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Climate Rise Up

As I write this, thousands of people are gathering to listen with each other, to sing, perhaps to dance more than walk in striking solidarity for climate health. I have been thinking of this moment, this event, this day, this strike on this sacred Earth all week.  And, each time this gathering comes to mind, so does Cassandra Batie and Jennifer Decilveo’s 2016 anthem, “Rise Up.”

This variation on Batie and Decilveo’s lyrics I sing in tears of joy and deep sorrow with those who are on their way, drawing near toward the sound and sight of each others’ voices.  I would love to join you in person, but old bones and heart and mind have learned that my climate anxiety flares into manic hope at such events, and then I pay the suicidal ideation price on my way home, feeling alone, hopeless.

I believe for every face and voice seen and heard at a Climate Strike gathering around the world today, there is at least another, and probably several others, with you in swelling heart, in passionate mind, in loving soul, but, like me, have learned that our Great Transition role, however resonant, will best remain resilient as we Rise Up on our front porches and back yards, in our forests and ocean shores, on our rivers and lakes, to sing to Earth’s tired trees, to dance to aching birdsong, to remember when we were young, more hopeful, more proud of what we can yet accomplish within Earth’s sacred solidarity.

Humbled now, this is dedicated to those more visible, to know we are millions already belonging together within this shared Great Transition, Great Turning, Great Reweaving with you; and with gratitude to Cassandra Batie and Jennifer Decilveo for Rise Up, embodied and well-sung hope.

I have been your living Earth;
I will live and die through you.

I will be your blood born sap;
You will live and die with me.

This Great Transition
into owning competitive responsibility
for climates of pathology and health,
inward and outward,
composed of all past energies,
small co-arising transitions
reweavings
regenerations
now contained in Earth’s soil,
Her rebirthing baptismal waters,
Her buoyant air,
Her fertile winds
and purging fires.

Earth’s broken down
and tired
of living love
on this unmerry-go-round,

And I can’t see Her lovers
but I hear life in you
so we gon’ rise Earth up,
Move mountains,
we gon’ walk love out
and heal oceans.

And we’ll rise up,
We’ll rise each Earth’s day,
We’ll rise up,
We’ll rise unafraid,
We’ll rise up
and we’ll love life a thousand times again;

And we’ll rise up
high like Earth’s waves,
We’ll rise up
in spite of life’s ache,
We’ll rise up
and give love a million times again,

For Earth,
For you,
Earth, for you;

When our silence isn’t quiet
and it feels like we’re growing hard to breathe
and we know Earth feels like dying,
Then I promise we’ll raise the Earth to Her feet,
Heal forests,
Bring Earth’s tribes to our feet
and move mountains.

All we need,
All we need is hope
And for faith we have each other,
And for peace we have each other;

And we will rise
we will rise
we will rise
we will rise,

We’ll rise like Earth’s day
We’ll rise up,
We rise unafraid,
We rise up
and we’ll love life a thousand times again,

And we’ll rise up
high like Earth’s waves,
We rise up
in spite of hate’s ache,
We rise up
and Earth does love a million lives again.

For Earth,
We will rise
we will rise

We will rise
for you,
Earth will rise with you.

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Recycling Values

Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.

The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories

Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising felt re-experience ecosystems,

And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles

Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth’s shift
balancing bilateral TimeFlow
for virtuous communication

Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe’s perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark…

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Educating Roots

I have noticed
all my daily educational journeys
begin with,
Where do I come from?
And how do I feel today
about my journey so far from yesterday?
Our journey so far,
and yet not far enough?

I come from living waters
as profoundly liberating as the air
we would soon learn to breathe.

I am feeling said
for all the opportunities I avoided
to escape all the risks
invited by my shortages of curiosity
and patience,

Sad for settling into my most intimate low commons denominator
lack of commitments
neglecting my healthiest potential connections
with other living waters,
natural spirited inspired inspirational experiences

With those who might have had ears to hear,
surf to ebb and swell emotion’s wane and wax,
with low-bar instructions
to stay out of troubled oceans
seas and seasons,
lakes and swampy ponds,
waiting to be industriously drained,
rivers and endless wondering wandering tributaries
of wet extracted nutrition.

Sacred water murmurs more active hope,
a spray tickling across a lucid lupine stream
speaking mountain voices with and through rounded
risky
stones

Actively seeking sights higher
deeper
wider
narrower
there
here
then flowing on into higher water marks
now threatening to swamp organisms
and organizations along the shore
of change in all relationships of Earth.

I feel said
I have not set my well-watered sights higher
than do no harm
to those living waters
flowing forward into time’s healthiest
transparent
vulnerable,
curious and courageous future sluggish currents of nutrition,
prophets of soon to come malnutrition,
and all climatic hopes and fears
angers and sadness
in-between drowning risks
and strong-flowing currencies of win/win
wellness watering opportunity

To notice
all my daily educational journeys
begin with,
Where did I come from?
And how do I feel today
about my journey so far from yesterday?
Our journey so far,
and yet not far enough?

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MotherEarth Economists

EarthMothers are instinctively natural economists
advocating fiscal conservancy
because we cannot sustainably give
beyond nutritional elements we are cooperatively taking in.

EarthMothers know by pregnant experience
what it feels like to slow-grow a robust regenerative economy,

To give birth to healthy robust hope,

To invest in bilateral birthing compassion

To divest of timelessly cherished assets
when our right climate of healthy opportunity
has come, win/win,
for cooperative health remediation

For regenerative selves
and our future sons and daughters

From wet warm wombs
born into MotherEarth’s globally pregnant
eco-political climate remediation,

Health remunerative cooperative co-governance,
co-investing in health wealthy future Time.

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Resilient Health Care Systems

Competitive economic experience
breeds business as usual
capital-growing cultures
with a special preference historical
for white privilege patriarchal
remembering and designing
left-brain dominant educational systems.

Cooperative ecological economies
breed more organic networks
of permacultural health
and nutrition
and communication experience,
with a special historical preference
for ecofeminist Earth-empowered
deep learning
listening
noticing prime primal attachment relationships
between internal ego-
and external eco-
systemic balance,
harmony,
interdependent equity,

RightBrain HealthWealth Prominent ,
liberal leftwing progressive,
freedom from isolated loneliness,
depression,
repression,
suppression,
AND
LeftBrain WealthHealth Dominant,
conservative rightwing defensive,
freedom to impressively
robustly
compassionately
nutritiously thrive

without eating the less brilliantly aristocratic help

and remembering to at least say
Please and Thank You and You Are Welcome,
is where civil rights end
and co-responsively begin.

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Queer Music

They lived across from each other
on and off the center floor dorm hall,
both on the much discussed
controversial LeftWing side.

Yang perused Yin’s CDs,
“I see you like that queer music,
Elton John
and Luther VanDross
and George Michael.
I didn’t notice that before.”

Yin responds quietly
calmly
amused:

First,
I don’t believe music is gay or straight,
but most everything related in-between
harmonic and dissonant,
diminished and replenished.

Lyrics may be queer or predictable
but usually flow well
either way
telling co-relating creation stories
of nature’s neural positives
and negatives
surfing back and forth
in and out
before and after
here and there
now and then
and yet to climax
polypathic health
as polyphonic wealth.

But, Second,
Feels to me all music,
maybe all muses,
are queer
when I think holistically about it,
us,
them,
verbally thought and non-verbally felt,
internally touched

By a rhetorical moment
we curiously know as music
without noticing how radically unlikely
regenerative processes
compassionate evolutions
could ever reproduce such homo-ingenious sounds,
rhythms,
patterns,
colors,
textures,
stories,
epic original empathic creations
and co-empathic octaved recreations
within such a LeftBrain heterosexual white privileged
RightWing capitalistic
narcissistically greedy
UnQueer Marching Against
the Great Historic/Futuristic muse and prophets
of harmony,
despite dissonance,
resonance,
despite fading resilience of Baby Xers,
polyphonic yin-mused light,
despite polynomial not not
climate of touch and feel dualdarkness.

Meanwhile Yang
couldn’t hear too well
since opening the window
facing spring
listening
to a cranked up RocketMan,
while athletically dancing to hot not unqueer music,
and Yin’s ears swayed tenderly after and before
queer musing
straight talk.

 

 

 

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Classroom Loser

She intended to teach history
of philosophy,
but no history-buffed
economic or political listening philosophers signed on.

So, s/he decided to try
an empowerment class on ecological
and historical interrelationships
as found in systematic multicultural theology,
but no polycultural theologians
with divine win/win synergetic communication experience
came to actively listen
to and for each sacred Others’ feeling
thoughts.

So, s/he offered a space
for polypathically cooperative economists
to speak ecosystemically
among our nutritional health-networking selves,
as both teachers and listeners,
speakers and readers,
but too late–
All her potential consumer/producers
were busily writing
and marketing their own autonomously competing passions
and dispassions,
posting multi-sensory courageous
and curious selfies.

So, s/he opened a blogsite
to facilitate sharing and telling
compassionate historical creation stories
of ecological
theologically multicultural
mutually cooperative WholeEarth-gaming communication

And that was the last robust ecopolitical co-investment
and first we’ve heard
from him and her
ego and eco
left and right
western capitalistic patriarchal culture
still speaking evangelically up and out
with yang-outdoor bipolar shouting privileged voices,
and eastern compassionate inside
healing dipolar co-arising
feeling/thinking choices.

Although now lost in complexity
of robust nutritional life,
I’m fairly sure
EarthMother originally intended to teach history
of emotion-listening philo/sophia,
but no history-buffed
bilaterally listening philo-sophiers signed on
to notice her diverse sensory-neural climates.

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