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I Have A Son

I have a son
who worries

His economic vocation
requires a political vacation
from the rest of us
and perhaps even light of sun

Which hardly feels sustainable
or resonant
and certainly not win/win resilient.

I have a son
so brilliant
he could choose to hunt
and gather shopping carts
at Walmart

And find a way
to help shoppers feel
he is vacationing
with
and for all of us.

I have a son
whose most visible mistake
is believing his anger and fear
stem from missing invitations
to enter his one true
politically correct
and socially esteemed
vocation

As if any employment
he could embrace
would not become more sacred
by his warm communication,
cooperative invitation,
profound sublimation,
ecosystemic renunciation
of fear
to make wrong
ego-uncentering annunciation
articulation
of what he means
by joining in
with this multiculturing humane race

Of confusing
competitive and cooperative
eco-political pace.

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Visiting the Buddha

We were visited by a baby
yesterday.

It felt good to bow
into her glittery brown eye level,

To speak of whatever came to mind
which was mostly about her truth
and blossoming beauty

Knowing she would not judge
and would listen
patiently
as long as I might care
to continue our song
of aging story.

Her response,
to continue sleeping
or to smile
while feeling
feeding eye to eye
mutual warmth

This is what I remember
wanting most
to speak about,

To remember
on this Memorial Day

Visited not yet by a victim
of war
but by a wise innocent
for peace.

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Permacultural Grace

I wonder what it means
we are a multicultural species
still capable of waging war,
employing ballistic terrorists,
investing in capitalism’s ruthless game
of surgical monopoly
to become patriarchs of bloodied mountains,

This feels related,
perhaps co-arising,
with inability to distinguish
an ecology of natural grace
from an efficient economy of spiritual just rewards,

Ego’s self-righteous returns
for prudent win/lose strategic investment
in owning Earth,
pieces of the property pie,
and renting human secularized resources
by the mundane weekday hour,
or contractual time-clock year

Leaving behind jubilee years
hopes and tears
and sabbaths
for those naturally deprived
and spiritually poor;
meat to feed future real-world war machines.

Victories and defeats in war,
terror,
shouting-matches,
strategic aggression against maligned characters,
colonizing predation,
political and religious monopolization
of win/lose investments
in overpowering persuasion–
These can all be earned,
but not graced.

Love,
life,
health,
natural/spiritual hybrid wealth,
awe,
compassion,
gratitude,
kindness,
mercy,
cooperativity,
synergy,
regenerativity,
integrity,
restoration,
resonance,
healing,
co-redemption,
communion–
These are signs and wonders,
powers and co-arising principalities
of wondrous grace,
and cannot be earned
or reductively unlearned.

What could be evolving purpose
in outrageously degenerative wars,
deliberate intent to terrorize
and counter-terrorize,
hate,
oscillating cycles of anger and fear,
evil humors
and cynical financial investments
against each sacred Other,
against Earth’s habitual health?

What could be revolving meaning
in ecosystemic wealth
of co-passionate powers,
religions of polycultural kindness,
multicultures of cooperative integrity,
Earth’s sacred economies
of permaculturing grace?

 

 

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Silent Skirmishes

Words as offensive weapons
dwell on ugliness of bad-humored life.

Words as effective tools
dwell on beauty and truth
of good-humored health,
empowerment,
love.

Yet, swords become plowshares.
Plowshares are used as unwieldy swords.
Regenerative intent becomes degenerative chaos.
Degenerative discontent becomes regenerate
tipping point
within silent complexity.

Can words become weapons
for active peace?
And still tools
feeling quietly unresolved internal wars?

Between curious ancient communioned minds
and courageous ego bodies,

Between original health-tooled womb
memories
And today’s wealth-weaponed tidal means,
unsustained strength
yet resiliently flowing ways,
transparent brother dissonance
voicing sister confluence
through empowering vulnerability;
revolutionary stillness
actively listening
between quiet health-wombed rememories.

Wisely employed wellness tools
for feminist well-being weapons;
cooperatively-managed words
for hearing embeautied Truths,
re-seeing Ways,
rekindling communicating Lives;
revolutionary politics,
awesome economics,
wondrous revitalization,
compassionate communion.

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Finding Healthy Home

I feel stuck in a web of moving on
to leave home behind.

I want to be free of safe turtle shells,
to commune with naked nature
including human,
divine,
humane,
wombmain
not excluding any egostrong stability,
identity,
fragility
as if intolerable
to civil integrity.

I need to grow free,
to feel communion
within
without
above
below
for and of all nature/spirit souls,
timelessly copresent in- and ex-carnations
explicitly remembered
and vaguely
curiously
transparently
vulnerably forgotten
fuels of felt fame
exhausted and ingested,
sober and jested.

I am asking
invoking,
exhaling and inhaling,
possibly provoking
Earth
and all Her Tribes
all Her Eternal Times,
all Her Sacred Spaces
impressed
and suppressed
and depressed
wombmain neural regenerative Places:

When I must at last choose home
between secular wise purpose
and sacred integral meaning,

Remind me,
Mother’s birthing nature,
of all our polypathic indigenous ways,
of all organic truths
indicating this ego identity could not be all trusted home
within one compassionate EarthLove.

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Marriage Quarantine

I wonder
if marriage could be less of a quarantine
from significant other relationships
and more of a prime relationship
in love’s easy and difficult lessons,
growing more resonant as opening out
to deeper and wider resonant caregiving
and receiving,
extending familial relationships
which, in turn,
do not predominately compete for time
but primally cooperate
with our initial attachment bond.

This feels like the opposite
of a marriage model
in which each partner expects,
sometimes demands,
that all attachment needs
for ecological
and theological
and biological
and sociological
and neurological connection
and healthy cooperative reconnection,
communication,
communion will become monoculturally
and magically met
by this one other mere mortal person.

I wonder, sometimes,
if marriage,
cooperative partnership
and management
and ownership experience,
of creolizing multicultural health
has devolved into a left-brain dominant theory
of humane relationship
sustainable only through threat
of punishing non-exclusive
non-supremacist relationships
emotionally isolating,
commodified,
increasingly codependent
competitive lack of healthy eco-political
democratic co-governance.

Could marriage grow not only co-gravitating
bipolar passion
but also dipolar co-arising compassion,
re-connection,
re-generativity,
resonant resilience,
resting in robust health/wealth
yang/yin
universal/unitarian
left/right communion?

Not so much a polyvagal theory
of partnership;
More of a polypathic experience
in- and ex-forming
EarthRooted healthy marriage,
partnership,
communion.

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Risky Opportunity

Viral rabidity
dark depression closes in
egocentric
and economic
claustrophobic feelings
against overpopulated sick inhumanity,
competing ravenous clans
overwhelming individual rights
opportunities
health
autonomously-held capital wealth.

And then violently
politically explodes
internally devouring,
pregnancy rates collapsing,
eating
and extracting
and divesting,
abusing and neglecting
our young
and old,
disabled
and vulnerably weak.

Global climate health crises
close in ego-sequestration
rumination
recusing ourselves from communication,
away from cooperative investment,
sharing touch and breath,
remembering what makes our hearts race
and slowly grow too quiet

And then non-violently explode
restoring peace of ease,
setting aside retributive justice against disease
as a secondary effect
of ecological healthy relationships
predicting unprecedented theological wealthy compassion
for Earth’s global interdependent analogical climates
optimizing resilient organic wealth
of Earth’s most resonant health.

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And Still We Search

I’ll be turning 68 this spring
and still looking for a health wealthy home.

This feels remarkably like a younger traveler’s game,
with less baggage
and furniture
and tools.

Embarrassing
for an ecotherapist
to be so Earth-habitat unrooted.

Not to indulge in self-shaming,
yet my youngest son,
dependent on EarthTribe to support him
because of physical and verbal dysfunction,
is especially threatened
by Dad’s disability
to seek deep and wide root systems
of affiliation
with natural and spiritual neighbors.

My support system
continues with good faith feedback
that every challenge represents opportunities to learn
and doing so keeps us feeling young,
flexible,
even springy,
optimistic.

I wonder how much older I would feel
if I had never left my family farm birthplace
in Michigan
where this nomad epic wandering
was first inspired
to run into young adulthood
on my own two strong legs
and back
and more orthodox mind.

Now more imaginatively stimulated
by heretical thoughts of a well-cushioned rocker
next to a comforting fire,
surrounded by neighbors,
people
and birds,
squirrels
and rabbits,
chipmunks
and woodchucks,
fox
and shy coyotes,
wild turkeys
and horses
and cattle,
sheep
and goats,
mother trees
and lilac bushes,
a blue lake
and a green alpine mountain,
a shade speckled rocky river…
And still I search
for compassionate companions
on this daily revolving journey
through Earth’s nutrition nurturing seasons
active and dormant,
light with rain and snow,
sometimes feeling far too fast
and sometimes anciently slow…

And still we search,
my son and I,
for yet another right place to go.

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My History of Mystery

We are ecological science
and con-science
and unconsciousness.

We are story
and egological storyteller
and unknown
unheard
unseen.

Earth’s humane act
and actor
and theologically transcendent stasis.

The dance
and dancer
and deaf
and frozen

The song
and singer
and silent
muted
anticipation
and anxiety.

The play
and player
and absent
uninvited
worker.

The thought
and thinker
and feeler
and numb.

The garden
and gardener
and consumer
and starving.

The Earth
and EarthTribe
and Ego
and Interdependent
DNA and RNA place-timed relatives,
matriarchal regenerators
regenerations
degenerations
ungenerated energy
entropy
untropy
anti-morphic
metamorphic
metaphor.

We are leftbrain either/or polynomial
rightbrain polyphonic
ecopolitically polypathic
positive trust energy democracies
health/wealth
ego/ecosystems
bilateral
bicameral
binomial nonzero-sum balancing

The science story,
and consciousness storytellers
and yet unconscious
unfelt
unknown,

The patriarchal history
of and for eco-matriarchal mystery.

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Wealthy 2020 Climates

What do I mean
when I struggle to define my vocation
as a Climate Activist?

How am I anxious
and how might I more positively
anticipate?

An Activist,
hoping for resilient interrelationship
and resonant communication equity,
feedback and forth loops,
is, first, a listening contemplative,
Reflector,
Meditator,
EgoTherapeutic Investor.

We listen
not only with and for egalitarian balance,
non-violent communications,
compassionate cooperative therapies,
democratic relationships of warm appreciation,
but also with and for multicultural win/win input
predicting robust health
of dynamic climate outcomes.

But, what could we mean
by longing for a more sacred Climate?
Green organic outside,
red-blooded holistic nutrition inside.

Climate may be habitat
and energy system,
healthy when not only democratically egalitarian
but also inclusively,
organically interdependent,
like networks of self/other-regenerating systems.

Climates,
ecological and neurological,
outside and inside,
seek healthy harmonies,
musical muses,
liturgical dancers
cast by revolving Earth
and revolutionary peace-trusting EarthTribes,
spinning in-between Sun and Moon,
external and internal win/win orbits
of light and dark,
health and pathology,
love and hate,
communication and dissociation,
relationship and segregation,
rightbrain intersectionality and leftbrain either/or reductive apartheid,
yinflow both/and yang-strength.

In this uneven
unresolved
LastDay
eternally timeless moment
of 19 year old anxiety, for non-elite youthful listeners,
of anticipation, for seasoned polypath poets
and priests,
polyphonic preachers
and multi-theistic teachers
and Climate Activist polycultural prophets

Unfolds tomorrow’s Alpha 2020 Day
of democratic energy optimization,
equally and interdependently heard system inside
before resiliently and resonantly felt
before spoken
with universal
transparently substantial
gratitude,
2020 outside,
secular/sacred ReMembering.

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