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Grace’s Seductive Nature

This day dresses gracefully

like all our days before

but each one unfolds differently

with unique charism and dignity

inviting dawn’s engagement

to stay together in her place

a habitat that paints a dance

across my senses

reminding days before

some less, some more,

some brighter, others dark

wet to dry

cloudy to bright toward dusky night.

 

Each dawn invites engagement.

Step out into my sky!

Nature draws my humaned nature

out in simple abandonment of roof

and walls, windows and doors.

Step out please spin this day with us!

Ms. Day’s natural ways

have trees for voice and waving arms

and meadows for her lap

rivers sometimes quick and rocky and frisky

but usually more sedate,

lately, too often murky,

her circulation needs more exercise

more human exercise to swell her flows

and clear her clogs

beneath her lacey dressed up grace.

 

Each afternoon invites marriage

of human nature’s eco-clan.

Her heat each day reminds

invest some heat her way.

Summer’s warm acidic

flashy orange-red-tomatoed polish.

Fall’s weeping kaleidoscope

seeding color compost

cool and moist fragrant maturity

a harvest for her nest.

Winter’s white crystal sequined gown

hides icey heart in hybernation.

These days with her are shorter.

She freezes and prefers a solitary nap.

But, when she’s bright and warm and

brilliant, gleaming so white bright

her rays burn crisp dry skin

exposed beneath my chin

as I venture forth for warmth’s brief fling,

sniffing searching for her sisters’

warmer green-hued spring.

Warm spring heat gives birth to

flower, food, fragrance, folly

to be worried about missing her past winter.

Her fecund grace pledges a bun dance

for our wedding,

each mindful natured afternoon a marriage

of our diversely racing meetings.

 

Each day’s evening draws me toward her honeyed moon.

A time to rest together through dark

nights of reweaving flight

remembering this day’s beauty

and her beast

when nature’s tensions

made me want to slam shut door

go back inside

say, What for!

But dwelling in this beastly beauty

warps a weavish fecund trail

toward dawn’s next new dress

seducing humans’ nature.

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Weeping Trees of Life

My tree of life too often weeps

willowing down toward grounded roots

sustaining all this weight of history.

 

Our tree of life grows up and down,

a tree of cultured composting ground

up through tiny reaching tendrils

laced to root-unwinding system growth,

up toward light and air and breeze

and full-bloomed flower of polyculturing praise.

 

My life tree weeps for fear of death

tear-seeds reining in my soul

winking down through fertile ground

where springs bring hope of day.

 

Not all trees are weeping trees.

We tend to grow near watered streams

flooding nutrintegritative souls

awash in tears

informed by years of self-encultured

sadness ignored by upright stretch

of stronger Yangish stuff,

with dryer roots.

 

My tree of life too often weeps

to grow up as an oak

filled willow to reach around this Earth

and dance with roots

gracefully embracing soulfilled

gravitating rhythms

of regenesis.

 

My tree of life too often weeps to grow.

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On Labor and Capital

I am struck this morning by the confluence of a hugely compelling “Security” question as the U.S. moves into Labor Day.  So, please forgive what begins tangentially, but I do move to an underlying cultural change observation by way of this “Labor” and “Capital” exploration.
I suspect that Capitalism is no more the opposite of Socialism or “Sharia Law Tribalism” than it is opposed to reorganizing as a globally cooperative Information-based economy.
Capitalism is simply a historical-cultural mistake of reductionism.  More specifically, “wealth” became reduced to the value of human enterprise, production, and financial measurement.  Capital, physical assets, wealth, has its place and role, but it is not the whole story, or even most of the “Labor” and economic story.
There is also value (though currently less amenable to measurement) in learning, in information, in communicating effectively and inclusively, in loving, in goodness, in beauty, in nurturance, in caregiving, in discovering a new truth or insight, in enlightenment, in “spirituality.”
Capital came to monopolize economic value, in the Western hemisphere, with the advent of “Industry” severed from vocation, “Empire” or “Nation” severed from culture. “Capital” severed from its Value-root has fed the devolution of feminist culture, leaving three exorbitantly expensive evolutionary scars.
1.  Empire-building is the de-valuation and displacement of aboriginal communication and communities, discounted as not rational and uncivilized.  Older, smaller scale, aboriginal cultures assume highest values are found in organically fused (“permaculture”) local communities.  Empire-building led to the ownership of, thereby power-marginalized, aboriginal cultures.
2. Slavery, historically speaking, was male imperialist ownership of de-valued aboriginal people, violently disrupted from their organic human communities and cultural/communication systems.  Vestiges remain, and these contemporary versions remain male-over-female dominating power structures.
3.  The emergence of post-industrialized “child welfare” systems de-value the relationship between our species’ nurturers and their children.  This results in the  forced disruption of primordial and neural-based communication, and considerable trauma to a vulnerable and marginalized population.
Perhaps this “Great Turning” moment, turning from historical precedent to a more inclusive global dia-logos about our shared cultural roots, potentiates a “PermaCultural Awakening,” fueled by our unprecedented globally inclusive communication potential, to recapture “feminist” aspects of our value culture that include species diversity and male-female, or Yang-Yin, equilibrium.
That was a very long and dense sentence.  Nevertheless, it is my hope and prayer on this Labor Day that we can communicate our globally shared vision.
I imagine living in a U.S. culture that celebrates “Vocation Day,” inclusive of Labor;
“Nurturance Day,” inclusive of Mothers;
“Interdependence Day,” inclusive of Independence and Freedom and Security;
“Creativity Day,” inclusive of Christmas,
“Regeneration Day,” inclusive of Easter,
“New Seasons Day,” inclusive of New Years,
“Visioning Day,” inclusive of Memorial,
“Gratitude Day,” inclusive of Thanksgiving,
“Mentors Day,” inclusive of Presidents,
and maybe even the perennial kids’ favorite “Enlightenment Day,” inclusive of Halloween.
While I am reweaving what has been torn asunder, please forgive me the further hubris of suggesting some of these  Days might be more significantly thought of as “Sharia-Analogic” global celebrations, more significantly than U.S. “legal” holidays.
Labor and Capital have not failed our economic prosperity.  This Transitional Moment is about re-connecting them to their deep cultural roots.  Globally cooperative species-vocations, analogic structures of inclusive dialogue, and richly inclusive values potentially mature our vast and stunning diversity toward a sustainably balanced global PermaCulture.
That would be my idea of Security, sustainable Labor, and, yes, Sharia Paradise.
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