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Word Problem:
What is the political
and economic
and moral difference
between a -1 communist concentration camp
and a +1 capitalist detention camp?

Hint:
Probably the same Christian taxpayer difference
between
-0 (emptiness):

SUBTRACT empowering hope
for a healthy democracy,
Red and Yellow
Black and White
they are precious
in His sight

and
+0 (fullness):

ADD disempowering despair
of stealthy stupid kleptocracy,
pitching Red against Yellow
Black against White
liberal SkyBlue dreams
against conservational EarthGreen realities

Economically unsafe
and politically unhealthy

MotherEarth
laid inhumane waste,
dark stark global disrepair.

Capitalist detention camp distinctions
without communist concentration camp differences

DeGenerative World Problem UnSolution:
a +1 v -1 Total-itarian risk.

ReGenerative Word Problem ReSolution:
a Win/Win +0 and -0 CoBinary
Making Earth Great Again
healthy democratic CoIntelligent
ecological-economic opportunity.

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BeComing ReBorn Again

Elder RightBrain felt compassions never die,
they simply enter colonizing peak
and complexly exit creolizing deep
erotic/agapic sexsensory sleeps
co-arising passion’s positive redemption

Not quite so much ecstatically felt
in our first inhale longing breath
as in our last surrendered exhale

Synergetic belonging
co-redeeming breathless pleasure,
however unrequited,
resiliently touches sacred peace
with all indigenously resonant souls

ReGenerating EarthTribe’s healthy heartbeat way
panentheistically anticipating wealthy paradise life
first inhaling birth of longing truth
last exhaling re-birthed belonging

Within Elder EarthMother’s root felt
pronoia choice
empowering FatherSun’s light crown
touching pleasure voice.

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Learning From Loss

The hardest losses
are those too late to repair
what has been win/win time lost
to despair

Just as love
cannot co-arise
where fear grows
fully uprisen
a prison
predicting anger’s nearby
impetuously apprised
surprise.

So too,
Freedom cannot thrive
where addiction has hard helped
us feel we are not softly worthy
to survive

“Loser” labelled struggles
with addiction
cannot feel free of affliction
nor can giving in
to addiction’s short-term affections,
powers to feel escape
from personal
and communal,
economic
and political,
monocultural
and monotheistic
OverPowers

Social judgment,
blame
and shame,
co-detachment
non-communication
developing hard
stiffly cold silent screaming
excommunication

Depressing loneliness
isolation
self-ostracization issues
win/lose closeted
fear-based shame defenses
against Old School GoldenRule
loss of co-invested love
offenses.

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Claustrophobic Center

Much has been felt
then written
about loneliness at the top

Less written,
yet perhaps far more often felt,
about claustrophobia in the center.

Problems with delegation,
boundaries,
predictable timelines,
responsive management focus,
follow through performance,
competitions to be heard
listened to
appreciated

Nonviolent calm
peace,
by contrast,
invites resiliently harmonic
win/win expansive
sublimely integrating
synergetic intention,
anticipation
slowly pushing out
and fading rabidly frenetic
anxiety,
chronic stress,
unmitigated win/lose trauma histories.

Integrity’s potential,
and not universal win/win perfectionism,
delivers resonantly happy,
wholesome,
healthy,
contented wealthy outcomes,
ecologically reconnected
with mythos
and eros
and ethos
and aesthetics
of panentheistic Paradise Promised

Is not perfectly comprehensive control
of a punishingly comprehensive
self and other governance system
felt as loneliness
near a constantly threatened
egocentric top

Of a patriarchal
capital-infested
win/lose zero-sum monopoly game
of Seize My Autonomous Day

Without unconditional regard
for EgoSelf as primal mentor
of what we look like,
versus what we feel like,
at the top of our AnthroPrivileged lives
without perfect GoldenRule encircling love.

A healthier democratic trust
for expansive EarthTribe circles
of co-empathic investment
may outdoor ease
our anxious indoor claustrophobic disease
fearful of disappointing
both authority figures
and our relentlessly needy constituencies

Angry at loss of privacy,
settling for less than sacred communion experience
within EarthTribe’s full sung range
of polycultural voices

Multiculturing choices
to feel and grow better,
healthier,
safe wealthier together
than dancing,
singing solo apart

On a stage
with a too bright ego spotlight
narrowly glaring at my own soul-embodied
godlike protagonist

Either against my own claustrophic circle
of followers
or standing alone at the supremely pompous top
of those already Othered
and thereby lessened–
followers,
sheep,
rather than cooperatively informed collaborators
steeped in Earth’s sacred
indigenous wisdom
and Sun’s enlightened
whole open systemic focus.

I suppose integrity’s co-empathic potential
for both/and nuanced
warm inviting cooperative regard
might be a contagiously viral
win/win alternative ecofeminist view

Anticipating cooperatively re-integrating
re-connecting
ecological mythic enrichment
of epic Here/Now
epistemological Body/Mind
eternal Life/Love
curiously interdependent Truth/Beauty
restoring Mundane/Sacred
bicamerally balanced
Paradise Lost

In EarthTribe wounded circles,
traumatized,
but not yet broken

While much has been autonomously felt
then written in self-isolation
about uneasy loneliness at the top
and diseased dismay
in a viciously shrinking circle
of traumatic climate despair.

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Grown In To Be CowBoys

Please don’t speak his name.

Like ValdeMore
and more
and more,
history echoes such dark memories
fettered, now and then
by death’s final reincarnation

Because some will claim
he was a name
for Wild CowBoy Lost,
a martyr for washed out
useless
stupidly competitive lives
following red’s latest overpowering authority
shifting and shifty
while barely surviving Followers
deny, or even rapturously celebrate
Earth’s final redhot climate death

And others will take up his StraightWhiteMale
miseried tune
and persistently
resistantly speak his name
as if its true
red white and blue,

He was wild;
A cowboy who could buy your ranch
and you
and all your neglected and abused riches
for tomorrow,
and all Earth treasures
borrowed from health manifest,
destiny of win/win Wild Democratic Bounty,
beautiful green Us

Who barely remember
his weaponized
violent
CowBoy name.

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I’m Fine

His life felt sick.
Filled with ick

And she was sighing,
inside dying.

Yet, when asked,
her response
entirely unresponsive,
“I’m fine.”
puts her compassionate listener
in a double-bind.

Do I ask her if she is intentionally lying
or irresponsibly
out of her self-isolating mind?

Neither one
feels more kind
and patient,
still, uncommunicating
and yet curious.

Could it be
she is embarrassed
about being merely mortal?

A caregiver
without sufficient tools
or even weapons
to assure EarthTribe’s
resonantly healthy non-confrontations
with degenerative trends
sometimes overwhelming
normal regenerative
narrative twists and bends,

A mother
who must only be
an omnipotent caregiver,
without sustained support
as one of us
co-arising care receivers?

What good is universal health care giving
without reciprocal
compassionate care receiving?

And, how could we,
why would we,
when should all Earth’s caregivers
deny our patriarchal climates
of pathology?

When our allies are sick
and filled with unanticipated ick.

 

 

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Dear Fragile Communicators

Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?

Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?

Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other

Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.

Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?

Would wisdom’s wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy,
viciously fragmenting crumbs
of former health?

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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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If I Could Take Time Back

If I could take it back
I would.
When I can bring you back
I will
make our bad word weapons disappear
so your heart and hope need not despair.

If I could repair your strong-heart soul
rich with vital confidence,
you can do this,
you can be this,
you are part of this,
in your way
which is a right way
for us to become with you,
you are doing this,
we are doing this together.

If I can take it back
I do
absorb our black ballistic tones
in minor tragic keys I aimed your way
out of my own fears
I can not love you fierce enough
to remember you must know
this extended Earth-stream has your back,
is your back,
together with you,
part of you,
always voting Yes for mutual wins,
where love embraces our shared hope
and not despair.

If you could catch this hope from me,
instead,
please do.

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Suicidal Notes

Do you sometimes wonder about your self identity
seen through your lens for suicidal risk as opportunity?

It interests me that this lens
evolves as we age.

In later adolescence,
we often look in the face of transition
from good nutritional outcomes on a small stage
about to enter more competitively sharkish waters
within a significantly larger landscape.

Or so I focused my lens in my younger lack-time of wonder.
Not sure why or how these same transitions did not also apply
to nearly all those nonsuicidal 18-24 year olds,
enjoying a more Positive Psychology.

But now, in later adulthood,
I more often look in the face of a potential suicide
as one with at best mediocre outcomes
on a too-small stage,
often familial, or lack thereof,
about to enter no stage at all,
thinking maybe why postpone this mortal inevitability
of decay.

From younger suicides,
“What would be the point of continuing
this WinLose Game,
when we all feel RealTime drill,
you never clearly win
until you stop losing,
and you never stop losing,
until you stop playing.
Clearly I am about to lose
what I don’t feel all that great about
ever having won
at others’ expense.”

From older suicides,
“What was the point
of taking so long
to end this rigged Lose to Lose
death-embracing game
called life?”

It feels like these despair and suffering questions
co-arise within exponentially more of us,
asking echoing silos
as our encultured Earth moves
into a new revolutionary millennium.

Given the now nearly inevitable demise
of our polyculturally and climatically climaxing
exterior and interior lenses
of healthy hope v. toxic pathological
and monocultural decline
of ecological
and economic
and political balance,
how do we know
we are more than an overpopulating parasitic blight
riding Earth’s mortuary-in-waiting
where Elders remind was once
a healthy regenerative place
to continue living?

Yet it is so important to notice
not only all despairing souls
jumping off roofs
but also healthfully repairing souls
building polyculturally positive-deviant landscapes
of organic and synergetic opportunity,
cooperative networks of resonant resolve
sounding Time’s dipolar appositional
issues of despair as opportunities to repair,
still seeking reasonable,
yet deviant,
hope for shared regenerational vocations,
with WinWin reiterating integrity.

No ego is autonomously responsible
for feelings or thoughts,
ideation or even beliefs.
So it is no one’s right to judge feelings,
our own feelings,
the feelings-beliefs-ideas of others
as unacceptable or somehow cosmically dysfunctional,
condemning or worthy of global applause
is to take all that we have been given
far too personally,
too unrealistically removed from comparative
and nuancing context
to discern how we might choose to carry on.

It is our responsibility,
personally, and as a species,
to notice trends of suffering and despair,
compared to trends of multisystemic diversity,
polycultural density of nutritional choices,
ranges of harmonic freedom and healthy cultural balance,
as they appear to reflect
and not reflect
our shared experience to date.

Not to judge and condemn failures and despair,
but to praise our most regenerative successes
and love for equitably accessible hope
to include all Earth’s cooperative economy
among our emerging synergetic Tribe
of curious interests.

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