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Gratitude’s Authority

Power’s purpose is shared authority
within a responsive range
of freedom with other responsible neighbors
other reasonable,
non-paranoid,
non-egocentric,
non-violent people
other well-fed and watered animals
other nurturing root systems
powering with other nutritional generations now past
our future integrity potential
power of Here/Now co-authority.

And with each authoritative eco-mission
steps responsible passion
co-responsive left foot, then right,
left…
slow revolutionary emigrating eco-normic-logic
with immigrating ego responses
to what travels between free authority to speak
and bonded responsibility to listen

As issues prioritize
spawn and nurture
double-binding patriarchal missions
with matriarchal passion
wombing EarthTribe re-issues,
challenges for yet unbalanced integrity
of positive/negative energy

Health of all remaining sacred generations
now with burning and decaying secular regenerations
of EarthTribe power’s co-responsible passions

Especially gratitude for ego’s homeless distress
Authority to raise
and nourish
Eco’s responsive nest.

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Earth’s Eulogy

Mothers have come
from throughout Earth
to bury our post-Trumpian dead.
Bringing both gifts and lamentations
as each finds appropriate
for healing
what cannot be stanched
and scabbed.

As gathering
we choose who will speak among us,
for this Earth eulogy.

At last our voices conjoin as bilateral one,
speaking back through history
and forth toward fading lack of future.

We have come from left to right,
north and south,
west through east,
patriarchal states
and matriarchal families
to bury our dead children
sacrificed for bipolarizing divisions
unwilling to wait
for this our dipolar co-arising
of healing cooperative polities
bilaterally harmonic co-investments
in Earth’s Original CoIntelligence.

We have come to bury and burn depleting polarities
but also to praise cooperative dipolarities
transforming this global revolution
away from climates of pathology,
here buried
burning climates of health regenerativity
here praised,
celebrating conflagration,
honored with both sacred and secular blood
of Earth-natured dispiriting loss.

We bury patriarchal losses to envy
and nationalism’s violent criminalizing greed
for lethal commodities,
once our productive sons and daughters
born through matriarchal love reborn.

We burn
in celebrated loss,
cut off from our resonant futures
through this inferno stink
of human flesh in cedar casket trees
no longer standing solidarity
of embryonic birth.

Our wombs like seeds
extend back
toward Earth’s first emerging dawn
now expiring
in this last flame of funereal dusk.

We disperse with silence
into this night,
each alone together
celebrating future songs
of praise for incentivizing peace
ever more resonantly co-resolving,
redeeming cooperative economies
of life for living love
not death for dissonant despair.

We witness this long new moon night
and following dawn
breaks to summarizing bottom-line headlines
for Mother Earth evolving stories,
turning creolization right side up
with multicultural agreements,
ecopolitical consensus.

No more
begin with war
to then follow by dividing up
the Father’s devolving spoils
for future competitions
in aggressive capital
self-inflation.

For ever more
default with WinWin peaceful resolutions
following resonant reweaving
of matriarchal regenerational co-investment,
multiplying healthy nutritional wealth,
polypathic dipolar,
co-arising polyphonic bounty
back to time’s embryo,
this dynamic universe’s original
enculturing intent.

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Untimely Silence

Most folks I loved
died when I was in my thirties.
Not just people,
but our San Francisco bohemian mecca lifestyle,
our 365 days and nights celebration
turned into an epidemic of waiting
and watching
and mourning our losses,
wondering about possibilities of survival.

What could remain for us,
for me,
for this place?
What could become my purpose
our purpose
for any lonely future of diaspora survivors?

My closest friend,
a happily married matriarch
with two adolescent children,
died of breast cancer
when I was in my early forties.

Perhaps this was my final straw.
I have not reconstructed any friendships since.

This reminds me of my maternal grandfather,
who lived into his eighties
but as his quantity of years continued
his quality of celebrated convivial life shrank
through loss of two wives
and all their friends,
his generation of neighbors,
and then his hearing.

He told me
not long before he passed
he was not sure
if his loss of hearing was a curse
or a blessing,
prohibiting him from cultivating renewing friendships
only to be lost yet again.

My own hearing is not perfect
yet I seem unwilling to listen
for any more friends,
loved ones I could no better afford to lose
than those already gone.

Yet still I wonder
about therapeutic reasons for my survival.
As fertile celebrations fade to dusty memory,
my capacity to comprehend why I still breathe,
yet my generation of intentional families has long passed,
shrunk to incomprehensible mystery
as did my revered grandfather’s hearing.

The best I can hear,
through this epidemic distance,
I rescued by adoption
then by love
four hurt children
no one else wanted,
and each continues teaching me how to love hims and her,
when I listen well,
in their distinctive needy ways and broken means.

Yet even here
with these final four
I night sweat in guilty worry
about how they could best thrive
when I can, at last,
no longer hear them,
nor they me.

Most folks I loved
died when I was young,
leaving me to wonder
severed prospects for survival.

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