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The Naked Emperor Intervention

Oh my goodness!

I was just thinking about Erik Erikson,
psychoanalyst and essayist,
and his social analysis thing
about the U.S.
stuck in perpetual competitive
in-grown
culture-ungrown adolescence.

And Erikson suddenly reminded me of one of my dreams last night.

When The Donald
and a few black-suited security robots
visited AllSouls sanctuary.

I was singing in the choir
to the choir
as white-privileged usual.

But, when he slurped in
our ecofeminist minister
invited him to “Grow up!”

“Stop acting like a junior high
military school bully.
Let go of the golf clubs and take up surfing.
Have more fun
without passing your unpaid bill on
to already unhappy
un-privileged
depreciated ungreat over-populations.
Go back to private life.
Learn how to actively love
and healthily entertain
your own family
with Win/Win non-violent communication games
and organic garden planning
and integral Permaculture Design practices,
and cooperative ownership,
and compassionate self-management.
Try appreciating (not depreciating)
some health/wealth organic farming property.”

“Go back to school
and learn some basic Win/Win community health-organizing techniques
for non-violent resilient communicating
with what you say
and what you listen to
and what you do
and what you choose not to do
still matters to EarthTribe’s future healthy outcomes.”

“Stop pretending to be a Win/Lose adolescent
still trying to remember your Win/Win hopes and dreams
when you were still in your EarthMother
gasping for your first in and out rebalancing breath.”

“I am not your disappointing mother!
We are not your emotionally neglectful and inaccessible parents.
Stop punishing us
for not worshiping the ground
your Win/Lose ZeroSum soul walks on.”

“Do something that might make us want to worship the ground
we walk on compassionately together.”

Then the security robots started snickering
right there in our Green AllSouls Sanctuary.
And then Donald did too
as he turned around to actually blush
(who knew!)
and a bit less slurpily exit,
just like a teenager
slouching out
almost the way he came in,

Except smiling through his blushing Win/Lose eyes
not just his Loseconomic/Losecologic
health-depreciating
critical-noneventful fake-smile mouth.

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GLTY Anawim

A Taoist’s View of Bill Plotkin’s
Wounded Southern Orphan.

Really, dear,
that’s too long for a co-inviting title,
How about just-us for
Wounded Taoist Anawim?

Oh
I don’t think we want to go
grieving back there,
Those early teenage years
of viral WinLose hurts
and monocultural bullying.

Wounds of WesternYang against EasternYin anger
and fear of never regaining newborn WinWin
sacred childhood innocence
resonance
resilience.

Depressions and repressions
and lack of WinWin integrity guilt,
and abundance of LoseLose punishing jealousy,
and Loser victim shame
and NegativEnergy dark-yin karma.

Wounds of WinLose adolescent orphans
now compulsive
impulsive bipolar wounded ways
acting out WinLose internal-external retributions

And WinWin polypathic restorations
of innocent childhood
co-relationally free of LoseLose monoculturing
Yang against Yin
Outside against matriarchal Inside
LoseLose quarrels
yang bullying,
raping
and retributively shaming and guilting
terror
and cognitive dissonance
and chronic stress
and RightBrain nutritional sleep deprivation
and polyphonic polypathic polycultural outcome withdrawal
of innocent childhood healthy wealth
WinWin ZeroZones.

Wounded Sacred Orphans within
and without,
perennially planting
and harvesting
Immature Win-Yang
co-defined as
Lose MatriarchalYin
RightBrain sacred nutritional induction
cooperative invitations,
organic
as not so very much strategic nutritional tactics
for Future Search
cooperative outdoor-organic meetings
plannings
installations in Green ReForesting HealthSpace.

Resounding cooperatives
of and for DNA-RNA ZeroZone coinvestment
in cooperative research,
neither WinLose against
nor WinWin for WinLose
intuited adolescent
confusingly chaotic
assumptions,

LeftBrain-NorthWestBrain historically encultured
by WiseElder RightBrain-SouthEastBrain’s
sacred RNA-Green CoOperative EcoHealth
ecologically, and yet also theologically,
articulating
languaged polynomials
of ZeroZone identities
cooperative bilaterals
dipolar co-arisings WinWin secular health
bipolar co-gravitations LoseLose sacred wealth.

I was thinking of something
a bit less complex
and more Plotkin dynamically flowing.

South Wounded Orphans
complement WinNorthWest-WinSouthEast strengths
of reintegrating WiseElder North
by holding an essential cooperative southeastern GLBTQ leadership key
to sacred ego-ecological climate healing
of our fractal Adolescent Identity Wounds
for SpringTime Orphans,
unchosen
unsung
undanced seeds of adolescence

Adolescent MotherTrees can yin-sing, dear
but it’s harder to hear
they can dance through nurturing roots
long before those festive swaying branches.

MotherTrees
and smaller plants
and their WinWin pollinators too,
And their WinLose voracious predators
all becoming climate uninvited,
especially wherever we overpopulate
turning from WinWin EarthTribe thriving
back toward WinLose Wounded Adolescent Orphans
doing our innocent best
to survive such LoseLose TLGB
Lose-matriarchal to Lose-patriarchal
yin/yang-trending grief

Without YinSquared
WinWin EnLightening
DeepLearning Green Plotkin Fractal-CoOperatives
inside both outside and
Left with ElderRight
secular-sacred bicameral
dipolar co-arising
Solidarity with PolyPathically Wounded.

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NightFlights

From onset of puberty
on through my early twenties
I had frequent flyer dreams.

Like learning to ride a bike,
I was nocturnally certain
just the right balance of body focus and mind flexibility
would lead to inevitable lift-off.

Perhaps it was not a coincidence
that the more daylight time riding my first and last red three-speed bike,
the more likely I was to invest my nightflights
in flying forward and yet flexibly floating free
to soar with stars
float and spin with the moon
looking down and back and out at EarthTribe’s AquaMarine Home,
laced with also flying cumulus fluffs of vaporous white,
as ephemeral as identity myself.

Adolescent hubris,
I know,
to imagine floating flexibly
with just sufficient internal focus, balance, centering
as if a Bodhisattva Flyer
of space as time traveling
forward future
and backward pasts,
outer becomings swelling
with inner flying beings co-gravitating
contracting concentric balance,
dreams of humane-growing flight as inhalation,
internal as external exhalation
mindbody co-operation,
co-optation,
co-present floating flights
of dreamscaped transparent night.

In my dream
we remain free to fly,
free from mind v body polarities,
spirit-nature remains inspiring bodies,
spiral flying full-flight dreams
of economic
and political
and psychological
EarthTribe Revolutions.

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Sunday 9 PM

When younger, less afraid of dying.
Even now, less afraid of dying
than fearful I am already too dead for fully functional resuscitation.

Maybe it’s just another Sunday 9 PM,
last dregs of responsible weekend parenting,
trying to remember, or forget,
why I thought parenting would be good for my spiritual life,
unlike eremitic vows
or even celibacy.

No, not for me
such traditional socio-pathologies,
our generation will become eco-mentors
of polycultural cooperativity!

What an exhausting idea,
swollen with multisystemic mediocrity,
sad happiness of merry despair,
meeting alien teenagers,
shape-shifting into truly terrifying young adults,
half way between my eternally wise ZenZero bicameral ecoconsciousness
and their wildness,
their unreformed perfect creepiness
stretching my boundaries of reasonable life expectations.

I’m far less afraid of dying
than I fear their fading away without me
to remind them each and all
of how utterly exhausting we are together.

Another Sunday 9 PM
remembering to forget
my spirited natural life
if only until 6 AM.

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