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When Pigs Can’t Fly

If love is healthy
and health is love,
whether a screaming rabid eagle
or a peaceful mother dove,
then it matters,
whether you are a pitbull
or a kinda bitchy beagle,

When someone nominates for CEO
a person who flat out tells you
I am a pig,
and not only that,
I could fly like an eagle
if not for all you lumpen doves,

Run,
don’t walk,
fly, if you can,
in most any other direction.

To do otherwise
is like saying healthy Earth
could be more lovely
if flying pigs
were plutocratic CEOs.

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The AntiDenialist

Let us refer to nihilism,
she sniffed,
while pompously looking down her nose
as coterminous with totalitarian
and fascist nostrils,
breathing terrors
both inside paranoid
and outside victimizing
all but mutually maligning bullies,
who never bother to listen to each other anyway.

With that as our historical background
we might notice,
although everyone is victimized by nihilism:

1. Some victims vote for empowering denialist nihilists anyway,
believing we have not nominated any healthier choices.
When everybody sucks,
the LoseLose question becomes who sucks up least
from my intended egocentric direction?

2. Poor and marginalized people,
non-bully species and natural systems,
like rivers and forests,
matriarchs and their vulnerable hurt children,
people with color and without Elite Patriarchal credentials
inheritance
historical empowerment
cultural over-investment
are those first
longest
deepest hurt by antiEarth de-nihilism,
while more plutocratic middle class conservatives
are also victims of self and other denial,
yet more likely to vote for it
along with those wealthy enough
to stay on the bully side
of universal WinLose self-nihilism
of this potentially humanely global
democratic WinWin species.

It does not seem too difficult
to me,
she sniffed again,
to recognize that love and integrity
have become more regenerative empowerment
through mutual solidarity of purpose,
nor to feel this in my phylogenic bones,
nor to play WinWin integrity
rather than eco-denial WinLose Solitaire.

My righteous opposite of LoseLose nihilism–
more wealth of health enculturing
instead.

And then she threw back her head
wrapped her shawl more tightly around her phylogenic bones
and stalked out of the classroom,
without so much as asking for a question.

I didn’t know whether to believe what she said
or what she did
or both,
somehow.

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Persuasive Powers

I remain both surprised and alarmed
when revolutionary entrepreneurs,
AltRight survivalists,
poor and terrified AfricanAmerican and Hispanic young adult U.S. males,
and females,
and the National Rifle Association
vociferously agree with Chairman Mao
“Power is found at the end of a gun.”

While alarmed
because violence breeds further mindless violence,
I continue to be surprised
because even a child could notice
Power originates from Earth’s revolving
and enlightening
relationship to the Sun.

All other points of origin
are secondary,
derivative,
and perhaps not to be made too anthro-centrically much of.

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Immortal Mortality

Which is the truest measure of a life,
the leaf’s annual departure
into Earth’s compost pile?

Or the tree’s root system
of timeless regenerational reforestation
slow-growing interdependent organic species?

Yes.
Both short-flowered leaf and root flowing systemic,
Left-patriarchal
with Right-matriarchal.

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Political Poetry Bowl

Vulnerability is rich soil for gratitude
while Yang strength is rockier,
less robust for absorbing flows of nurturing waters.

Just as gratitude
is richer soil for abundance
than Yang attitudes
of elitist patriarchal supremacy.

At Yang’s perpetual adolescent table,
each diner has his family’s autonomous bowl and spoon
of diverse inherited sizes.
The object of this eating nutrition game
is to grab as much of Earth’s Common HealthWealth
as possible,
to keep your bowl not just full,
but overflowing into storage bins
and deposit boxes.

Good Yang capitalists,
well-fed to corpulence,
are not known for their satiated abundance,
but more for insatiable hunger for more
food in their wealth bowls today,
unaware that Earth’s crops of storage bins
and deposit boxes
encroach now across the Commons garden
of formerly more organic nutritional abundance.

Yin has no such strong autonomous table.
Here Gaia is known as a OneBowl-OneSpoon economy
playing universal Golden Rule cooperative politics.

As political capitalism’s OneBowl Earth
separates wealth for those inside our OneBowl
from health,
especially for those on the margins
of our One Matriarchal Gratitude Bowl,
then competitive abundance tips toward cooperative recessions,
suppressions
oppressions
away from abundance
toward insatiability of Yang’s autonomous
growing numbers of bowls and spoons
of widely disparate inherited sizes,
where biggest might of great abundance
never fills each glutted plutocratic bowl
not yet sufficient for paranoid insecurity’s conservation needs,
sufficiency in defensive competition with all Others.

At some point Yang might notice
that all patriarchal competing bowls
of diverse sizes and colors and cultures and nutrients,
derive from our one GaiaEarth Bowl
with One Ecological Spoon,
feeding Yin vulnerability
toward matriarchal gratitude
and, thereby, cooperative ecopolitical abundance,
and not so much falsely autonomous Yang short-term strength
feeding anthrocentric competitions and racisms
toward capital violent-industrialized
marketing of Earth’s remaining scarcity
for Yin/Yang OneBowl-OneSpoon
ecological life.

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UnStuck Adolescence

It might be said of adolescence,
This is a stage demanding economic authority,
autonomous freedom to invest and disinvest,
without yet accepting concomitant political responsibilities,
to family
to community
to children
to grandchildren
to disenfranchised populations
to Elders’ wiser investments, in their permacultural time,
to other interdependent species
in our food chain
and in Earth’s political digestion
and indigestion
food chain,
feedback loops, double-bound.

Adolescence viewed in this dichotomous way,
with Yang economic authority embraced so warmly
for short-term profit margins,
that Yin’s invitation to long-term cooperative political responsibilities
remains a naive liberal view
of ecological conservation;
confuses Yang adolescent dominance
with Yang/Yin maturity,
patriarchal/matriarchal nondual supremacy
over even inclusive anthrocentrism,
confuses patriarchal humanist libertarianism
without matriarchal humane integrity
of synergetic Gaia, hypostatic unioned,
negentropic dipolar,

nursing bilaterally responsive regenerative systems,
incarnating as individual growing-up egos,
corporate ecosystems on our interependent way,
incorporated non-profits and public sectors
too often acting like Industrial Era adolescent competitors,
colonizing victims of criminalization
and enslavement
and addiction
and domestic and international terrors
through Anger Management
and fake BadNews
and dark magical nonthinking
and fear-mongering
feeding deeply encultured patriarchal paranoia,

sometimes improving skills for entrepreneurial autonomous bootstraps,
where short-term successes include those designing boots thick enough
for limited success
in a dog eat dog world
but longer term outcomes evolve worker-
and client-
and resident-
and GaiaCommons-owned cooperative structures
systems
networks
WinWin games,
citizen-owned and managed civil governments,
care-receiver owned and managed healthcare cooperative networks

balancing mature economic authority with political long-term responsibility,
Yang with Yin-wizened wisdom
rather than stuck in withering adolescence against
each secularLeft and sacred RightBrained bicameral heart.

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UnWoven Memories ReWeaving

I grew up and out on a four family-owned,
and cooperatively-organized,
extended matriarchal farm.

Four interdependent 1940s through 1970s patriarchally managed businesses,
without substantial questions about who should wear pants,
yet with a surprising matriarchal cooperative understory.

The boxers outnumbered the panties,
but the panties had full nutritional care-giving and -receiving reign,
Monday through Friday,
9 to 5,
and what the boxers missed,
well,
that’s the competitive market price of non-panties.

My maternal grandparents were farmer and wife
with three daughters.
These daughters, as adults,
lived, and two will die,
within a five to fifteen minute drive from each other,
an easy spring through fall bike ride for pre-teen cousins,
ten of us in all,
four all-American girls,
five made in USA boys,
and the fifth-born,
well,
we never were entirely persuaded
one way or the other.

During the spring
each of the three sisters planted her garden,
large enough to produce tiers of canned corn,
rows of string beans,
pickled beets,
sauerkraut,
stewed tomatoes,
applesauce
and peaches and pears
self-picked in teams of two or three adult sisters
and their attendant underlings
infesting local orchards.

It was at canning time
our matriarchal cooperative came into its own.
And the making of preserves,
jams and jellies,
cherry and strawberry,
raspberry and blueberry.

I recall bushel baskets of sweetcorn
waiting to be husked
and cooked
and cut off the cooled cobs;
huge harvesting pans
of peas waiting to be snapped open
then pulled out with our left thumbs,
except for my oldest sister,
princess Elder of all matriarchal cousins,
who is left-hand dominant.

Rows of tomatoes
lined up on our enclosed front porch
to finish sun-ripening on newspapers
spread thin across the painted cement floor
leaving only a center aisle
to walk in from outside
toward the sacred altar of our mass producing kitchen stove,
all four burners sacrificing red hot electricity.

The porch floor would fill
with alternating waves of peaches and pears
creeping toward their ripest time
while we pitted mahogany sweet cherries
for freezing
and florescent red cherries
tart,
to drench in sugar
and smack our mouths with amazing jam.

So, there I was
the fifth-born ambiguity of ten cousins
living literally in the midst of a traditional
MidWestern
extended family
matriarchal cooperative,
Monday through Friday
during summer vacations,
with some elements of patriarchal sharing
among my mother’s dad
and the three son-in-laws
on weekends,
sometimes even hot haymaking weeknights,
sharing combines and bailers and harvesting wagons,
forming hay bailing teams,
drivers and stackers,
unstackers and hay mount restackers,
and cookers of meals for the field workers.

All this economic nutritional production
was further enriched
by shared sister and cousin lunches
and laughter
and lavish suppers
with sweetcorn on buttered and salted cobs,
sliced beefsteak tomatoes,
potato salads
and strawberry-rhubarb pie for dessert,
a la vanilla-only mode
for those who preferred creamy
with their just desserts
during summer’s cooperative harvest.

Good food,
but also hot rhapsodies of laughter
spreading echoes across the evening barn
to share with dairy cows
and satiated pigs
cooling in their cooperative mud
beside the algae-blooming pond.

This cooperative worked and played across all four sites,
grandparents
and all three sisters
and my usually convivial cousins.
We peaked in summer
and dwindled down in winter
to monthly Sunday dinners
extending on through sleepy afternoons
of sabbath rest,
and maybe sledding,
to end in nocturnal benedictions
back at church,
to close these cooperative sabbath rituals
where we began
all of Sunday morning,
10 a.m. Sunday School
through noonish,
often over-heated
over-extended admonishments
against greed and lechery,
dancing and provocative entertainments
in movie theaters
and pool halls,
and don’t even think about the bars
and devil-liquor stores.

In retrospect,
I doubt these Sabbath admonishments
against competing with extended family health
were as influential
as was our cooperative structures,
our mutual enjoyment of nutritional outcomes
but also the harvesting process
together.

Our matriarchal cooperative,
for the generation it lasted,
was 100% proof against unhealthy family disruptions.

But,
that was then,
and this is now,
spread out and dissipated,
finding our new ways
toward extending families
of matriarchal and patriarchal cooperatives.

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In PostMillennial Hypostasies

Once upon a time
Earth was formed
by Yang light radiance
and Yin moonlight flow of tidal grace.

From Her Eastern hemisphere tidal waves
and deep ocean rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
clouds and electromagnetic waves,
fire and wind storms
flowed with YangSun rise
toward western evening’s sacred Elder dusk.

Western hemisphere’s turtle back
flowed appositional with YangSun,
prevailing with and without FullMoon’s yin-centering tides.

Once upon post-millennial time
of expanding co-operative Gaia Theories,
creolizing psychology’s ecopolitics of healthcare-giving
and receiving WinWin love,
we noticed our nondual Turtle Hemispheres,
LeftYang industrial sunlight revolutions
with RightYin sustaining GrandMother sacred moonlight evolutions,
Industrial Revolution days
predicting non-renewable energy descent into nightmare nights
but also yin-renewable energy ascension
into and for and of
climates and landscapes and mindstates and dreamscapes
of 4D ecopolitical reversion therapy,
rooted in ecological flow systems
of tidal waves
and oceanic rivers,
prevailing winds and rains
and root systems of nutrition,
clouds and ionic/ironic dipolar thermodynamic balance,
revolutionary fire and wind pollution storms
merging with anthro-hubris denial,
our Yang-dominant shit don’t stink,
flowing west to east again west,
north to south reweaving north,
left to right creolizing rest
in bilateral trust secular/sacred regained.

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Creolizing Grace

We often lament long-term effects of slavery
on those enslaved across multiple generations.

Enslavement leads to addiction and codependent denial,
then is taught and mentored to enslaved children,
also separated from family and sold,
until third generations and beyond
were dressed in commodified adoptions
and creolizing adaptions
and fear
and anger
and despair
about not born good enough
right enough
correctly enough
healthy enough
timely enough
to gratefully know God’s White Caste Grace.

As hellish as this continuing historic lamentation
co-arises a tale less told of chronic traumatic stress disorder
issuing from slave owners
who purchased human nature
with a contract exchanging money
for rights and responsibilities
and violent terrorism of animal husbandry.

The children of slave owners,
and those who profited by economic and political relationships with this ancient breed
of traumatized neurotic, if not psychotic, people owners
continue a contagious curse of unresolved stress disorders
to the extent we allow ourselves to hide behind
entitled to be superior ego-manias.

To the extent slavery and concomitant addictions
to violence and racism,
xenophobia and sexism,
capitalism and ageism,
(years of potential return on investment)
resolve to heal White Caste Grace,
to that extent we are open to profound creolization of love,
available only through gratitude for sacred dignity
of all God’s Earthly Creations,
in all our polyculturing diversity.

Yet unresolved owning of people,
sex as transaction between buyer and sold,
and more violent ways and means of husbandry
as applied to women and not straight enough men,
children,
poor and vulnerable populations,
criminalized and shamed and disgraced stigmatizations,
all carry these worn threads of traumatic stress disorder,
human natural lives as if competitions to own and control and rent and manage
other angry fear-avoiding people
were compatible with abundant political ecology of grace
and mutual gratitude’s democratically ubiquitous response.

While the Agricultural and Industrial Revolutions
greatly expanded the scale of slave and people-owner tensions
and pathological husbandry enculturations,
moral ambiguities about humane patriarchal stewardship
and matriarchal domesticating husbandry repressions
appear to be as old as Creation Stories.

Freedom for healthy interdependent relationships
remain in tension with deeply etched fears of self-enslavement
and angry insecurities about intrinsic grace
and value
and dignity
shared by all Earth’s Tribes,
all God’s Sacred Creations,
continuing internal landscapes of enslaved property
and more exterior climates of growing competitive
rabid
over-heated
over-populated
Yang-dominant
pathology,
rather than Yang/Yin creolizing harmony.

Transitioning from the Industrial and Agricultural Revolutions
into a permaculturally Sustainable Evolution
invites each of us to embrace
this great divide written across each unhealed yet interdependent heart,
part humane slave owner
and part domesticated addict of self-denial,
to continue more resonant matriarchal self-husbandry
with gratitude for healthy grace,
with love for
and with
and of this Earth space,
spiritual interior and natural exterior
creolizing place.

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Sustaining Revolutions

If healthiness
grows godliness,
and godliness
grows healthiness,
why not regenerousness
co-redeems Earth’s shared Eden Nest?

Healthy belongings fill Yang hunger.
Sacred belonging flows through Yin nutrition.

Industrial,
like military,
revolutions
for monoculturing power and wealth
are too much Yang short-term bottom-line.

Sustainable evolutions
for matriarchal gifting polycultural flow
is what we post-millennially higher value
as just right Yin over Yang long-term
co-empowerment
co-operations
in-formations bilateral,
deductive-industrial LeftYang
reweaving inductively sustainable flow RightYin,
as particles are to waves,
as organic cells are to digest/eliminate nutritional systems,
as thymine form is to cytosine functions,
as positive fractals are to double-bound notnot zero.

As Yang industrial periods
are to Yin flow-sustaining sentences
proclaiming regeneration wins
as decomposition loses loss.

Love manufactures
where fear’s angers
pass double-bound away,
if healthiness
grows godliness.

 

 

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