Winning MultiCultural Health

Encultured vision sees things as they are
and were,
as they are not and were not.
Positive revision sees things as we could become,

Culture is an extremely large word,
with ubiquitous cooperate v compete economic implications,
means toward autonomous v interdependent discovery,
spoken all the way from atomic
through universal systems,
root systems,
language and numeric systems,
as is climate,
as is beauty,
as is trust,
as is health huge
where wealth is not yet pathologically rabid,
feeding off the poor in nature-spirit dipolar equivalence.

Multicultures speak in diverse voices,
internal and external,
Left and Right,
dark and light,
and which we are able to see as us
an which are “them”
depends on not just who or what is speaking
but who and when we listen
and look at out and in,
sniff and lick and feel trusting drawn toward
and those who do not feel right to us,
not because they are not as good,
or even better,
but because we find resonant diversity across our cultures,
within shared subclimates of mutual solidarity
in healthy difference
and not so much overly competitive pathology.


Slow Grown Sunrise

Some mornings I slow down.
If you saw me this morning,
you might reasonably conclude
I could not possibly reduce my productive pace,
a social disgrace,
slogging through my domestic place.

Days, or at least my light within each day,
grow shorter,
while everything remains to be done
to care for future generations
of children
and puppies
and cubs
and kittens
and kids
and calves.

Yet dawn silently screeches toward timelessness
as I realize
I was produced
in a moment of ecstasy,
but also nine-months prepared to thrive
on Earth,
while my unique,
yet resonantly symbiotic, DNA
is born of prehistoric generations,
back when time and light’s productive moments
were measured in full and empty,
ecstatic and aptic,
rising toward another regenerative morning,
and setting toward yet another sacred decomposing night.

It is this slow memory of near timelessness
that revolves through my bones and flesh
and is cooperatively shared
not just with my own Win-matriarchal
and Win-patriarchal lines,
but also our globally shared regeneration
through timeless ecstatic moments
of symbiotic great transitions,
commencing nine months for each preparation
to greet our brothers and sisters,
cousins and families
extending back through competing histories
and cooperative matriarchal nutrition and health mentoring,
fire and wind and water and safety education,
revolving through slow-growth wisdom
of timeless sunrise,
oceans of DNA an Elder RNA,
places and times,
and heathy creolizing climates.

I have bloomed and wilted
where I have been planted,
and where I have chosen to plant myself,
and our future
greeting past revolving sacred memories,
here with now.



are ruled by prevailing polycultures,
unusually fertile margins between two bioregions,
like a continental-ocean shoreline
or a clear blue lakeshore
poised above green grassy plains
and below glaciered and alpine forested mountains.

are broader when horizontal,
or can be,
but always comparatively narrow
when delineated vertically,
the boundary between worm cultures
and above-ground human cultures
and above-head atmospheric waves,
ebbs and flows
of radiant light and misty clouds,
Full Moons and storied mysterious starlight.

Our bilateral intelligence
can also see an even sharper
prime temporal ecotone
riding the Great Transition divide
between impossible invisibility of predicting distant healthy generations
and lives, both healthy and pathological,
extending back from each eternal moment,
matriarchally integrative in reverse rememory
to yesterday,
last month,
last year,
former decades

Who was that person,
and how is s/he the same,
and different than this me now?

On back to each EgoIdentity’s
first interdependently autonomous awareness
of embryonic creolizing bicameral life,
Self inside matriarchal Sacred Other’s
paradise womb of MotherEarth
DNA memory,
hypostatic unions between lives stringing back
through gracefilling RNA
regenerate margins of unfolding fulfillment,
primally ergodic rhythms
and fractal 4Dimensioned patterns
through temporal margins
of reweaving
spiraling EcoTones,
culling integrative nurturing time.

This primal relationship,
within each 0-sum moment,
within MotherEarth’s sacred ecology
projects both back through Elder RightBrain interdependence
and LeftBrain’s secular-agnostic mistrust
of futures not yet hoped for,
of pasts now underground
with worms
in a cognitive-affective dissonant understoried world
where only above ground
and below growing pathological climates
of dualdark clouds
remains both secular Left
and Sacred Right
Prime PolyCulturing EcoTone,
anthro-salient as sacred bicameral Earth,
as above,
so below,
as past,
so shall we become
and notnot become future EcoHarmonic.

We would have better moments,
and better days,
to remember
both ecotones from which we came,
and ecotones toward which we return,
are each the same,
secular thicker and sacred cutting edge,
bilaterally divided
by each co-integrative moment,
like breathing in
and breathing out,
which is which,
depends on whether you are DNA you
or an RNA tree,
or somehow reforesting,
WinWin wu-wei both,
growing parallel above/below ground
deep listening nurturing learning
to cooperatively communicate
ego/ecotone root systems
are also fertile DNA/RNA creolizing boundaries.


Scripts and Choreography

Sacred scripture, especially creation stories,
is to natural-spiritual (nondual) experience

As permaculture designs
are to polycultural outcomes

As cooperative economic intent and planning and investment
are to loving political incomes

As nutritional planning
is to health care giving and receiving
(also nondual).

As ecological wisdom
is to sacred polypathic scripture,
especially re-creation stories.


The 2020 Coop

The People’s Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel roof
and natural wood graffiti walls
spun and sung
with Mohammad’s Sufi Wind Turbinators.

Original coop founders
had been mural painters
and finger and toenail designers,
hair braiders
and community garden canners
and preservers,
soup and smoothie makers
and child-care cooperative providers
and home school teachers,
as well as the original upstairs apartment residents,
and those living next door,
working in the kitchen,
serving organic soup and bread
in winter,
juice smoothies
and fair-trade mocha freezes
to readers and talkers with listeners
during warmer sun-drenched months
relaxing on teak chairs
surrounding umbrella tables
in our outdoor street cafe.

The guy with a hot dog and bagel cart
joined The Coop
and invested each lunch hour
then went inside to offer yoga
and chi gong classes
in the reading and quiet arts room.

more robust and rhythmic,
the kitchen and juice bar
shares open space
with a performance stage
bearing diverse drums,
a grand piano,
an accordion,
rather strangely popular,
and a karaoke machine,
lights and sound,
open mic days and nights
for comedy
and poetry,
and rapping,
tapping and beating
and full gospel choir singing,
depending on who shows cooperatively up
to turn out
rather than in
over on the quiet side
of the all bells, but no disdaining whistles, Coop.

Coop peak periods
include rainy and cold afternoons
when street performers
come inside,
finish their soup,
put out their hats
and share a set,
then join juice and coffee and tea bar tables
and sometimes even take a turn
on hooked-up bikes and rowing machines
to operate the lights and mics
and blenders,
but not the mud and straw pizza oven out back,
fired with cedar and mesquite
producing organic vege and goat cheese
on whole wheat crust
for a light supper,
or multigrain scones with herbal high tea,
depending on where you came from
before you found The Coop.

If you remember
the incense and hope of 1960s Head Shops,
the heady roar and multi-racing of 1920s historic stops,
then you may come to see
The Coop is a further evolution
co-founded with 2020 PolyCultural ReVision,
exclusively of and for
those who are gay and straight
and especially everyone in-between
dead and new-born friendly,
cooperatively owning and organizing allies
for renewable multigenerational futures.

The Coop coinvestors
of and for reforesting
each coop business and community
as organically WinWin county and province solidarity
for healthy game strategics
and nutritional performance
and cooperative outcome producing places
where poverty of spirit
and vulnerability of nature’s self-organizing politics
is The Coop’s greatest strength of faith,
gratitude for Earth’s multiculturally abundant
natural-spiritual nondual
faces of polypathic
Planet Earth Cooperative.


Parting Instructions For My Oldest

You did not choose to be born,
much less Black Lives Really Should Equally Matter born
into this legacy,
your familial and civil Two-Connecticuts destiny.

I realize that,
And regret perhaps my own choices
in response to invitations for care-giving
and healthcare-receiving
were probably too egocentrically universalized
creolized so that whatever felt best to me at the time
would necessarily be best for you,
born into this diverse range of my health and pathology choices
for me,
now also for you.

No one asked, including me
Do you think a young African-American ADHD adult,
poorly educated,
challenged as employable
with unresolved anger and fear issues
about whether he is care-giving enough
to deserve to become self care-receiving,
is left to care for
a gay virgin nerd younger adult
game-addicted brother
who believes he is actually allergic,
and perhaps alien,
to Mother Earth,
AND an oppositionally bipolar nymphomaniac youngest princess sister
with cerebral palsy and difficulty speaking,
civilly or usually otherwise,
and concomitant difficulties
not talking to herself while jumping
and slapping
and forgetting to go only on the toilet,
AND your youngest brother,
also with cerebral palsy and a wheelchair,
without capacity to speak or sign
yet with capacity to laugh and smile
with those he loves to know the best care-receiving,
and without capacity to chew and swallow well
so he eats through a tube
what he must not gnash with his grinding teeth,
and with midnight capacities for grande-mal seizures
requiring 24-7 same-room monitoring.

This is indeed
a great deal of operatic drama not to choose
to be born into
as the oldest,
raised by two gay dads,
old enough to have been your grandfathers,
one black, who seems afraid to be associated
with our polycultural reputation and self-presentation,
self-neglect, he might call us out,
and me white,
now apologizing for this mess
with which I leave you
as your birthright.

Attached are instructions
from your sister’s Behaviorist.
I suggest you adapt them,
first to take better care of yourself,
then her,
then your two brothers,
as best you can,
ecotherapeutic care-giving
is also egotherapeutic care-receiving.

When another life
reaches out to strike you down,
to damage your property and/or body,
and mind,
to touch you inappropriately
and without asking permission first,
before grabbing and damaging your thoughts and feelings:

First, remind your care-receiver,
as yourself,
to ask permission to become a care-giver
to you and/or your property,
because your life does matter equally
with each other’s;
not more,
but not less either.

teach your assailant
across permitted boundaries to violence and theft and behavioral restraints,
including use of civil voice,
to advocate for this assailant’s healthcare-receiving wants and needs
in an appropriate
mutual healthcare-giving way,
and more domestically diplomatic,
following universal multicultural standards
for WinWin Solidarity
of All Lives Equally Matter,
Golden Rules
applied to people,
and things,
especially technological co-investments
in Earth’s 7-Generation Future
of healthcare information systems
and their cooperative access
to growing Wealth Without Walls.

mentor your siblings
with healthcare-giving greetings,
listenings before speaking,
speaking back what care-receiving comes through
your All Lives Equally Matter channels
and challenges
about not choosing
to be left with these care receiving and giving
familial opportunities
to regenerate climates of health
and avoid landscapes of further behavioral pathology.

With apologies
for my Elder role
in your current ADHD challenged
ecopolitical and psychological karma,
you know,
as a gay white-trash farmboy
who developed a thing for urban black strong men
in the 1960s and 70s
when my life wasn’t even legal,
much less of any socially therapeutic value,
I didn’t think past my own parenting needs
to give life more therapeutically back
than I had not-so-well received life
in my ecopolitical time on Earth.

If you do your best self care-receiving,
you will each day and night relearn
to teach yourself as others
asking and giving permission to respectfully approach
to advocate for universal care giving as receiving,
beginning with your mentoring history
of gratitude for Earth’s abundant grace
to place
and pace
you here and now
without having even to ask
to be born
into this space and time
of responsibilities for care-receiving
and concomitant authorities of care-giving
ego/eco bilaterally cooperative
WinWin healthcare systemic network building,
4D RealTime
unfolding and reweaving instructions
from and for the Oldest.


Two Cultural Feet

David Holmgren
a seminal PermaCultural Designer,
if there ever has become one,
suggests most people throughout Earth
in this age of globally interdependent communication
feel we have one foot planted
in our original local community/family culture,
and the other foot planted in a more comprehensively dominant
economic and political and sociological culture;
but also maybe both feet together co-arise
in our global ecological enculturation.

More of a mindbody hop
than a cognitive one-legged skip.

I grew to the 18-year mark of emancipation
in a conservative fundamentalist
Michigan family farm industrializing
mid-to-later 1900s
economic and political and sociological
and ecological and anthropological
and psychological and genderological
and extended family farm as forestological
and embryonic wombological culture
both internally adopted
and externally adapting
by trying on my daily
and nightly

As a child
I could not distinguish between internalized enculturation
and external dominant LeftBrain USA-WhiteEnglishOnly culture
because I felt no incipient dissonance
between these two
external Left
and internal Right,
secular ecopolitical and socio-psychological sacred
hemispheres of footedness,

Then I noticed
that the fantasy of partnering with socio-psychological masculinity
rather than ecopolitical femininity–however lovely–
was mesmerizing,
wondrously awesome,
happiness and Aquarian beauty and bilaterally sexy
and internally right
yet very much externally wrong.

So which was my true local culture
with integrity
and safety
and love
and faith
and trust,
and which was my dominant MidWest
White Straight Male Dominant
extending patriarchal farm businessological culture?

It has taken many years
of self-inflicted therapy
to answer that question Both Left-and-Right
Win/Win polypathically healthy,
rather than Either Left-or-Right
Lose short-term to LoseLess long-term pathologically.

since the 9/11 of 2016,
when nearly half of U.S. voters
chose to vote for our own domestic terrorism
inflicted against both promised rich
and threatened poor,
both hateful and fearful AlienElitist plutocrats
and hated and feared non-fundamentalist
not-sufficiently-domesticated and under-invested
cooperative Left in solidarity with Right Brained democrats,

It is also true,
an alternative majority fact,
if you will,
that slightly over half did NOT vote
to internalize a domestic version
of global fundamentalist terrorism,
against the greater powers
of polypathic Left/Right bilateral love,
against the principles of Zero-Sum WinWin ecopolitical integrity,
from which my own Left-Right extending farm-as-global-forest ecology
was originally spawned
in patriarchal-matriarchal harmony
Yang with Yin, not dissonantly against
Left-RightBrain Ego/Eco inductive bilateral co-intelligence,

Without, so far as I recall,
quite so much RightFooted stomping
and marching
in military-industrialized
Big RedBook of ViolentCapitalism Squares,
where persuasive enculturation begins
at the end of the longest and fattest gun.