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The Neighbor’s Wife

He’s been struggling with depression,
She said, so then have I.

It’s our bad news
that competing depressions
breed more contagiously
than our cooperative feeding happiness.

Yet our good news grows:
Depression and positive impression
are equally contagious passions
pastimes
eruptions into changing flowstreams of consciousness,
evolving conscientiousness,
naked intention,
interdependent awareness,
enchantment and disenchanting stories,
natural causes spiriting effects causing co-acclimating affects,
positive and negative passions,
pressures,
impressions,
compression.

I’ve been struggling against his self-repression,
she said,
so then he worries about his oppressive powers
financial and political and emotional,
physical and mental.

He doesn’t hit me
or any sentient being
but scares me when he hits
and manhandles against his phone,
kicks against his car,
strikes against his walls and doors and windows,
his property he most interdependently cares about,
relies upon.

This chronic environment of fear,
seeing his violent anger
causes our climate anxiety
and a lack of safely transparent expression,
chronic non-vulnerable repression.

The difference between my suppressed fear feelings
of repression
and his depressed anger feelings,
threatening to disinvest oppression
despite his great attraction to Us,
is a real-talk difference
only if we both know
we are each free to affordably leave,
cut our future health-opportunity losses,
without threat of violent and impoverishing repercussions.

While a free Get Out Of Jail card
and a blinking Safe Exit sign
over our back doors
and front doors
and aside windows
are not much for sharing journeys toward active compassion,
co-operative wonder,
interactive awe,
mutual health and happiness,
prosperous food for mental fitness,
Yet neither is flood insurance
a sign of bad faith in safe and dry land
mutually affordable re-assurance.

Oppression
is aggressive repression
without freedom to exit

And ego repression
is eco-systemic depression
without mutual freedom to catch and re-catch compassion
with and for each faithful interdependent Other,
sentient and sensed as a safe alliance
for absorbing resonance

And practicing mutual reliance,
practicing re-alliance,
practicing integrity of positive contagious co-passions.

Negative depressions stem from lonely longing
origins internal and external,
As positive impressions
grow from practiced compassion,
Solidarity belonging and bred
within eco-cooperative fed
root nutritional systems,

Fitness energy for actively appreciating
each wounded and wounding Other,
including hims
and hers,
transparently discussing fist-vulnerable hands
and heads,
and stomping, kicking feet,
and bad-news phones
and unreliable cars
and imprisoning homes
and patriarchal supremacists

As if all lives
and interdependent relationships
mattered
for continuing depressive competitions
and for altering impressive cooperations.

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EarthBalloon Economics

WinWin Balloon EcoPolitics
for growing community health,
said the EarthBalloon economist,
is most effectively improved
by focusing on the bottom
of Earth’s sacred communal balloon,
accepting shared responsibility
for those stuck in ground floor economies
of chronic survival issues,
perpetually repeating despairing depressed circles,

Rather than ignoring root communal problems
to focus on further elevating
the top tier of this our communal balloon,
with counter-historical faith
in trickle-down eco-power distribution theories
of Win or Lose evolution.

Imagine a balloon stuck to a revolutionary universal floor
with wild crazy glue,
prohibiting change in altitude
and positive evolving attitude.

As we pull from the top, hoping to increase freedom,
the bottom front-line becomes most immediately stressed
to survive this more acute chronic health threat
to the whole balloon system.

In between,
our communal balloon stretches out,
so our middling classes become thinner
and the distance between the top privileged one-percent tier,
within our opulent embrace,
and our stuck, comparatively neglected, bottom bitters
grows as we continue with Win/Lose business as usual
competition with invisible Winner Takes All glue,
holding on to dysfunctional threats
against our communal balloon’s healthy
holistically elastic
dynamic
interdependently co-related
co-passioning systemic structure.

However,
if we Win/Win absorb Win/Lose gaming glue
enough to loosen it’s autonomous defensive grip
we can lift our recovering chronically stressed bottom
of this healthier climate balloon.

As bottom outlyers of our communion life
increasingly harmonize voices,
we bring along all our EarthBalloon’s residents

Slowly growing resilient health outcomes
from the most stressed bottom
of our ecopolitical global communion
until more circular overall balance
between outside and inside climate pressures
optimize health buoyancy of our entire
now lifting,
more light-hearted,
balloon communion.

Systemic communal health care decreases
as we competitively continue to focus on narcissistic hopes
of our too wealth hoarding
too freely Win/Lose privileged elite.

Instead,
elevating improvements change communal elastic health-wealth systems
filling out better balanced,
securely mature,
conserved by liberally lifting love intent
with those chronically struggling
for natural/spiritual climate survival
at the bottom of our ecopolitical
robustly elastic
health-empowering
EarthBalloon.

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Advent of Climate Depression

After required Thanksgiving Day
and depressing night
I awoke surprised
by release into ego-homelessness.

What could sad night despairs mean?
Reiterating loss of identity
mysteriously appearing on this habitat’s coldly absent roof
of sacred grace
space.

Why would capital depression,
RightBrain suppression
and historic patriarchal suppression
suddenly gang up more gracefully,
less threateningly,
on ZeroZone ego-homelessness
freely chosen
before rudely thrown out
for lack of paternal place.

RightBrain fullness of soul
remains ZeroZen timeless re-identification
one empty homeless side without exterior shelter.
But, for how long could eternity reweave
temporary housed DNA souls
becoming Earth’s healthy resilient lifeline?

Advent invites homeless nurturing adventures
into matriarchal kindness, silent advances
into wildly blind blizzards
binding sun’s enchanting rainbow promise
of watery return to Earth’s temporary spring sanctuary
refueling DNA’s homeless
yet robust
absence of living boundaries

Toward, rather than against, Earth’s healthy wealth
future identity transgenerating
transubstantiating temporary sanctuary
in humane health-identity space,
Earth’s co-arising sacred time
of ego’s secular summer
for ecology’s climate climax.

Mutually homeless failing falling theology pilgrims,
EgoYang and EcoYin polypathic souls
overshadowed
by Earth’s great green sanctuary assigned
to re-study timeless regenetic root systems
playing WinWin ZeroSoul revolutionary games
for homeless trusted identity, sheltering
from wildly wounded wandering
within chronic asylum anxiety,

Lost in lonely inside forests
quaking,
outside breaking,
patriarchal fake-sanctuary voices
inside cooperative matriarchal wombing choices.

A lot of cold windy Dad talk
trumped
in each infant WinWin womb
by Mom’s resolute inside nutritional walk.

Homeless ego child
re-connecting this eco-womb,
preparing to journey home again
each sacred light of wintry advent’s dawn

After thanksgiving days
and depressing night
re-awakening surprise
of ego’s wandering
health-rooted
adventurous soul
revolution dawning in darkest brights.

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Cardinal Love

I host many song birds,
but never enough.

I steal them from neighbors
with lavish tax-relief offers,
free food
and housing
in exchange for their relocation
and entertainment.

I love them all
but especially red cardinals,
him with her.

They hang and fly together.
An integrity couple
more than the robins
and sparrows
and bluejays
and finches I have flinchingly noticed.

I’m not so sure how mourning doves might compare
with red rapturous cardinals,
him flashy patriarchal
and her graceful matriarchal
sharing worms and seeds
with a bilaterally grateful kiss.

Sometimes,
watching them carry on
from tree
to garden sea
to nested night to be,
I feel alone
longing to belong
mutually beloved,
paired
and not so autonomously impaired.

Kissing oneself
and our own past life investments
in mistrust of goodbye
without farewell
is better than no healing kiss at all,
yet falls awesomely short
of cardinal couple kisses.

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Love Through All Seasons

What does it mean to you
to be loved
right here
where you live and breathe,
eat and occasionally shower?

What value would you give
my investment of mutual regard?

Do you know
you can love
and be loved
for who you are right now?
And for that sainted sinner
you inevitably will become,
and for all those you have been
since first I laid eyes on you,
and smelled you,
and listened for your still small
and large voices.

Love cannot be reduced
and confined
to just one tense,
or even two
with those we are committed to
and for;
And best spreads across
all four seasons
of sacred change.

Love is limited
only by mistrusting imagination,
WinLose dissonant assumption,
reductions of sacred organic integrity
to secular strategic mendacity,
deducted images distancing us
confining what I know and feel
for you and us up to now,

Not disregarding
or over-valuing
past and potential future
wealth for what feels safe for us today
to believe and hope,
our reviving health
tomorrow.

 

When winters hand out plastic bottled lemon juice
and grieving onions
too long endured,
I would like to trade some for limes
and grateful southern summer garlic
if you have those
to share.

Together
we might make lemon-lime local aid
and add community’s basic bullion
for regenerate harvest
building stone multiculturing soup,
green vegetarian
and redmeat simmering stews.

When life hands us lemons
and FixIt unpeeling onions
Earth invites rebirthing us
to re-imagine all four seasons
and three tenses together
our re-creolizing cacophany
with restoring beverage
of healthy re-changing choice
for loving peace as resilient ecojustice.

Love of who and what,
when and where,
and why until just us again,
revisiting community polycultural outdoor worship
during summer health-climax

And on through fall harvest,
and yet another inevitable winterish lemon
of creolizing discontent,
stuck inside
liturgical long-range extended family garden planning
plotting worshiping community love redevelopment,
global song and dance sacred restoration,
healthy-wealth of peace

As integrity of love
for WinWin organic choices
changing four-seasons from above
as below,
without
as within.

 

 

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As Peace is to HealthCare

Trauma comes from violence
as health comes from peace.

Trauma,
and unresolved traumatic memory,
is to health,
as violence,
and unresolved threat of violence,
is to peace.

Western and Eastern cultures of competing traumas
long for cultures of health,
climates of cooperative gratitude
for Earth’s sacred and fertile dualistic Heavenly Grace
and nondualistic EarthNature-ParadiseSpirit Karma.

Hope stresses active therapy.
Despair distresses trauma.
What is absence of hope or despair for you?

Crisis or opportunity?
A potential critical depression event
or opportunity to uncover oppressive Win-Lose competitions
or invitation to recover Win-Win therapeutic co-operations?

Probably all the above.
Which makes it all the more climate critical
to be mindful of who we hang out with
and invest in and vote for,
what voices and messages and stories
we read and watch and listen with,
especially before going to sleep,
and, if at all possible,
again after we wake up
from a full moon’s night
of egotherapeutic full-conscious investment
in RightBrain dominant
restorative rest
in copresent Left with Right
Win-Win comic and cosmic sweetspot dreams
and Lose-Lose ego-punishing tragic nightmares.

Those who still laugh in our sleep together
laugh most restoratively Win-Win.
This seems a healthy therapeutic goal
for growing global peace.

Ego’s interior Universe is Left-Right polypathic
as Eco’s exterior SacredEarth
restores YangSpace = YinSquared-BilateralTime
(0)Soul polyphonic.

These metric equivalency questions
remain important and elegant,
yet obscure and mysterious,
due to unresolved science of bicameral knowledge responses
to spirit-nature issues outstanding;
cultural revolutions of Earth v Heaven
(0)Sum Lose-Lose
and YangEarth restoring YinHeaven
notnot (0)Soul Win-Win
Gaian Matriotic Principles of OctaveLight PolyPhonics.

Sacred Ecological TippingPoints
double-binding good with notnot bad faith,
comedic resonance with notnot tragic dissonance,
winning peaceful healthcare dominance
while losing RightBrain DNA-scripted
ecological
phylogenic
EarthTribal RNA memory repressions
of GoldenRule Solidarity for Peace

is to healthcare and Public CoOperative Welfare
as economic
and political
and personal
and domestic (0)-sum reactive violence
are to climates of continuing disintegrative trauma.

Twittering on toilets
with mutually assured destruction
flush buttons.

 

 

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Waking Up Despair

Waking up to despair,
sadness,
bone-tired at war with a beeping alarm clock,
an alarming list of immediately urgent responsibilities
without an opportunity in sight,
or at least not this first despairing fright,
at end of night.

If this sounds familiar
as at least your normal Monday through Friday,
you probably need a better way toward bed
the night before.

Most likely, earlier.

But also,
even for many with mindfulness practices,
disciplines
with their own short and long-term rewards
for both natural and spiritual health,
remembering gratitude
is our interior face
of grace’s exterior face,
or karma’s exterior influences,
or love’s potential winners winning
full circle in theory,
yet too anemic during this dreaded alarm clock time.

If yours is solely a morning contemplative practice,
after you wave the kids off to school,
after the gym or the run,
after the personal hygiene,
it is already too late
to optimize your opportunity
to wake up with least claustrophobic despair
and most expansive hope
building toward faith
that this day just might be even better
than yesterday,
as utterly remarkable as yesterday appeared
as you were mindfully drifting off to sleep
perhaps even before greeting GrandMother Moon’s
new through full repeat performances.

She’ll be here all week,
visible and sometimes invisible,
guarding your restorative rights and responsibilities
toward regenerating tomorrow’s realistic gratitude
for renewed opportunities
to brush your teeth,
and greet each child and significant other,
to notice if these wake with a smile
toward this day,
or with a scowl
for lack of sleep
or a good dream interrupted,
and recognizing how this is two ways
of saying one important not yet thing
which can build toward despair,
and further lack of more therapeutic dreams.

It is an important personal and also political choice
to prepare for sleep
repairing for tomorrow’s grace
or in dread against our memories of grace’s lack,
apparent absence,
persistently stuck issues
too overwhelming to think or feel our way out of,
through,
beyond.

These are important items for evening contemplation too.
But, when I am making my lists,
I start with minuses,
drift off counting my appositional pluses.
They are both there
within us
if we can choose restorative faith
after our lights turn out.

In this sense
we can choose our karma,
our awareness of positive and negative grace.
Love’s tones of restorative therapy
and retributive punishment,
if not yet quite overwhelming gratitude,
also not awakening to further despair
from chronic days of self with other abuse and neglect.

I continue having a dream
that the night everyone in military-industrialized cultures
drifts off feeling graced with opportunities
to become and do every cooperative thing we can
to guarantee Earth’s future of healthy exterior climates,
that is the night before our first morning
arising together
without overwhelming internal competing despairs.

Faith that this restorative therapeutic day
could unfold no less grand
than this dream we shared
our polypathic
demilitarizing
dis-industrializing
less exhausting night before.

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