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Exit Strategy

To prepare for final cosmic breath
exhaled

echoing first breath
inhaling
waiting to exhale

silent sacred pause
for Earth’s final soliloquy

Terminating all humane
and inhumane futures,
healthy
and disturbing relationships,
elegantly excruciating ecstasy

Leaving hell
yet without receiving Heaven

Surrendering commitments
to health
and unease

Future obligations
and past assets

Resigning from risks of love
without redesigning
further life opportunities
for growth
profit
power
light
gladness
sadness

Thriving phat integrity
surviving clenched cultural chaos,
trying to move on
toward unmitigated peace
without justice worries

Exit strategies
to give in
to unwake,
embrace those hidden organic
sacred give-aways
in cooperative economic dreams
distributing retiring funds
down toward drop dead zero’s
sly slimming poverty.

To give up any worries
about disempowering anomalies
and anti-christs,
witch
and wizard hunts,
coloring too wildly unnoticed
outside contemporary lines
to do no harm to,
and feel most helpful for,
future EarthTribe’s
resilient regenerations

Choosing to wake up
to say goodbye
to fear of death,
to instead actively intend farewell
with loving kindness for sacred Elders
repurposing life

Warm exhaled breath
regarding mind embodied self
and trauma-surviving Others
still actively hoping to achieve
our compassionately co-invested
spirited panentheistic nature

To not grasp and cling and hide
hedonistic hippy fantasies
due to fear of not sufficiently insuring
against deeply intimate loss
of dimming reputation

To embrace love’s learning champions
of curious bigendering courage
even in my last democracy darkening days

To commit to my exit process as deeply
and fully
as I co-invested in my birthing process–
neither outcome involving my total control
of most intimate and integrally gendered situations,
cobinary balance
hopeful regenerations
rich peak experience potential
for addiction
and adoration,
dispassion
and compassion

Both living and dying
involve some range of choice-making
sometimes remembering
victimization
marginalization
systemically capitalized traumatization
always flowing pain-pleasure exquisitely
in-between full of hopeful opportunity
and emptiness of faithless risk
ignoring sacred EarthTribe’s future

Disregarding personal property
and superior anthro-properties
and NOT disregarding silently cherished potential
for integrity’s relentless relationships
transcending personal lifelines,
dipolar co-arising love
for last life’s grasping risks
exposing tomorrow’s ego win
within
eco-winter’s roots
of underground opportunity

For a more curious exit strategy,
peaking life as love
in fast gathering springs of time
and now slowing
peace-filling lanes
recycling seasonal
multicultural
multigenerational
enriching octaved circles
emblazing encultured colors

To optimize health,
safety,
joy,
release,
freedom for Self and Others
in this final preparation
for Great Transition’s
final interdependent gift economy

Healthy and wealthy exit strategies
wisely pay compassion forward
to minimize trauma,
chronic stress,
deep shame anxieties,
depression,
sadness,
claustrophobia,
xenophobia,
stuckness,
faithlessness,
despair,
disorganic systems failure

To let go gracefully
with emotional intelligence

To not get spiritually lost
in physical and mental loss
of what was miraculous
and sacred
to ever have gained

To warmly embrace
and release
my turn to speak
and sing
and dance
and passionately communicate
continues to pass pleasure
one day in light’s dark time

To strategically exit
at my wisest and best,
as I have entered
and re-entered each dawn
to listen with compassion
and learn with active curiosity

To clear a sacred space
and sufficient time
for Others to more fully resonate,
tunefully listen
soulfully feel
more compassionately rhyming reason

Winning this wealthy mind
to win that healthy body
together better
than falling carelessly apart

Stuck in win or lose
steal or starve
ripening or wrecking seasons

To prepare for final cosmic breath
exhaled per diem moments
echoing first breath inhaled
penetrating sustenance.

Exit strategies
waiting to finally exhale,
pausing EarthTribe’s magnificent requiem.

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Getting To Old

I often hear,
“It’s tough getting old.”

I never hear
“It’s tougher not getting old”
because, I suppose,
those who might have spoken
from personal experience
are no longer with us.

I am becoming too familiar
with aches
pains
losses
loneliness
of ageing alone

All of which invite
my thought,
“It’s tough staying old”

And happy
healthy
unconditionally prosperous
elder wise
mindful
fully engaged
compassionately warm
win/win resilient

Anticipating this sufficient day
more than anxious
about tomorrow’s losses
pains
solitary encroaching disabilities,
dark nights.

That said,
staying old
feels much easier
and lighter
and brighter
and curiously mightier
than fighting
vying
trying to stay young.

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Why I Am Here

At the Planet Gym
embodying my best business
when suddenly I wonder

Why am I here?
repeats
and repeats
in my wandering ear

And what magic
might appear

Isn’t that queer?
Not WHY am I here
with these Straight People

because this overpopulated question
may obscure other
quieter
ambidextrously resourceful directions
less shaded by fear
of robust diversity

I suppose
But, what can I hear
about why am I here?
and not over There
on the Other side

What two-sided relationships
would I need
to become fully here today?
and all seasons yet to arrive
in this sacred home of People
Plants
and PlanetEarth

With gratitude,
I suppose…
but, Why am I here
again?

Cannot mean
only those purposes and means
asso-sedated with my home address
and sometimes needy
sometimes hostile
[downright spankin mean]
neighbors

More creature comforts,
certainly
AND we search for sacred meaning
inside
more intimate

Spiritual enlightenment
perhaps shyer,
timid
early childhood Loser-Trauma

Drama messages
win/lose valuable

Vulnerable communications
with imperfect win/win transparent closets

Hiding chronic stress histories
of anxiety
longing for sacred peace,
or even just a secular piece, you know,
now and again

For chronic stress,
anxiety

Longing for peace
or restored ego-resilience,
or at least a restored recliner

Happiness, and a marketable craft
and EarthMother teaching skills

For relearning not sad gladness
in hope,
joy
in anticipation,
gratitude
for opportunities
to co-invest
in always interesting neighbors

In the Planet Gym
mindbodying
our best health business.

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Snoring Wonder

Ageing retainer
losing hearing
and codependent consciousness
in this silent sacred season
snoring snowy wonder

A winterish hibernating memory,
Dreams of globally peaceful slumber
resolving GoldenRules
engaging compassionately personal
political powering plunder
and mortal offending self-righteousness

Getting mine
while I still can

Revisiting now absent win/win sensory Spring
of outdoor lusty,
wildly crusty
sacred wonder
as I snow-bound
OldMan wander.

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Chill Dillen

Are you ready to greet
this new day, Dillen?

To get up off your
couch-chilled feet,
to bring new warm meanings
to life lived without deadly restraint
embraced with sparse complaint
to repurpose all our favored ways
and means for chillin

Are you ready
to give up all ego-fattening strategies
to hardly survive
the WhiteMan’s rage
raving consumer competitions

Are you ready
to gratefully engage
all EarthTribes
cooperatively willin

To take
and make
and rake
and shake
and bake
this day’s new choice cake

not fake
for thrillin

All who meet you feelin
you, our fully engaged
young Black American son,
the only one
Earth brings forth
for this still perfect multicolored day,
chill Dillen.

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Feeling Old and Lost

I noticed just yesterday
while glowering about something else
now already
once again
forgotten…

I seem to have lost my good-sensed humor
along my stumbling
isolating internal say

Toward this red STOP! sign
searching for a different way

To find a new Earth center
for healing active hope,

To sing new scales of joyful
sad sharp focus

Performed more locally
and possibly reformed less reflectively
mesmerized by fame’s monopolistic grope.

This new reselective time
Less silently reserved
Less anxiously depressed
Less repressively suppressed.

Each morning’s dawn warning
to worship at new altars

Renewing robust octaves of communion
encompassing organic green nutrition

To redesign all creatures here below
more positive above
good-humored love
with timeless passions
hilariously sensed together
yet tragically shoved
apart.

If I were not so sweet sixteen
prepared to restart home’s immigration scene
again for my first time,
what would I rechoose to do
becoming compassion’s singing rally
with rainbow hearted allies?

If I were thirty-three,
my age of messianic crossfire
for all to red angry
horrifying see,
what would I choose to resurrect again?

And why would this revoiced
rechoiced healthier community
support potentiating integrity
with more robust good humor
this well-timed passed over
and back around
on sacred wellbeing ground?

If I were twice
my god’s reflective age
revived,
what would we joyously choose
to re-member
as half-life good golden sense
for revolving salvation’s humor?

For this tragic comedy
of tumorous migration
anxiously anticipating
integrity’s full ZeroScores
restoring just right species

All together one predation
praying for exterior relations
more integral summations
than humorless,
silent rumorless
quiet aging absence
of eternal sad-paced mercy,

At least sufficient for noticing,
just yesteryear
while glowering about something else
now already strange sadly queer,
once again forgotten.

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Aging in a Curious Age

As I age in place
into awareness of replaceability
I bow to humbling curiosity,

Whether more anxious
or anticipating,
I remain conflicted

About predicting
a win/win global healthy climate
sustainable outcome

In which my own anthroprivileged species
grows in ecological curiosity
and theological humility

Enough for winning healthy Earth
restoring justice,

A peaceful paradise of curious promise
for resiliently wealthy
multicultural ecofeminists

AND our leftbrain dominant
StraightWhiteMale capital growing fragile
and increasingly suicidal Allies

Or will this Great Green Transition
end and recycle back again
a healthier peace and justice Earth
devoid of inhumane
predative
overpopulated rabid hetero-unsapient pests?

While this winEarth/loseAnthros
heart-stopping vision fails to mention
all the further kinship species
we have already helped exterminate
and will continue to take out with us,

Still
stunned
shunned
I remain quietly hopeful
that a seventh great extinction
might never come to be
before Second Comings

Of Edenic Civility
bereft of straight either/or lined
leftbrain dominant distractions

Extractions
from right interdependent circling
spiraling feeling
lack of historical multicultural traction
for healthy democratic energy
empowering flow
and enlightened nature/spirit MultiSpecies

Worshipping
polyculturing sensory resonant pleasures
of resilient health wealthy climate paradise

Recovering
old aging wonder,
humbling
and still actively curious
how EarthMother healthy ends

And rebegins
re-ligions wealthily ever after
with Yang empowering
Yintegral enlightening balance,

Either both/and way,
humane-divine hybrid consciousness
of
merely sublime natural
sensory aware spirits,

Breaths of incoming
outgoing life
as love
regeneratively prevails.

And yet
I cannot resist some attachment,
as I limp toward my own ego-recentering
ultra-nonviolet
compassioning horizon,

Rooting for this new global age
of Green Cooperative EcoFeminists
already leading our nonviolent communion
toward a resiliently restorative EarthJustice Way,

A curious winning for AnthroTribe
also winning Earth GreenPeace
to health/wealth Thrive.

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RockAway Baby

Rock away baby
in your tree top,
When Earth winds blow
our cradle can’t stop

And all Her Queen’s horses
and all old bald white men
can’t put Her regathered
together again.

Her wounds raise our stories
of struggle and sin,
our strengths are new songs
about old wounds gone wrong.

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Slow Grown Grace

Poetry
like unpartnered,
unteamed,
slow dancing

However rhythmically precise,
concisely devised

Does not dance well
in a highly competitive
youth-oriented
commercial entertainment market

But,
does better
in cooperative venue voices,
disproportionately enthused by ancient women
investing in large-print choices,

Preferring off-line accessibility,
and not too expensive!

More deeply embedded
in soulful
left and right co-empathic
slow grown engagement.

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