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Domestic Voices

Virile green voices grow longer
louder
lasciviously livid,

Commanding her domesticating mind
to cut them off,
trim them down to size,
to prune and shape
manipulate

Show them and her who’s in charge
cooperating together
at just right
and fresh trimmed length
of light.

Inside Sunday sanctuary voices
hum over and around organic prelude pipes
Hoping she will ring our sacred sounds,
domesticating diverse delightful choices

Inviting her restless mind
to cut them in,
grow them up to fit size
to enchant ecstatic re-creations.

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Patriotic Matriotism

Within tender vulnerable hearts
blossom loyal loves without,
so too
within grateful hearts
blossom honorable patriotism without
for a people of democratically cooperative integrity,
and also grace-filling sacred matriotism
for EarthTribes of domestic nutritional integration.

Both politically public sectors
and psychologically mindful
egoLeft-ecoRight conscious
private sectors,
intimate
vulnerable
and not for sale or rent
sectors of polycultural right
and monoculturing wrong
hubris,
fake patriotism
without loyalty to underlying multiculturing wombs
fostering healthy integrating
nurturing
nutritious matriotism.

LeftBrain competitive patriotism,
nationalistic,
is mere exterior hypocrisy
without also Elder Sacred RightBrain
cooperative matriotic
MotherEarth’s centering,
mindful,
egoLeft-ecoRight consciousness.

Vulnerable RightBrain spirits grow global polypathic love
as grateful LeftBrain dominant nations
regenerate Earth-patriotic matriarchal anthems,
love songs,
not just flags waving
but full-color solidarity banners dancing
with threaded bonds,
umbilical chords of harmonic rapture.

Why settle for merely patriotic nationalistic anthems
when we can sing multicultural love songs
of gratitude
for cooperative health-inducing EarthMother?
And Her honorable
grateful Daughters
and nobly patriotic Sons,
from generations past
for sacred regeneration futures
of deep learning
and cooperative bicameral listening.

Why do we RightWing pretend
our problems are lack of patriotism
when we both Left with Right Brains fly
through issues more cooperative
with underlying gratitude for Earth
gracefully paid forward?

Re-investing back
through (0)Sum timeless space
of positive equals notnot negative
spiraling
fractal
thermodynamic patriot-matriot balancing
secular/sacred
ego/eco-place.

Of and for bilateral consciousness
politically empowering/psychological flow of nurturing gratitude
convex/concave
exterior Earth-climate covering integrity’s interior landscapes
uncovering
discovering
recovering bilateral cultures of health.

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Talking over Tea

Do you share my concern that your happiness and healthy life are too ephemeral,
short-lived?

No! Why? Do you know something I should know?

Not likely.
Just wondering,
awed by your capacity,
your relentlessly positive energy for life,
despite the odds of too-soon demise.

Do you share my concern that your happiness and health are ephemeral and short-lived enough
to harvest their wealthier sustainability through more cooperative logistics,
strategies of love,
designs of recreativity,
plans for healthier social and economic policies,
domestic and otherwise?

Of course.
Who wouldn’t.
Oh, that’s right,
perhaps someone substituting yangish eros for yin’s full-flowing agape.

Hmmm?
I know agape as Greek for Tao-balanced Basic Attendance.

Yes, well same transformational difference.
These language distinctions become complex
because of our continuing struggle with Yang dominating Yin,
Eros dominating Agape,
culturally responding by basically becoming a climate-change bitch.
Sorry,
I can’t find a more civilized English translation
for yin’s revolutionary anger with yang’s culture-dominating eros
when we could remember our Earth-balancing agape primal relationship,
not just in bed and during team time,
although those do come immediately to mind,
but also more politically, economically, ecologically,
systemically harmonic,
integrative, if you will.

No offense taken,
but this reminds me,
what is your relationship,
if any, between boredom, basic attendance, and bliss?

Other than all those bees,
it seems basic attendance lies between boredom and bliss,
a midway, or tipping point, perhaps.
A “wear your everyday clothes, having tea in-house” way
of balancing yin’s excesses of sensory-cognitive internalization
with yang’s excesses of ecoconscious elation,
which is very nice, and beautiful,
but can be distracting for Business As Cooperatively Usual,
everyday-wear purposes.

Rather like now.
My basic attendance neither grasps for happiness,
nor despairs of ego’s ephemeral absence,
lack of interest in whatever you just offered as a mix of nutrition and sometimes more dissonant pathology
in the too-slow time of my under-investment in our more active agape.

I believe we both want what’s healthiest for this tea right now,
appropriately wealthy cooperative attendance
to Earth’s multicultural voices,
most certainly including each other’s.

Yes, so tell me more about this blend of AsiaticTao and GreekAgape,
your perfection of imperfect love,
always both too enormously grand,
overwhelmingly much,
and yet never deep and stable enough to fully follow,
boundlessly insatiable agape
as quenchingly ravenous eros thirst.

Oh, that’s too dear,
communicating about my imperfect life,
or even my personal agenda,
my hot issues of our immediate day,
or trying to,
prior to remembering our love,
mutuality,
our cooperative intent,
basic attendance as CoMessianic Occupiers,
hosting a civilized and proper tea
but without any hot water yet.

Having all ingredients,
knowledge,
resources needed for such an ambitious and worthy social undertaking,
while our best benign hosting intentions evaporate,
undermined by failure to establish communication’s foundation,
a primally mutual presence of engagement,
bilaterally enthymematic,
or even multi-laterally,
with larger rhetorical and therapeutic events than this simple bilateral tea.
I’m thinking even tribal events,
familial,
but also big political and economic systemic events of enculturing history.

Hot water fuels a civil politically cooperative tea
as passion fuels love,
as agape fuels life,
as life remembered and reflected,
experienced together becomes creative expression,
articulation,
transaction,
transportation of information between tea-time mindbodies
sharing our mutually-held Basic Attendance gestalt,
for and with myself and others.

I would add others as Earth’s interdependent Tribes
when discussing ecosystemic communication,
although here, for our larger sacred purpose,
yin-flow of water’s bilateral function,
freely shared and loved and known to compose DNA’s gestalt,
need not be quite so warm,
within these less domesticated circles of Tribal communication.

Water as Basic Attendance baptism
mutually recognized as our shared heritage of environmental history,
becoming Earth’s language biosystems steeping our genetic tea leaves
in and through Earth’s Basic Attendance waters,
rhetorical gestalts with mutually benign flow
and interdependently reiterative function,
transposition between Earth’s great and small transitional becomings,
searching and researching our tipping points
of Earth’s climatic healthy water,
wealthy therapeutic yin-flow of yang’s dipolar mutual reverence
for Earth’s majestic Elder EcoLogic.

Most certainly including a proper tea
lived, loved, and communicated therapeutically
within EarthTribe’s Basic Attendance
extending back through regenetic healthy Elder Commons
and forth
toward shared nutritional teas of tomorrow’s predicted cooperativity.

I love our freedom of time and capital to invest in cooperative frequencies,
functions, and rhetorical forms of life
lived together as active loving orthopraxis,
rejoining Earth’s healthy YangEros with wealthy YinAgape,
a more thermodynamically balanced blend of tea time,
turning away from mediocrity
suboptimizing Earth’s healthier potential climate outcomes.

Cultural scars awake yin’s too dormant flow,
leading from extended familial tribalisms toward Yang’s dominating empiricism,
EmpireBuilding Totalitarianism,
leading from nature’s evolving equity
toward Yang’s ruthlessly domesticating Slavery of Self and Other,
hubris of “owning” bio and ecosystems,
leading from Earth’s nature-spirit of cooperative basic attendance
toward contractual Welfare States of Mind
exacting indentured servitude of decreasingly valued self-commodity,
leading from Earth’s civil rights of ecobalance
toward too-Yanged civilization through empire-building reductive competitions
to control Earth’s domestic events,
revolving teas of integrative empathy
cooperatively served throughout each of love life’s warm-poured moments.

Do you share my concern that our tea is growing cold?

No. Why?
Do you know something I should know?

No. Just wondering,
awed by your basic attendance capacities,
your relentlessly positive energy for agape,
despite the odds of too-soon love’s imperfect demise.

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Trees Rooting Me

Last Autumn we invested in a 0.5 acre
of Mother Earth’s aria,
as sung to Thames River swell and tide,
New England new sprouting this our virgin spring wedding
with this home place,
space of grace.

My urgent first task, now largely complete,
was to partner with the trees and ornamentals,
in Bodhisattva warrior solidarity
with human racing family co-arising co-respiring trees,
counter-revolutioning against upstart thorny opportunistic brambles,
wild grape vines
reaching over all our 0.5 arias of CoBreathing Allies
in brambly weedpatch ways.

I usually tip toward recessive underdogs
and creation stories,
as these are far too often disempowered PostMillennial Occupiers,
these brambles and vines flirting with monoculturing graves
of gracious Trees, and other beings,
draping together to suffocate
0.5 decomposing acres of hungry thorns and briars
waiting for Bodhisattva SuperWarrior Me
to saw and chop and hack,
and sometimes shamelessly slash and smack,
invading over-populating brambly trends
of ivy towering thorns
with empire-building designs
embedding my delightful flesh.

Now, first spring posing tree re-liberation,
leaves speaking young embryonic appreciation,
gentle thank yous opening to more buoyant sunrise,
draped in fallen sins of past neglect,
daring me to turn my well-armed back,
to continue this solidarity with our still-enslaved neighboring trees,
gasping for strength to breathe
through coils of parasitic woody stinging strikes,
blood-thirsty for revenge
snaking dense networked vines
stretching down valley toward river source
of water’s satisfying nutritious displays,
more generous than I would prefer,
taking no sides in this small revolution
within Earth’s 0.5 arias
of stress-afflicted trees.

Without sufficient humility
I more resemble thorny brambles
than wise Elder Trees
rooting through compost-drenched systems
deep down to River’s sacred bed,
rising to meet Full Moon nights of bright.

Yet, in self-defense,
and defense of trees and ornamentals,
I prize our diversity and harmonic balance;
not so much looking for a free ride
up to sun’s commingling paradise.

Now free to speak their new spring intentions,
my neighbor trees, allies,
co-inhabitors of 0.5 Earth acres,
remind me to do my best with them,
try to follow their strong-rooted commingling example,
and avoid proliferating over-populated competitions
for River’s water
and SunGod’s co-arising light.

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Hide and Seeking Anthropoids

If true, as anthropologists report
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity’s extended family history,
might hiding-seeking ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults
gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual play as work,
taking turns hiding from god,
trusting divine spirits to continue seeking
my blend-in brand of humanity.

While too tribally divine to attract anthro-specialized notice,
my roommate cat, Simon,
also excels at both hiding and seeking,
terrorizing my unsuspecting shoe laces
as I naively strive to pass him by,
leave him behind,
as if I were in charge of times to hide
and reasons to seek.

Is not all science and life,
adult and childhood,
human natured and other natured,
some hybrid hide and seek
as marvelous stimuli
for curious research response?

Wondrous where and how
our cat-gods of destiny will pounce,
not sure we prefer too soon
over being last to win such grace,
joining conscientific players of adventure evermore,
seeing sight beyond time’s domesticating hidden door.

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Terror Asylum

On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island’s warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine’s monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling mental-physical stately asylum carcasses,
sagging with trembling memories
of cultural inability
to remember empathic presence,
basic nature’s noticing of potentially present voices
speaking through cracked window and door frames,
peeling exterior landscapes,
collapsed roofs with rotten root foundations,
mumbly murmuring memories
of past river fogged-in days
and nights of terrorism,
ruled by despots of exegetical sanity
applauding wild bacchanal voices
jumping into tidal swollen,
then shrunken,
yet steady and wise-stately,
reasonable flow away out
toward wilder presence downstream
outstraining severed screams
of inpolitic madness.

Intended to grow up a school for sanity,
collaterally invested dust and decay emerged a prison
of abuse and neglect,
oppressively irrational exculturation.

Wild voices dismembering
loving presence of person,
too entrapped by past terrors,
chronic, climatic, psychotic prison
for muttering conversations between Ego’s Anger voice
berating left-handed fear of Fear ambivalence,
quivering recrimination reiterating through dungeon drugged nights,
layering medicated mindless attendance
over basic neural noticing,
thereby inducting rot
briefly intuiting tender absence of co-mentored narrow path
toward polypathic enculturation,
hiding in a forest
of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways,
seductive viral toxic infestation
of history weeded over.

On this other Thames
visitors violate serene gloom of despair,
turning our backs to return to safer grounds,
no less trespassing wilderness
but more profane,
slinking down an overcrowded river
of ubiquitous investment
in tumble-down sane urbanity.

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Wilderness Home

I prefer my home and family buttoned down
rather than too wild and disorderly,
disheveled and irrational.

I prefer natural order
and shades of color
and dialects
and vocations
and sequential rules of nutrition-producing order,
and yet wonder, too.

I have been hurt by too much wild
struggling against my too much gay
with fear that loss of homophobia,
struggling with fear and anger
about my too-wild sexuality,
might self-recruit toward loving bisexuality,
poly and/or meta-sexuality,
a co-arising co-gravitation
without fear and anger boundaries
might open your pen toward boundless love.

Too wild
these fears and angers scare me,
preferring my home and family
more polyculturally transformed
to optimally button down
our polypathic wild.

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