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Fear of Success

Fear of personal
and disconnecting
ego-success
feels reasonable to me

Too much adulating feedback
from old friends vaguely envious
that I would place myself above
and before them
sacrifices integrity
more resonant with us,
immersed in ecosystemic success,
embodied health,
resilient Earth-rooted wealth.

Children
especially straight white physically-privileged adolescents,
have grown self-empowerment rights
to autonomous personal lifestyle differences,
risks of failure,
opportunities toward narcissism,
as contested by parents
who often have our own anthropocentric issues
about humane success and failure.

Democratically grateful adults
have grown rights to self-determination
responsibility of personal con-science
consciousness authority
over-against God/Gaia,

Completing the circle
of young developing secular ego-systems
competing
rather than cooperatively owning and managing
appreciating immersion within
sacred ecosystemic Earth.

Perhaps LeftBrain’s WinLose risk
is also RightBrain’s WinWin opportunity
to aspire toward resilient God/Gaianess,
as bicamerally GoldenRuled together
ego/eco-systemic nest.

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Watching the HenHouse

Once upon Trump time,
Free-range,
organic,
totally uncaged brown
and black
and even white
and all things in-between hens
prepared to vote for more green climate health
for indoor/outdoor good-egg chicken family values
planning to optimize healthy wealth
green ecoschool henhouse natural-spiritual remodeling
for deep and richly wide learning
to bilaterally listen
before and after
cooperatively speaking,
especially when rewriting history
and transubstantiating sacramental scripture,
outer henifestations
of inner RealTime felt organic experiences.

Anyway,
there were two candidates,
and possibly more,
to facilitate their Future Search
work that reconnects Past
health to wealth
ego/eco abundance
non-violently practicing inside/outside egg nurturing values
for at least the next SevenGenerations.

One was an aging unprivileged GreenHen
some saw as having lost touch
with their own non-elected
non-elite
hen peck-ordered around
and bullied lives
of single
and competing brown and black and white hungry hens
thirsting for more and better fast food
and sweetgrass water
and organic soil
with lots of grubs for snacks.

The other candidate was the Fox,
who was,
not surprisingly, supported and endorsed,
occasionally worshiped,
by FoxNews
and other ego-privileged natural evolution competitors
hoarding fried chicken assets
even though that cost
less hens available for future Fox generations
of consumers and producers.

The Fox
promised his own egocentric watch
to overlord the HenHouse
promising to eat all alien hens,
outside our protagonists’ organic health-planning walls,
first, for breakfast,
then clear out the unprivileged hen-pecked
sinful chickens, preferably plump and robust, for lunch,
and their annoying little chicks too,

And DJ Fox merely smiled
and twittered
and “We’ll see” threatened and bullied
in nonresponse to Mainstream Media questions
about who is fair-game left, or even right,
for his health-wealthy Fox dinner
in dark failing future FoxDen
of mendacity.

Who do you think the chickens chose
to co-facilitate their plans to live happily,
cooperatively,
even actively democratic,
and healthy climate
ever non-violently after
lack of BadNews terror and drama history?

I can’t terrify you
with which candidate
became this henhouse anti-facilitator
against an EcoVillage Future Search
for Work and Play That Reconnects
chickens messing with foxes
and Foxes WinWin playing with powerful OrganiChickens,
but I can give you a finger-licken hint

The youngest chicks for health care receiving
and giving happy peeps in return
were not allowed to peep-vote,
nor was the slightest peep even listened to
about disabled sky is falling alarms
of annoying prescient consciousness
feeling fatally overpopulated Fox privileged climates
meant HenHouse future pathology

When Foxes are left to watch
and despotically rule
and do all the fast fried food
Foxy ChickenBusiness As Mendaciously Usual
it’s hard to conclude
all HenHouses lived happily
or even quasi-cooperatively
ever timeless after.

At best
difficult to predict climate health
indoor and outdoor
while ignoring the thirsty peeps
of depressed
repressed
suppressed Earth PolyPathic Chicks
still in daily HereNow polyphonic love
with cooperatively-owned
Ego/Eco HealthWealth School.

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When Federal Abuse Trumps State Health Policy

When is a practice
of separating unprivileged families
not a policy?

When a healthy democratic bicameral nation
never would
nor should
nor could
approve any such policy

Clearly
transparently the opposite of
health and happiness
equity and cooperative ecopolitical
basic human dignity
and family values
intent.

When is an ad hoc administrative despotic practice
not also a privileged fascist attack
on integrity of social health
to sustain mendacity of private wealth
as long as climate pathologically possible.

What is the opposite of multicultural rapture
love
health
happiness
trust
democracy
family-oriented health care
giving and receiving policies
procedures
practices?

Regardless of party affiliation
and independent thinking and feeling,
It still remains orthodox
that democracies
must be liberal with love
and health restoring justice

And stingy,
conservative with anger
fear
hate
terror
bullying anti-family
anti-unprivileged pathologies,
vengeful and mendacious injustice
deprivation
neglect
separating what God has conjoined
abuse of mortal sovereignty.

If a practice is not healthy enough
for privileged you
and your privileged kids,
then it is worthy of a
child abuse and neglect public policy
against it.

 

 

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Jesus Loves We

Jesus loves us
this I know,
Mother Gaia showed me so.

Red and yellow
black and white
these are greenrestorative justice,(maybe ultra-violet aquamarine

to a diva ecstatic shabbat queen,
but go ahead,
don’t let me deductively stop you)

Little ones to him belong
Yin is weak
so Yang is strong.

Jesus lives like yin-born children
all Gaia’s child grown EarthBorn Wild,
red and mellow,
black with white,
we are polypathic
with Her resilient sight,

Jesus love us
this we know
for Earth’s creation
centers me so.

Little yins
to Her ZeroZone belong.

I grow ego weak
so EcoYin flows strong.

Yes Jesus loves we.
Yes Gaia grows me.
Yes God still lives we,
Her Truth grows flowering on.

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Blessing of Innocents

May there always be a God/dess for you
a Messiah with you
a Kalki in you
a Maitreya of you
a Twelfth Imam as you.

May there always be a God/dess
who sees her/his best self through your eyes,
who hears his/her most beautiful song in your ears,
who smells our most transporting fragrant presence
as you.

May you always breathe
and beat your heart
with and as,
in and for,
our divine Earth God/dess;
some Creative Becoming with a higher pay scale
than the Tooth Fairy.

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Hiking Home

His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time’s homing invitation
to hear and see, feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within spirit’s wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reiterating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged listening and recreation,
amusements excluded from wild nature’s cathedral voices,
receiving impassioned pauses for mutual gratitude,
co-listening,
warning of mindless human natured steps
taken to conjoin this wise-rooted ridge,
enfolding time’s whisper shy adventure
into naturally placing
pacing space.

A darker cloud asks
“What did you and your kids eat today?”

Well, let’s see,
organic honey on pita bread…

“How do you know it was organic?”

It said so right on the glass,
not plastic,
bottle.

“How do they know if the honey is organic or not?
Do they interview or breathalyze each bee returning home?
Do they ask each bee
each time
who this bee has been with?
In that intimate being kinda way,
playing with whose pollen, exactly?
Did the bee stay within her orthodox organic certified playground,
or did she wander off the farm
and free range right into your toxic neighbor’s chemically condomed hydrangea,
or maybe the always too enticing hybiscus,
flaunting her ample skanky wares?”

Well, I don’t know,
I just took the bottles’ word.
I wouldn’t begin to know how to respond to your issues,
about breathalyzing slutty bees
addicted to poison.

“OK, so what else did you feed on today?”

Well, I showed my kids I love them.
I used my please and thank yous
and you’re welcome,
and namaste.

I wished them peace before their baths
and before turning out the light
at night
so they could see stars
and moon slivering through dark.

The neighbors provided birdsong,
especially those mourning doves
calling out their resonate alto fractal coo,
their rhythm and courtship bun-dance.

I fed them massaging back rubs
and hugs
and shoulder squeezes,
gentle taps on knees and elbows.
I stroked their drifting drowsy heads
from frontal lobes toward brain stem.
My fingers rubbed between each totem
in their forceful flowing chi-spines.

I fed them sad and silly songs
and mindful ho-ke-po-ke.

We fed each other love stories
of romance,
sadness and despair,
fear and anger,
passion and grace;
absorbant synergetic stories,
well told and worn
from dawn’s redress
through dark’s red-blooded thumping night.

We are what we absorb,
both before our days
and after all.

His thinner-sole shoes
retread more softly
celebrating home’s invitation.

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Sacred Pause

What have our children become

that we stand by to not watch them burn

then bury still screaming

shredding skin?

 

What have we become

that commerce doesn’t even pause

no unholy terror of awed silence

horrific wonder.

Voices continue shrilling

keyboards continue pounding

parents continue screaming

corporate minds still beat

industrious rhythms

streaming enculturing strings

of power without

sufficient wisdom to simply stop….

 

 

Silent full breaths of sorrow,

crucifying innocent redeemers

into deaths of ignorant anguish

self-hatred

raging fate

too dissonant to hear

too desperate to bear.

 

 

 

 

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