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Historic Traces

Embracing my retiring place
includes not only green and granite geographic dimensions
in space
But also extending back experienced roots
of 264 seasons past
having co-evolved this matriarchal wombing 2020 present

As if co-gravitation of historic time
with current place
were a creative pre-visioned design of space
dipolar co-arising deja-vu choice
to embrace, with coincidental love revivals,
or disgrace, with even more bipolar fear-mongering,

And usually something merely mortal
yet immortally cooperative
in-between what has been competitive Win/Lose explained
and what could become WinWin integrity
of exclaiming dance and song

Embracing my ego place,
How could that go wrong?
While not ignoring ecosystemic health
of this historic evolving space,
sacred integrity of revolving incarnations,
romantic race
toward multiculturing grace,

Withour fear’s least merely secular
ZeroTrace.

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Literature Standards

My standard for literature,
whether romantic
or academically sobering,
and preferably some hybrid in-between,

Literature teaches me
something I had not previously known,
but somehow felt,
about myself.

Even better,
also teaching me something new
about logos life on Earth

And mythic even better,
also teaching me something long implicitly precedented
about loving life
within revolving frames
of evolution’s flaming
and quiet shaming
history.

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Great Revolutionary Stage

It has been said
by Shakespearean wit
All the world’s a stage.

And so it is, I actively and fluidly suppose,
One Great Transitioning Stage
of diverse seasons
and eons of becoming cooperatively larger
and, especially under climates of crisis,
competitively smaller, too small,
with fewer and fewer nonspeaking parts
in which to hide
Greek and Green and Black and Brown
and Disabled and Imprisoned and Raped
and EnSlaved Choirs

Singing everyday chaotic dreamless automated litanies,
ritual waiting for a great cooperative post-revolution stage
mass-playing only Win eco-
and Win theo-
logically non-violent plays,
fantasies,
regenerative images,
myths,
re-creation stories

In which my Ego’s ZeroZone pre-revolutionary stage
begins through ultra-violet mindbody nutrition stage,

And my MindBody’s inside red meat stage
is my OneZone home
and residential family,
growing more green cooperative than red competing egos
longing for our better played days
staged and restaged nights of awesome starlit wonder.

WonderPlayer’s ultra-violet inside Home
outside staged
in my cooperative neighborhood integrity TwoZone,
including all Zones Zero through One
and secondary extended family neighbors,
also more post-2020 revolutionary cooperative,
ecologically self-responsible and democratically manageing
everyday shared Stages,
more than merely capital Win/Lose enterprise investmentds
to perpetually boom and bust trajectories–
a more violent, pre-revolutionary
faster way to impatiently stage
an inevitable LoseNature/LoseSpirit global crisis grab play
filled with publicly naked mendacity.

My outside neighborhood integrity Stage
still speaks ancient boom and bust stories
but now more often under fire-lit circle stars
composing cold stones
singing bright light bones
and blues

Cooperatively responsible
and democratically authoritative
speaking CoOperative EcoVillage
in Paradise dialects
developed specifically and originally
for my neighborhood’s divine staging stories,

Some larger and longer EarthMother epics
And some more modest everyday enchantments
spinning yarn
while listening for whatever chorus speaking parts remain
unspoken

Some more humanely divine,
and less divinely inhumane violent,
some animal tales,
some mother trees and lesser edible and ornamental voices,
some more competitive Win/Lose pre-revolutionary evolution players
for and against Earth’s cooperative Great Rapturous Stage
restoring/degenerating blue water and red Earth-drawn health
absorbing everyday stages
of green-organic wealth,

Economic stages with ecological actors,
Political health tales
composed by personalWin/publicWin cooperative Community Theaters,
singing and dancing natural musicals
as spiritual celebrations
Sponsored by Paradise EcoVillage, Co-InCarnating

And recruited by secular and sacred Green Cooperative EcoSchools,
wellness-staged democracies
Humane and divine MotherEarth student-mentors
writing and casting WinWin green everyday internships
for cooperatively-trained stage-players,

Always beginning pre-revolutionary
and ending post-revolutionary
with sacred actor truths
and secular beauty trusts
of each democratic Ego’s ZeroZone
staging grand and wondrous healthy
ecstatic
everyday freedoms

Ecologically played by multicultural theocrats
as daily revolutionary
salvific wealth displayed

To Win Earth health
to not lose spiritual post-revolutionary resonance,
We paint our everyday backdrops
with more matriarchal health
to not not lose smaller scaled patriarchal
post-revolutionary resilience
each ZeroZone everyday
refilling MotherEarth Paradise
becoming restaged,
repurposed,
rewoven.

It has been said
by speareon non-twit,
All MotherEarth grows a cooperatively-owned revolutionary stage,
multiculturally managed
with equitable singing and dancing parts
for unmean men and feminist through matriarchal women,
LeftBrain dominant students
and RightBrain strong creation story-tellers
and dancers
and singers
and backdrop painters
and community organic gardeners
and permacultural designers
and restorative justice advocates
and green investigative journalists
and cooperative outdoor accessible classroom mentors and allies,
and post-revolutionary green peace forest-therapeutic actors,
and natural reconstruction developers,
and mutually-held community ecoschool and ecovillage re-designers

Staged by ecological resilience
and theological resonance
and pre and post revolutionary sustenance
and…

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Opposite Day

It’s Opposite Game day
says JayJay
to on-screen enthusiastic friends.

I have no adult time or patience
to see or hear
right as not not opposition wrong

Right, like left,
only appositionally spaced
like I have timeless time
for western this nor eastern that.

If God or Goddess is inside everywhere
with us on our voyage stuckness outside nowhere,
both here and there
then yet not just there
nor merely here.

Just as the opposite of empty secular time
is no sacred time and, yes, eternal timelessness

I wonder why white black
appears greyscale to daytime me
while black white feels ultra-violet bright
at night.

Something could not be right
about left experience of love as life
inexperienced
as dusty death.

All Earth feels full with resonant music
and sky voided silent empty resilience
brittle as a frozen drum
without a ballistic stick
of thunder opposing lightning

It might be true
opposites of dance
are static non-moments
for sterile decay
stagnant non-being
remaining lifeless,
abandoned by courageous hope
to dance once more

And yet I wonder
why opposite of no yes
says “not yet”
while tension between yes no
waits for a double-binding second “no”
to also produce relentless ambiguity
of not not yet.

The opposite of yet
what and whom and why could past become
if we could just get
not not yet
as a sure bet
for outside climate health
and not inside bitter weathered pathology?

From left against right
day recovering night
not not wrong
silence predicting not not adventurous theme songs
oppositionally inappropriate
for Jay Jay’s dancing apposition daze.

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Notes from a Unitarian Child

Once upon a time,
an eight year old
Black and Green and Brown and Red and Blue Lives Matter
ultra-nonviolent kid
wrote an ultra-violet note to him/herself
about stuff s/he needed to full-rainbow recall
if and when s/he ever became
a worn out
stressed out
depressed
workaholic
self-defeated parent:

I wish my dad
and my mom,
like Mother Earth
and GrandMother Moon,
had spent more story time
talking about gravity
and enlightenment tales
and depression fables
and repression epics
and suppression mysteries
of basic fairy flying
like what goes fluttering up
must come mortally down
what goes forward in time
must have come from backward in mythic imagination.

I wish my spiritual mom and natural dad
had thought out loud
more about pictures reducing four-directional wilderness imaginations
as the reverse
of time-organic memories
seducing and securing Earth’s original health intentions.

I hope my future teacher vocation
invests more class time
explaining LeftBrain’s obsession
with starting at the elite top of any logic tree,
then going down the systemic stem and opening/closing branches
to define and redefine Top’s administrative purposes
and subTop uber-branches
over their essentially cooperative,
more than competing, parts,
and resiliently reiterative parts parts,

While spending more future outdoor class time
exercising intuition emerging reverse-time images with organic feelings
starting in ancient WiseElder DNA democratic universal atomic memory
to travel back up a reverse historical health/wealth hierarchy
into this ego-embodied integrity day

More outside classrooms
for nurturing cooperatively-held co-relationships
to be sure all our interdependent parts and climate feelings
throughout our neural network biosystems
are regeneratively communicating
more then degenerating more pathological dissonance,
and unconscious disenchantment with competing ego-healers,
and depression,
and repression,
and suppression of intuitive RightBrain ecological/theological prime relational,
natural/spiritual
patriarchal/matriarchal co-intelligence.

I hope my fellow story-tellers
will remember to talk and listen to kids,
to sing and dance as kids,
to design and develop with hurt kids,
to lead and follow with suffering at-risk kids
will teach and study
breathing in Yang’s patriarchal deductions
to breathe out Yin’s uniting intuitive primal relationships
between what LeftBrain sees too often
as Either/Or oppositional Truths
as RightBrain feels not enough Both/And appositional Trust
that dawn will continue to follow spectral dusk
has followed dusty dawn of sacred ZeroZone enlightenment

As light follows darkness within egos
and darkness without ecologically conscious
theological experience
of uniting love
as grace
and healthy karma

As uracil’s wisdom loyally follows cytosine’s flow
co-arises Yang’s universal monotheistic
RightWing patriarchy has forgotten
LeftWing matriarchal cooperatively-owned prehistory
of unitarian polycultural cytosine evolutions,
birthing appositional twins
Adenine and Guanine,
Zeus and Diana,
Yang and Yin,
testosterone and estrogen…

I long to remember
co-arising polypathic opportunities
for green peace
restoring Yang/Yin egocenters
rebuilding and feeding and watering
matriarchal ecopolitical justice
growing Earth’s healthiest wealth of DNA
sacred story-shaping ecology strings of co-regenerate Tao.

As a WiseElder,
the formerly eight year old Unitarian added,
at long last,

I hope I can retain hope for everyone,
for all future generations,
all species of loving life,
all incorporated constitutions of and for democratic happiness and welfare,
all healthy ecopolitical love climates
and theological grace frames
and ecological karma stories
for cooperatively owning extended family international integrity
within every polynomial x/y-squared egosystem,
every EarthTribe u/c-squared epic string of co-regenerating Time,
every HereNow Yang/Yin-squared polypathic moment
ever after

ZeroZone Universal ReGenesis
begat an eight year old unitarian child
Black and Brown and Green and Red and Blue
polypathic multiculturing lives
for healthier hoping ultra-nonviolent futures.

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Excuse Me!

Excuse me!
my son’s bus driver exclaimed
as I walked away this morning.
I had not finished putting his safety harness on.

Excuse me,
without exclaiming,
means please cut me some slack,
I need to break into your flow of unconsciousness.

My curiosity about apparent invisibility
may exceed your courage for immediately present transparency,
intimacy,
focus,
accessibility,
grace
and less denial of dark powers toward absorbing self and other losses.

Excuse me,
unexclaimed,
unplugged may invite my love
and acceptance of what we cannot independently improve.

But, don’t dismiss me
also lies exclaiming dormant,
waiting in revolutionary disordering wings,
sometimes because lack of curiosity
about needs and wants of others
threatens to get in my own ego’s way,
harming, neglecting those within speaking distance here and now,
and many more not yet loud enough
for me to hear full-voiced disenchantment.

Excuse me!
exclaimed
leans more to RightWing
“Don’t dismiss my Business As Usual
Yang competition powers!”
then
“Would you do me a LeftWing yin paid-forward favor?”
To stop ego self-promoting
your internal short-term needs and rantish feelings
long enough to make love with some WinWin cooperation

MotherEarth
and all Her sacred tribes of history
are waiting for us to hear,
waiting for my excuse,
exploring future health dreams together.

Here with you
and Now as me exclaiming
longing for Earth climate ecstasy,
personal and public,
sacred and secular,
spiritual and natural
Excuse me, please
and thank you in advance
of further climate pathologies.

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Curious Complexities

Life feels too complex for mere words,
she curiously said out loud
anyway.

I see health differently, more confluently,
and yet your complex experience feels familiar,
he summarily replied.

I would not equate my life experience
with healthy process, necessarily developing,
although sometimes yes,
especially in wombed and infantile beginnings
before words became evolutionary tools
to be used both for and against complexities.

Language feels more resonant
since one day when I mistook dissonance
for confluence,
mendacious uncharted chaos
predicating pregnant integral enchanting complexity,
Entropy
predicting negentropy
statically remembering more dynamic synergy,
unconscious dark soul
whispering with subconscious healthy spirits
realigning conscious wealthy natures.

Pre-verbal infancy
was so much curiously simpler,
when my rubbed and oiled head
and belly
and back
and feet
and legs
made me so health happy
I hoped to pee my glee.

I can see where words have complexly hidden
your curious ecstatic way
accepting humanity while others feel complexly grieved.

I’m not sure if you affirm my original complex point
about life
or if you are defaming my last happy memory
of healthy relational process
during an intimately discursive pee
nurturing phenomena
coordinating co-relations
rocking my infantile welfare world.

Nor am I…Nor am I,
or We, probably.
Nor Earth her complex ZeroSoiled
ZeroSummed
SelfSouled
not not Other co-relationship.

Relationships feel too complex for mere words
she curiously replied out loud
again
anyway.

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