovering
coveting a sun-drenched nation

Calculating our cost in cash,
but not in minds and bodies
to stop stormy smothers
of inside raining
draining issues,
deep core tissues
thundering crash

Warning we must get this done
before another wild wet storm
fearing you
more than loving us,
undone

Darker clouds build to leak again
while I explain why
you still can’t trust me
to invest in unstormed peace

A contenting roof
unconditionally done

So all EarthTribe
can safely put away our pails
and nails,
defensive weapons,
buckets,
overflowing pans
and spans of climate panic

Now rumbling receding thunder
of fearing you
more than loving us

Turns toward replacing damaged health,
repriming stains repainting wealth
of more warmly wild respect
while together musing
about who is bare surviving
and is not thriving
with what prestorming care,

Remembering who is dry
and fair
and prosperous
and why
we fear this tragic storm
more than loving weathered warm.

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Cantos of Communion

All relationships
steadfast monotheistic
become stagnant hate

And change becomes
rightly and left weighed
swayed animation
accelerated
and delayed
panentheistic.

Yet we are not entirely changed
from our first health wealthy estate,
transubstantiating positive
by our changed circumference
our becoming does dilate
and integrate,
regenerate

And, returning to our selves
at co-related length
and width
and depth again
each day through night

Do awake
to working play
our cooperative perfection
as if by compassion’s fate

Inward,
outward
undulate.

Note: Inspired by, and respoken with gratitude becoming, Spenser’s “Cantos of Mutabilitie”

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Seasoned Health Reasons

We could widely perceive reasons
for healthy win/win spiritual relationships
and deeply feel seasons
developing wealthy cooperative natural sacraments
growing nutritional food
and natural fuel
and nurturing fertility

Becoming therapeutic fruit
of nonviolent communion
when ego traumatized nature
let’s co-passionately go

Of ancient AnthroSupremacist
monotheistic Capitalist
win/lose degenerative
zero-sum games

Condemning all sacred life networks
to ecocidal lose/lose death

Of Golden Ruling Gaia,
blue/green revolutionary
birthing deep round wombed empowerment
fertilized by richly robust
solar-seasoned
polyculturally polypathic
panentheistic health wealth experience

Deep inside peaking
and wide outside valleyed
ego/ecofeminist depolarizing
spiritual-reasoned/natural-seasoned
health-wealthy economic enlightenment,
ecologically nutritional
empowering
co-invested

So MeWe can widely perceive reasons
for healthy win/win relationships
and deeply feel seasons
of wealthy cooperative sacraments
growing polycultural food
and polypathic fuel
and polyvagal fertility
and polyphonic fantasy.

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Claustrophobic Center

Much has been felt
then written
about loneliness at the top

Less written,
yet perhaps far more often felt,
about claustrophobia in the center.

Problems with delegation,
boundaries,
predictable timelines,
responsive management focus,
follow through performance,
competitions to be heard
listened to
appreciated

Nonviolent calm
peace,
by contrast,
invites resiliently harmonic
win/win expansive
sublimely integrating
synergetic intention,
anticipation
slowly pushing out
and fading rabidly frenetic
anxiety,
chronic stress,
unmitigated win/lose trauma histories.

Integrity’s potential,
and not universal win/win perfectionism,
delivers resonantly happy,
wholesome,
healthy,
contented wealthy outcomes,
ecologically reconnected
with mythos
and eros
and ethos
and aesthetics
of panentheistic Paradise Promised

Is not perfectly comprehensive control
of a punishingly comprehensive
self and other governance system
felt as loneliness
near a constantly threatened
egocentric top

Of a patriarchal
capital-infested
win/lose zero-sum monopoly game
of Seize My Autonomous Day

Without unconditional regard
for EgoSelf as primal mentor
of what we look like,
versus what we feel like,
at the top of our AnthroPrivileged lives
without perfect GoldenRule encircling love.

A healthier democratic trust
for expansive EarthTribe circles
of co-empathic investment
may outdoor ease
our anxious indoor claustrophobic disease
fearful of disappointing
both authority figures
and our relentlessly needy constituencies

Angry at loss of privacy,
settling for less than sacred communion experience
within EarthTribe’s full sung range
of polycultural voices

Multiculturing choices
to feel and grow better,
healthier,
safe wealthier together
than dancing,
singing solo apart

On a stage
with a too bright ego spotlight
narrowly glaring at my own soul-embodied
godlike protagonist

Either against my own claustrophic circle
of followers
or standing alone at the supremely pompous top
of those already Othered
and thereby lessened–
followers,
sheep,
rather than cooperatively informed collaborators
steeped in Earth’s sacred
indigenous wisdom
and Sun’s enlightened
whole open systemic focus.

I suppose integrity’s co-empathic potential
for both/and nuanced
warm inviting cooperative regard
might be a contagiously viral
win/win alternative ecofeminist view

Anticipating cooperatively re-integrating
re-connecting
ecological mythic enrichment
of epic Here/Now
epistemological Body/Mind
eternal Life/Love
curiously interdependent Truth/Beauty
restoring Mundane/Sacred
bicamerally balanced
Paradise Lost

In EarthTribe wounded circles,
traumatized,
but not yet broken

While much has been autonomously felt
then written in self-isolation
about uneasy loneliness at the top
and diseased dismay
in a viciously shrinking circle
of traumatic climate despair.

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Raptor’s Eye

EarthCare Elders
repurposed our red brick industrial
BrownField

Including a rusted metal box
the size and shape of a giant’s coffin
orange and dingy brown
metallic flakes
floating toward sacred ground
along river’s sweeping bed.

Here lived a m other racoon
as had her Elder EarthMother
before her,
members of an indigenous EarthTribe
with river wisdom
long before our anthro-privileged
patriarchal/matriarchal political
and capital economic divisive time.

Because of Mother Racoon’s prior claim,
our Elders could not remove this blatant blight
from their waterfront views
when they salvaged the metal roof
beneath it
to install solar panels
and repurposed metal blades
for wind turbines
facing south
toward Long Island’s soundless waves
and marshy breezes,
rapture to the raptors.

So, instead of decapitation
the rusted tomb for racoon’s rest
was brushed,
redressed high up
above our healing river
and painted firey red
with a black raptor’s feathered eye
guarding west
across autumn’s sky
relentlessly watching
our rivered valley
as trees burn orange
and rich crimson
and mellow yellow.

Our sacred river eye
of gratitude for River Gaia’s flowing
watch back through transportive time.

She brought us rich soil,
luscious drinking water from the North,
seeds of grass,
raspberry and blackberry vines,
mountain laurel,
blueberry and cranberry bushes,
maple and oak and chestnut
and evergreens,

Edibles and ornamentals,
mushrooms and nuts,
berries and squash
and melons,
herbs and strawberries,
squirrels and frogs and b ears,
cats and wolves,
bats and eagles
flowing and following upstream sometimes

But, mostly down deep under,
sprouting magical thunder
awe and sacred wonder

All this
before our Raptor’s Eye
for those who see
what other’s hear
of EarthTribe’s mystery.

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Blank Page Syndrome

Blank page syndrome
feels like full page longing
to be done with some work project
that will not slowly grow worthy
of my time
and certainly no captivated reader.

I feel victimized,
tortured, actually,
by blank page syndrome

Where I want to feel some opening
and rewarding opportunity
and not dull risk
of further unnoticed failure
to richly
and wisely communicate
warm and wild communion.

My blank pages
demand content
spilled across blue horizontal lines
with a red left side vertical
demanding

Demarking where orderly thought correctly begins
to unfold top left
unfurling cause effectively
sequentially
toward right bottom

Yet Left dominance
overpowers Right feelings prominent
circling and recycling
whirling and spinning
spiraling out of win/win control
re-membering risks
of nontransparent failure
falling brawly short
of both peaceful Truth
and vulnerable Beauty.

Yet a bleakly black blank canvas
with no red
or blue bicameral communion rules
or tools
feels most frightening
intimidating of all
unbalanced
anthro-privileged
vaporous calls

My
“I can’t draw,
or sketch,
or paint,
or write,
or sing,
or dance,
or speak out woke”

Can’t preach
or teach inside voices
ignoring outside echoing choices
to evoke
childish dreams,
daydream schemes
to become Earth’s greatest love
of blank paged warm regard
for how we flew
and walked
and swam
and grew to Here embodied
meets Now compassioned mind

Greatest
deepest
widest
trusted EarthBeauty
dipolar co-arising
all scared yet sacred Time’s unfolding

Win/Win regenerative
peaks and valley sand
defining ecstatic
aesthetic lines
refining intimate circling graced spaces
etched throughout
neuro-systemic elegant
multigenerational potential

Not not synergetic journeys
deeply and widely
back and forth
out and inside
polyculturing communion

While staring at this straight lined
and otherwise white privileged
square-cut manufactured page

Holding my green health hope
and content contented circling pen
praying for worthy inspiration.

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EarthBeauty Passions

To follow our most transparent Light
To lead the most deeply vulnerable Soul
To accompany Beauty’s most trusted Bright

This compassionate communication quest,
like positive psychology’s best
and whole open systemic theories
about all our most synergetic rest

Resists negative
prejudicial
Retributive Judgment
of EgoSelves and EcoOthers

While positively promoting
TransParency
and VulnerAbility.

NonJudgment,
like NonViolence,
feels far weaker
than positive healing communication powers
of ComPassion.

Yet ReStorative CoPassions
do not seem to co-arise
to the enlightenment potential
of TransParency
or the empowering powers
of VulnerAbility.

This potentially positive Trinity
feels like an almost Holy
Whole
Holonic Triune Truth

Like Yellow sunlight’s TransParency,
Love’s Blue oceans of deep rooted
nurturing
VulnerAble panentheistic Soul,
Luscious Red flaring flames
of passionate EarthBeauty

Perhaps ComPassion
is less about humane contentment
and more about divine Beauty,
red-blooded EarthPatriotic Joy
enthusiasm
vitality
viral win/win contagion,
peak sensory-sexual experiences,
red skies of dawn’s climate vulnerable warming
warning
AND dusk’s multiculturally transparent delight

Invoking PolyCulturing CommunioNations
in a more tripartite egalitarian wisdom
full spectral communicating with,
and for, Beauty
Transparency
Vulnerability

And the greatest of these
is the Beauty of all three
redefining a Whole Open Communal Spectrum

Extravagant
exotic
erotic
intricate
intimate
infinite
sensuous
sensory
incendiary
incomprehensible
ecstatic
elegant
handsome
handfulls
of gorgeous nonviolet
win/win conversive
lose/lose reversive
vulnerably restorative
transparentylregenerative
EarthParadise Passion.

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A Year Ago

About a year ago,
as the COVID pandemic
seemed to subside,
then swell,
happily ebb
and yet impatiently flow

About a year ago
I was noticing cold autumn nights
bringing first frost
to my metal windowframes
and to my post-surgery tired back
and neglected aging heart.

Outside corner unit 315
my view to the south
of brownfield industrial waste
not salvaged
when converting this condo place
to residential co-invested space.

Outside all our interior doors,
a CommonsGrace ignored
for at least a decade of degeneration
now accelerating divestment
by investors seeking rental profits

And also by resident owners
who could not feel certain
that others felt shamed
by a stained
and torn carpet,
elevators that sometimes worked,
cracked and vaporously blind windows,
dilapidated doors,
impending rot
and gloom
and financial doom.

Now
a year later
our parking place
awaits demolition,
to become hauled away
dismissed
disposed of,
further disgraced,
to be repurposed
refaced
in some future highway
graveled trace.

A year later
our communication grace
is in transition
from feeling alone
victimized by our own hired hands
and by our Commons Governors
indulging an economy of capital scarcity,
patriarchal politics
of executive privilege,
an implied theology
of StraightWhiteMale
monotheistic exceptionalism,
as if godly wisdom comes down
only from an enlightened professional high,
and not from within
our sacred ecofeminist administrators
teachers
mothers
grandmothers
sisters
at least as swell.

Co-invested in cooperative
win/win resolutions,
ecologically reconnecting EarthCare constitutions,
health and safety non-prostitutions,
Yang strong and Yintegral flow
of bicamerally balancing institutions,
mindbodies for longterm healthy democracy,
transparent bilateral trust

Nonviolent communicators
cooperatively planning
and priority budgeting
to heal our side-by-side loneliness
by reconnecting cooperative care
for EarthTribe Wisdom:
a formerly healthy
polyculturally wealthy
sacred planet,
a multiculturally inviting property
for growing edible and ornamental plants
and health-minded wealth-embodied people,
enlightened LeftBrain strong and vital
empowering RightBrain co-empathic flow
of root
and gut
and sacred peak experience feelings

While planning not just to survive
our individual autonomous lives
but also to thrive
through EarthCare
for at least another 7-Regenerations
of healthier healing LeftBrain
ecological co-relations
and safer sacred RightBrain
panentheistic
EarthMatriarchal
co-empathic re-connections.

Our individual victim histories
of patriarchal-capitalism
now repurposed
to help heal our co-invested residential experiences
with PolyCultural Communion,
rejoining planet Earth’s great transitioning
climate of health and safety enterprise

Rather than hiding in self-judgment
and Othering shame
for moving in
to unhealthy and unsafe
historic property demise.

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Bruising Words

Words too often have rough edges,
bloody histories,
lines more defined
than relentlessly imaged cliffs,
worshipping sacred sunlight shades
of high hazards

Coveted risks
more than needed opportunities
to hard wall wail against wild creations
unmoved by words
without animated calling
longing
belonging
or wooing wilderness

Offending worded weapons
seducing well-schooled tools

Sounds with edges
and without

Opening and closing
edgeless sighing pause

Slowly awaiting surf’s slow
slurried
soft
slavish turn
to reach for shores
absorbing thoughtless
sand-grained
edges.

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