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Abolishing Apostacy

Wealth of Integrity

You have heard it said
Turn your swords into plowshares.

We, both Left and Right, echo that to add
Turn from planting bombs and bullets and barbs
to planting trees, and shrubs and carbon-infested fibers.

If our problem is too extreme climate change,
Our resolution is to plant trees, not bombs,
plant shrubs, not refuge-denying inhospitable shrugs,
plant and re-invest carbon, not climate runaway,
through co-investment capital values,
not egocentric hoarding pathologies.

Does this sound like Republican apostasy?

Apostatize–to depart from orthodox integrity.

Hypostatize–to treat and/or regard as a distinct substance
or reality.
Antonym: Synergize

To compassionately communicate
is to integrate
by bringing together
what was LeftBrain hypostatized.

Domesticate: To welcome and train for matriarchal cooperative purposes;
exclusive of patriarchal hoarding and/or self-indulgent divestment
degenerating Earth’s synergetic economy.

Capturing and Hoarding (aka LeftBrain Piracy): Sins of long-term hypostatization,
loss of nutritional flowstream,
dissonant upper-caste privileged choices
with Win v Lose 0-sum assumptions
where ego/eco-systemic Both/And options
are co-empathically apparent,
but kept non-communicated
separate.

Matriarchal AntiThesis
(like Gaia Hypothesis):
Carbon/capital re-investment in global domestication
is dynamically equivalent to
Win/Win healthy-wealth root systems
of and for compassion values v dispassion disvalues.

To LeftBrain hypostatize thoughts
and not RightBrain synergize feelings
as revolution without evolution,
as authoritarian Yang without domesticating Yin
as patriarchal dualism is to matriarchal nondualism.

We need to comprehend
as of yesterday,
if not earlier,
a profound ecotherapeutic difference
between hypostatizing YangLeft v YinRight dualistically bipolar,
mutually repellent [EitherLeft/OrRight deductive verbal dominance]

And creolizing Yang with Yin nondually dipolar,
co-arising + co-gravitating [Both/And co-empathic intuition].

Just as absolute Yang power corrupts absolutely,
universally,
foundationally,
fundamentalistically,
elitist-plutocratically,
egocentrically,
ethnocentrically,
anthropocentrically,

So too, absolute love transforms integrity, synergetically,
symmetrically,
zero-sum polypathically,
polynomially,
poly-enculturingly,
eco-politically
cooperative nutritionally
health as wealth of regenerate value,
ego/eco-normative
upper-caste isolated abolition.

Integrity’s togathering key toward climate health,
internal and external,
psychological and political and economic and ecological,
is to look at how we cooperatively reinvest in carbon catchment
and disinvest of carbon exhaust,
loss,
waste
of competitive breath.
WinLeft v LoseRight sub-optimal thinking.

But, the same could be said of water
and oxygen
as breath
and love and integrity compassioning,
rather than hypostatizing,
co-arising interdependence.

LeftBrain hypostatizing domination of history,
when we could also be RightBrain synergizing
her domesticating democratizing creation story,
is rooted in egocentric Win v Lose hypocrisy,
denial of immediate and continuously interdependent co-responsibility
for who we already healthy are
and whom we are not cooperatively wealthing,
yet.

As long as our LeftBrain enculturation lords it over a lower class,
We are all RightBrain belonging poor.

As long as we fail to recognize a LeftBrain segregating function
We are all RightBrain outside our ethical-normative fertile fold.

As long as we capture and hold prisoners
for their further degeneration,
We are, none of us, optimally free
to enjoy our polyamorous
panentheistic
Gaia Hypothesis sweet spot.

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Singing Stevie’s Wonder

I remember,
in the early 60s,
our thirty mile drive
from our historic family farm,
in relentlessly White rural Michigan,
not counting the Mexican migrant workers
whom our Elders pointedly discarded

Singing
on the first shifty shopping trip to Thrifty Acres,
through vibrantly young Black
urban heated streets
of capital glancing Lansing.

Stevie Wonder and I
nearby
yet out casting far

Him singing
all Black city churches
ringing

And me queer pillaged
in all White rural churches
villaged

Stevie and me,
harmonic neighbor memory
in my privately humming heart

Yet never possible to publicly meet
and privately greet
as this sacred land
and this organic Earth
were meant to resonantly sing
and resiliently dance
our regenerations in caste
together
not degenerations outcast
apart.

I didn’t know apartheid by default yet
but I do remember
seeing nearly black as ink skin
for my very first impassioned time

On a smiling brown-eyed boy
on a chipped and flat white painted bike
without defensive rims

And dim longing to talk
and listen
and laugh with him

About fresh green smells of freedom
from poor tired training wheels

Freedom to create our fast together pedaling breeze
across summer’s hot black
and white hate faces and arms

Knowing I would touch his warm dark skin
with loving wonder

What it could be like to be recast with him,
to sing and dance together,
to smell and feel and fly
our rich diverse integrity
on a brave tandem red in-your-face bike

Built for two
bright shining all ways back
restorying Black street glancing Lansing

Through my little Whitely inbred WoodLand
spreading sadist out across all Black without White
decapitalizing cities
divorced from woodland farmers

Left alone
to peddle fly while singing
our glad,
not sad or bad or mad,
hosanna holy wonders

As I reweave
this first drive by encounter
with outcast avenue perversity
against homo-sapient diverse
curiosity

I imagine asking Mom to stop,
pull our metallic gold Ford over
so I could ask his thick black-framed glasses name,
which would sing Stevie

And take his wondrous hand
to walk his bike back to home
and long familiar family
where we would live together
happily
and healthily
and wisely
most prosperously ever after
cast together all.

This was my erasing moment,
too quickly racing past,
to know passion’s love
at first passed sight

Sublime sung sounds
and dark dancing
satin brown skin smells
of Stevie’s tandem wonder.

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