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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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Wealthy EcoNormic Promise

He spoke with his ego-systemic body
through his own eco-logical maturation.

She flowed bilateral time
with her ego-eco centering mind
incarnating Earth’s humane regenerate economy.

Together they commune nature-spirit hybrids,
bicamerally creolic
co-redeeming care-giving spirits,
completing each holonic tridium of becoming
one within spacetime’s ecological promise,
three-placed co-present economy
of trilateral political grace,
playing enculturing WinWin games
ego-eco creations of just right mentoring integrity
strategizing cooperative economic-logical health,
this Holy Trinity’s supply and demand
for resonant triaged wealth.

He asked of this grey spirit,
Are we white or black,
male or female?

She responds in gray embodied script
Yes, both white and black,
patriarchs born of bodhisattva matriarchs,
yet not mature all white
and yet not mature all black,
and in-between our ecologic-economic natures meet
enspiriting cooperations
of integrity
with all trinitarian stories past enfolded
and all those yet wu wei unfolding
within Earth’s potential bounty.

Each languaged life,
both embodied left and mindful right relational
internal political landscapes
dawning through Earth’s renewal
of and for external climate health of bodymind
organic integration networks,
integrity of love’s polyphonic wealth.

And so this marriage
of ego-capital,
wisdom’s logical acquisition
and accumulating
and re-investing body,
with eco-normative mind
regenerates nature-spirit nondual wedded stories
co-arising through each reweaving
enspiriting
incarnate Promise Day.

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ReGenerating Abundance

“Gratitude plants the seed
for abundance.”
Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 376

Attitude plants the seed
for growing love,
positive relationships.

Objectives plant the seed
for developing subjects,
stories of not only where we have been,
but where this indicates we are heading.

Love plants the seed
for growing integrity
with faithfulness to stories
already complete
and yet to arrive.

Hope plants the seed
for evolving faith.

Despair decomposes the seed
for dissonance,
absence of integrity.

Decomposition degenerates the seed
for regenerative development.

Competing alternatives plant the seed
for hybrid creolizing cooperatives.

Totalitarian WinLose intent
decomposes the seed
for healthier multiculturing WinWin democracy.

Darkness bilateral,
within and without,
decomposes the seed
for bicameral light.

Light plants the seed
for gratitude.

Gratitude plants the seed
for polyphonic plenty.

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What I Want

What do I want out of life?

I want in,
where love still flows
fertile and strong.

I want to live fully on this Earth
with others
who need not ask
what I want
because we all grow in confidence
our answer is shared,
our univocal choice
for becoming integrity’s potential
together.

Do you believe
these different gender identities
and preferences,
those of different ages, places, times, species,
those who look far different,
those who smell worse or better
than you do this day
would answer any differently?

I think not.
I feel not,
for then I would despair
of humanity as integrity’s portion of Earth’s nature
as intrinsic to this glorious organic architecture,
Earth’s healthy grace
becoming polyphonic Promise.

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Hypocrisy in OnlyWhite

I am reading
“Democracy in Black”
by Eddie S. Glaude, Jr.
but continue reconstructing this title
“Hypocrisy in Only White.”

Because
when I let my memory
look back to my own self-interests in history
as archaeological digging and prying and discovery,
adventure and curiosity
of my internal ecological development,
I reweave back
through still on-going matriarchal lines
that include,
are shared with,
anyone capable of reading
and comprehending
these words of regenerating memory.

Back
to darker
denser
richer genes and memes
of cooperative to still thrive today,
saving competitions for survival moments.

Back to
better to prey together
side by side
as neanderthal brothers and sisters
than to grow predative
against each other.

This Golden Rule
of dark Afro-Eurasian
equatorial resonant depth
of historical origin
in normative play
at least until we substitute capitalism’s
supremacist agendas
for rationalism’s ego-ecocentric
reweaving memory
of this original Earth Mom
magical and mysterious
then worshiped and danced
ritualed and cooperative ownership co-governing,
then more modern radical eccentricities
forgetting our shared matriarchal
regenetic
memory of dualdark
hypocrisies of merely white inferiority
complexes
disease
dissonance
despair of remaining fully
who we together are,
where we have been
predating history
where we could return
each morning
with greatest polyphonic joy.

To paraphrase David Holmgren
(Permaculture, p. 113)
Containers were one essential organic innovation
necessary for this cooperative agrarian revolution.
Opportunities to refill organically produced bodies
are enormous
transitioning into recycling energy descent
for shared cooperative memory.
Reimaging full organic containers
is far better than sending us
away and down and out for recycling.
Most official ecopolitical waste reduction strategies
place little emphasis
on organic reuse refilling re-educating
deep ecologically learning containers,
or confuse WinWin refueling,
reweaving,
with capitalism’s WinLose recycling,
switching productive containers
into merely consuming eventual empties,
bleached-out white-washed faded hypocrisies
of purest supremacy against nothing
deeply densely
richly resonantly valued.

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Full-Container Capacities

“I fear that a world made of gifts
cannot coexist
with a world made of commodities.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 374

We fear that Earth made as gift
cannot coexist
with a planet infested by mere self-marketing
of the fittest.

I fear Earth made of organic containers
of deep ecological memory
as sacred gifts
cannot coexist
with a commodified planetary economy
made of and from and for
capitalism’s Win/Lose ego-dissonant pathologies,
no longer healthy wealth of cooperatively owning
multiculturing creolizing
ecocentric
Golden Rules
and Sacred Ecological Ratios
and Logos-Mythos Elixirs
of harmonic cooperative spacetime,
(0)-sum ecopolitical balance.

“Here is the arrow
that weakens the monster
of overconsumption,
a medicine that heals the sickness:
its name is plenty.”
Kimmerer, p. 376

Here is our deep ecological refilling of full-organic historic containers
that weakens the racist and sexist patriarchal
white males preferred
monster
of over-indulged capitalistic hoarding and hypocritical greed
competing against Earth’s embryonic dualdark mothers,
a cooperative medicine that heals our hypocrisy of whiteness well-washed only
purely relapsed absence
of full-historic internal/external polyphonic memory:
our container capacity
is polypathic bicameral WinWin plenty.

We all have immigrant status histories
if only from Mother’s
embryonic
multicultured
historic WinWin womb.

 

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FullColor Revolution

We might
we must
we mightily engage color’s radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity’s tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby release
this collective stranglehold on white
as might
and right
or fight
absence of color’s ecological transparency,
vulnerability becoming
whichever rhythms and patterns
and designs embraced by history’s plutocracies,
aristocracies of inherited reasons
and power over multiculturing regard
for more nuanced beauty
as shading good and graduating vital
dense and high and deep and rich
refracting black’s full unweaving potential
in wheels
and spirals,
octaves of transmorphing
resounding form
with fertile major and minor functions;
prime polynomials
and sublime notnot fully stretching spiral binomials.

Earth is no more
as simple as white over black
emerging from dualdark
before color-fractal light
than merely patriarchal competitions
or matriarchal cooperations;
color speaks and thinks,
resonates and resolves and reweaves
more richly promising
than polarizing extremes,
neither black nor white
possible
or probable
much less primary
without triaged enlightenment
inducting from within,
deducting with without,
hypostatic co-arisings
of sacred-secular
heavenly Light bespeaking Earth nutrition’s humus
humming
singing
ringing left as ultra
with right as violet,
black dipolar light
less bright,
spilling shades of grey
to red and blue
yellow green
in-between
just right spacetime
ego-eco balancing
identities dipolar
inducting from embryonic matriarchs
deducing with wisdom’s wealth of reasons
for and of
within and yet beyond
regenerating dipolar seasons
revolving revolutions,
time’s color passing
passioning promise,
integrity of speciating spectral
hue and cry
time and pitch
resonant polypathic
polyphonic
polyculturing outcomes
polynomial Earth resolving
harmonics.

We are so statically
and strategically stuck
between exegetical polarities of black on white
and transparency of white supremacy
over black opaque mysteriously unexplored
unappreciated
under-valued rich density,
matriarchs riding co-passioning patriarchs
and patriarchs overpowering matriarchs,
we miss robust complexity
midway between
where all our best and brightest
ecopolitical opportunity
awaits
our reawakening
full-color claims of freedom
strains of rights
blends of fearless liberty
gathering redolent resonance.

Each of us,
regardless of our position on Earth today
has emerged continuously from cooperative matriarchal embryonics
back through time,
across diversity of organic species,
on back to synergetically regenerate organisms
singing
ringing back as forth,
our polyphonic full-fractal spectrum between
within
beyond grey-scale lines
of black Yang fully interdependent
loving white Yin empty
potential
polypathic promise.

 

 

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Home Shopping

I am house shopping
with the required Buyer’s Agent,
also a fairly tolerant friend of mine.

She likes to drive
although not gifted with any sense of direction,
until we hurriedly arrive,
then she beelines into the ubiquitously requisite lock box
as if by smell.

Meanwhile
I visit current occupants,
the trees first and foremost,
then bushes
flowers,
occasionally, to my grateful surprise,
an entire garden,
or even just one vegetable,
a tomato plant,
a humble gang of shaded herbs.

I ask them how it is here
in their home.
I like to taste their soil
for signs of pregnancy
but who knows what contaminants
might fester here.
And my real estate agent,
although a friend,
finds it unseemly
for me to put my mouth around
what I probably won’t buy.

She, too soon,
coaxes me away from my greet and meets
with shade-givers
and grasses,
the edible and ornamental neighbors
of the “big house,”
to explore the darkness of plumbing
and electrical systems,
attics and basements,
kitchens and bathrooms…

Her list of boring things to look at
and too often smell
in a bad way
feels endless
in comparison to too brief introductions
outside,
speaking with,
listening for,
hoping and faithing and loving with
any signs of life
among these large majority of property historians,
co-investors,
cooperative care-givers and receivers.

Eventually,
it becomes our time to aimlessly wander around
in search of yet another lock box
on our life For Sale list.

I say goodbye to the trees
and shrubs,
my occasional edible
and more popular ornamental hosts,
far too soon
to ever learn
if they would choose me
or not
to become with them.

I feel like I do
on election nights
when winners and losers are announced
by statistical projection
before votes are actually counted
from all us co-investors;
and long before registered voters
have listened to trees
still standing in our yards,
on our farms,
in our fertile forests,
to learn their quieter discernment
of which candidates produce more healthy cooperative outcomes
and which more toxic competitions
within these diversities
of Earth’s wealthy nature.

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Journeys with Fr. Time

Hi!
I’m Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
“Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time.”

First, I want you to know
I’ve been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the “wasted” journals?

Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in cooperative nature
may be better grasped
as ecosystemic boundary issues,
between Fr. Time’s Journey
and my Journal,
confined to the back pages
of history.

And, yet,
my point is this waste is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Energy and resources from one organism,
invested in one species,
contribute to supporting deductive lower-order
consumer co-owned foodchain providers
and
supported by
inductive higher-order ecosystem nurturers,
WinWin matriarchal cooperative networks,
political relationships,
economic transactions.

Apparent deductive decomposing waste
feedback re-investments
to help cooperatively maintain
our spiraling flow of energy
and sacred environmental seasonal stability
for all transitioning organisms,
great and small.

So my matriarchal journals
are about wastes of history,
when matriarchal cooperative ecopolitical systems
were not yet fully commodified
and were under-invested
of and for more cooperative values
of democratic trust
and mutual freedoms,
rights and lefts together.

Sister EarthChild:
You talk funny.
Are you asking us to reconsider
matriarchal waste as symbiotic exchange
between and within partnering Patriarchs with Matriarchs?
And, if so,
pardon me,
but isn’t that rather an old school invitation?

M. T.
Journeys With Father Time
are nutritional gambles,
where even trees hedge our bets,
extracting nutrients from old leaves
before recycling,
freely absorbing as needed
when needed,
but no more.
And, if less,
we do not blame them
for wasting what they never had to give.

S. E.
You say,
of your journeys in dialogue with Fr. Time,
“these are sustained by resource richness
producing excess dissonant waste,
re-investments supporting higher
yet denser
co-evolving
creolizing
nutritionally healthy outcomes.”
Is that faith
in the supremacy of cooperation
over competition,
do you think?
I was just wondering,
trying to follow the regenerative string
of your co-creation story.

M. T.
We can look at matriarchal history
to find apparent RightBrain waste
as potential LeftBrain abundance.
Over time,
unused resources
become energy sources for something other,
some polypathic nutritional system
of Earth’s co-intelligence.
This is a liberating process,
but freedom of authority
including responsible limits on cooperatively available energy,
within any one journey,
one time,
one space,
limits of polypathic diversity,
pressured through competitions
about what is waste and what is of healthy value,
yet continuously within WinWin
co-absorbing regenerativity.

S. E.
Any final thoughts?
We’re almost out of time.

M. T.
Almost out of time for Patriarchy Knows Best Journeys.
To your generation of sisters,
work on lower carbon-cost investments
for re-investing deductive/inductive
decompositional journalistic materials,
themes,
lesson plans,
designs for regenerative network building.

S. E.
And, I guess we’ll have to leave you with that.
Whatever that was.
Now,
can we talk about my favorite story,
The Rise and Fall of Roman-Capitalist Colonialism?

M. T.
Oh, really?
That’s your favorite?
The one where the Patriarchal God of Love
builds ballistic bombs and bullets
so we can militarize and criminalize
future generations
worshiping this Patriarchal God of Loving Mistrust,
made in our own memories
of further travels with Fr. Time?

S. E.
Yes, that one!
Kind of a mix of gothic horror
with operatic tragic-comedy.

M. T.
I think that’s my favorite wasted journal entry too.

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Starting With Healthy Beginnings

Left:
Let’s start at the beginning
of your ecotherapeutic day.

I’m talking today with Fr. Time,
Earth’s only fully self-ordained ecotherapist,
and recently published author of
“Journals of Mother Time.”

We have no corporate sponsorships to report,
although we are for sale
especially if you’re buying,
or know anyone who is,
and can afford us–
cause we ain’t cheap.

Well then,
What do you eat for breakfast?

Right:
Usually mushrooms with fish oil
and a little pomegranate juice.

Left:
Any particular kind of mushrooms?

Right:
No, just a generic mix, why?
You want some recommendations?

Left:
Sure, why not.
You’re going to go there anyway.

Right:
Stay away from the poisonous ones,
more toxic ways of being
and becoming
too internally competitive,
combusted,
angered,
riled up.

Left:
Well, thank you, I think…
I know that’s gonna make my day.
So, what’s after breakfast?

Right:
Usually lunch.

Left:
Is this like a culinary theme?
Oh…I get it…
the ecotherapist
is also a nutrition producer/consumer balancing actor
within regenerative cultures of health.

So, tell us, Fr. Time,
What do you make and eat for lunch
and are you sure you’re not supported
by the Robert Woods Johnson folks?

Right:
Could you do one question at a time, please?
I have trouble hearing both at once.

Left:
But,
you’re gonna try aren’t ya?

Right:
Well,
only because of your gracious invitation
to apply what we learn from cultures of health
regarding nutritional choices
for internal and external climates
nurturing sensory cooperations.

Left:
Oh, Yes.
Matriarchy rears your democratic agenda again.
Help me understand
why you connect patriarchal politics
to capitalism’s competitive economics?

Right:
They are nondual partners
and are clearly not my protagonists.
We should choose a healthier lunch
in a culture of nutritional wealth,
regenerate abundance.

Left:
Not choose at all?
Or, not choose as much
of the patriarchal option?

Right:
Not choose patriarchal capitalism
over matriarchal cooperative-investment
in democracy-optimizing equity
of nutritional multiculturalism,
if we have to call it all that.
Although,
why not just call it
Left-Right
Patriarchal-Matriarchal
Yang-Yin
Ego-EcoSystemic BiLateral
polypathic?
This wasted complexity
is beyond my present time
of eco-conscious reason.

Left:
I’m sorry.
Was that yes,
don’t ever choose over-investing in patriarchal ecopolitical systems
or
No, it’s OK to go with better balancing patriarchal strengths
with matriarchal nurturing of co-equity cooperatives.

Right:
Why is it always either-or with you?

Left:
OK. Time out.
Remember our interview contract.
I do the asking.
You do just the answering part.
And, you are not allowed to critique my questions
while we’re on air together,
or even later,
when you’re off on your own
talking to some other LeftBrain dominant journalist.

Right:
Oh, that’s who you are today?
Oops…OK.
Yes, It’s OK to play Win/Lose as responsive to prior
patriarchal competitive Win/Lose LeftBrain dominant players
and actors
and governors
and educators
and medical professionals
and care-givers providing Anger Management skills
rather than deep ecotherapeutic learning skills
of ecological light and dark,
warm and cold,
seasons with nutritionally flowing reasons,
skill sets for decomposing
Principles of Reversion.

And,
no it’s not OK
for matriarchal cooperative creolization
of Win/Win ecopolitics
to not exegetically delineate
health-wealth
(0)-sum
sacred polypathic ecology.

These two responses
are double-bound,
heuristically notnot,
causing cognitive-affective equivocating dissonance,
until notnot equals matriarchal/patriarchal ecopolitical cooperation.

Left:
And, this Left Patriarchal Dominance
and Right Matriarchal ecosystemic cooperative ownership
and self-with-other governance
is where we Golden Rule started,
in our matriarchal string of wombs,
so,
that’s where Fr. Time articulates
delineates
we best win spiraling up and in together.

Right:
My memory of our contract stipulates that,
just as I am confined to ecotherapeutic responses,
you are confined to asking questions
about how I get through my self-journeying day.

Left:
Quite right, and left.
Sorry.
sometimes I get drawn into your ebbing
and egging
and flowing
and flowering cooperative web.

So, lunch.
What’s for lunch?

Right:
Not sure.
Whatever the Robert Woods Johnson folks
are buying
to further our cooperative global health.

Left:
So.
Not McDonalds I guess.

Right:
At least not until they change their structure
to cooperative employee ownership
and start serving
more mushrooms and fish oil
with pomegranate juice
for lunch.
More of a brunch really.

Left:
Fortunately, I’m out of time
to waste asking you questions today.
So, we’ll have to hear about Dinner
during a later visit.
Thanks for coming by
and why
didn’t you disclose
your Robert Wood Johnson sponsorship?

Right:
Nothing to disclose.
I told you.
I support them
as I support all cooperative deep sacred ecological education
and governance
as ecotherapeutic remediation
of LeftBrain enculturation dominance
way back
in PreMillennial Times.

I signed our PostMillennial ReGenerative Interview Contract
supporting opportunities of cooperative corporate,
profit and non-profit,
public and private sector,
educational and family sector
economic and political health.

Left:
You know,
you scare me sometimes.

Right:
Was that a question?
Because the answer is Yes,
but you scare easily
when confronted by cooperative Commons
(0)-sum ego-ecological sense.

Left:
Is this about who is going to control
this interview?

Right:
It’s about us co-operating
our global ecotherapeutic climates
of discerning just what is our optimal enculturation
of healthy intent,
praxis,
consciousness,
polypathic bilaterality
toward more gracious ecological
nutritional
balance.

Left:
Is that dinner for you?

Right:
The whole banquet of life.

Left:
Our contract stipulates
a cooperative partnership.
That extends to corporate sponsors.

Right:
You say produce,
I say consume.

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