Uncategorized

Eden Garden Dreams

Gardens,
like dreams
and other multiculturing complexities,
process
and sometimes progress into becoming ripe,
then unbecoming dormancy,
advent of and for regardening
redreaming seeds
preparing to further process

Perennial primal roots deepening into
new spring’s progressive attachment
network of polycultural dream garden nutrition,
aesthetic nurture,
ethical nature,
animating spirit of Earth’s co-arising life.

Eden’s original rising
and subsequent falling Garden
surrounds our GreenTribal Tree
of Ego/Eco-centering Life and WinterDeath.

The Creator’s forbidden foreshadow Tree
of Good and Evil
is a secondary,
yet divinely co-inspired, Tree
on our LeftBrain monocultural way
toward reducing Life to Good
and seducing Death through Evil–

Dreaming up and down
Win to Lose evolutionary models
and capitalism’s mono-atheistic further investments
in secularizing-commodifying Life
while spiritualizing accommodating Death;
praising win-win peace
while raising lose-lose Falls
re-enacting retributive divine greed,
detached disdaining injustice,
childish, perhaps adolescent at best, pettiness.

Evil, like Death,
is no more original
than the Great Fall and Eternal Winter,
whether we see and hear,
taste and touch
as divine Gardeners
or merely regenesis EarthTribal dreamers
of generic Spring uprisings
and Summer sensory climaxes
for Eden’s Tree of cooperatively original EcoLife,
and secondarily hibernating foreshadows of Ego-Death

Waiting
like an original Falling spring
for our ecofeminist deep green learning RightBrain

Rising Up
like a new spring garden,
like a dreaming root-systemic Tree
of GoodLife win-win cooperative processes
and EvilDeath lose-lose competitive climate pathology
of and for further revolutionary
divinely inspired creations,
re-creations,
evolutions and devolutions
in Eden Gardens,
regenerative and degenerative dreams
co-arising good and evil fruit
absorbed by ecofeminists
and devoured by patriarchs

Together
equally interdependent
in good life
through evil death
EarthTribal loyalty,
interdependent patriotism,
universal solidarity,
compassion,
love

Original humane/divine attachment
and secondary wealth detachment
and tertiary health regenesis.

Standard
Uncategorized

Dream Dialogue

Last night
R. D. Laing
re-searched for his original Politics of Experience.

This political research
transubstantiates through sensory-neural communion
of felt right-brain experience
re-gained through integral therapeutic re-lateralship
with MotherEarth’s here re-nowed
cooperative/competitive rhetorical events
empowering further synergetic re-search…

Then Patrick J. Deneen
responded with his strong bipolarized win/lose confusion
about Why Liberalism Failed.

Liberalism,
like capitalism,
begins left-brain dominant re-search
to transubstantiate all human/divine
secular/sacred
Left/RightWing interrelationships,

Beginning with matriarchal nutritional
warm-breasted
empowering double-bonds
of attachment/detachment,

EarthMother/Child co-depend
on communications cooperatively chosen
on the foundation of our mutual win/win service
to rational ego/eco
yang/yin
fragmentation/integration
inside/outside transactive,
left/right mutual health utility
to cooperatively grow secure liberating re-portions
of resiliently transcendent love.

Finally, couples therapist,
Dr. Sue Johnson
asked if we might all co-respond
with prejudice toward natural/spiritual attachment,
starting each warm-breasted day
with a prayer to always Hold Me Tight
in sickness and in strength
for robust wealth of health,

Through this climatic night
of re-search lights too resonantly bright
for resilient win/win soothing multicultural sight,
in ego
and out matriarchally ecological
MotherEarth theological experience

Re-stressing uncertain double-binding
ego/eco-rhetorical events,
potentially re-birthing,
re-connecting too-competitive/not-enough-cooperation lovers
anxious about angry abuse
and/or neglect through fear
of future win/lose toward lose/lose Loss,
suffering,
ignorance,
sin,
non-WinWin co-redemption

This politically experiential way
of working and playing
toward win/win cooperative relationships
not only helps humans divest of competitive win/lose patterns,
but also re-creates re-newed re-sense
of win/win integral Creation’s ZeroZone womb
of original loving interconnection

With win-win EarthMother/Infant,
Interdependent right-brain re-identity/left-brain childhood Individuation,
Sacred transcendent being/Secular becoming transactionally liberated,
Yang secure/Yin freedom of integrity’s potential

Liberally timeless rhetorical re-event dialogues
still holding us left/right re-transubstantiating
empowering sacred communion’s re-experience
of health/wealth
re-living resilience,

Polypathically co-acclimating original deep dream resonance
through transactional politics of sacred experience.

Standard
Uncategorized

Muse of BlackHistory

Music ministry
as inviting to blues and jazz,
embracing soulful gospel
as black and brown and white multiculturally intended,
at least on MLKing SabbathDream Days,
feels not yet enough un-privileged,
increasingly side-tracked
from cooperative GreenEarth dreams reborn,
up-bearing
paid-forward into what more recent cultically degenerates
into an expanding historical commodified competition
in ego-personality marketing and idolizing worship.

Authentic WinWin non-violent singing messiahs
do not want to be WinLose competitive-ego worshiped,
misunderstood,
too easily dismissed as saints,
for the courage of their patience
with absence of cooperative interdependent resilient dreams
within solidarity of communion,
not fragmentation of originally nonsectarian
non-violent communication,
with our natural-rhythmed vibrating voices
and our bilateral hands and feet.

MLK’s
and Gandhi’s
and perhaps Jesus of Nazareth’s
and LaoTse’s
and Buddha’s
and Gaia’s music and resistance dance
and storytelling muses of music history
exalt our cooperative harmonies of wisdom,
non-violent everyday enchanting eco-villages and green meadows
investing in cooperatively self/other-owned economies,
compassionate interelationships of soulful co-passions,
good-news rhythms,
harmonic patterns of cooperatively-held historic resonant redemption
for depressed
and suppressed
and oppressed,
ego personality worshipers,
seriously unimpressed power-divas,
and struggling family peace-warriors
against Win/Lose ego-mortality

With sufficient courage to speak our cooperatively-owned
and managed eco-dreams
and curiosity enough to cooperatively explore
our white-privileged anthems
of pietistic fake-prophetic sufficiency of almost uniting,
not quite universal, EarthTribe peace, blind
to further noticing current lapses
in non-violent span-historical
pan-cultural communication,
cooperative investment,
compassionate resilience
positive democracy energetic resonance

Sung,
spoken,
and non-verbally RightBrain dreamed
and WinWin Left/Right framed
for good-faith justice climates
heading back oppressive punishing crusade histories
of hating interdependent communion economies,
polyculturally nutritious sufficiency for all EarthTribe,
more powerfully resilient
than mere Win/Lose business as usual ego-marketing commerce,
mono-paternalistically distorted,
ecoYin-unbalanced
egoYang-privileged, so not healthy democratic,
growing ego-conservative marketing status, so not ecologically resonant,
not green sanctuary robust

Regardless of how large or small
that Zero ZenZone musing sanctuary
may non-violently
non-fragmentedly
non-reductively
embrace all souls
as we interdependently co-arise
great historic muses of multiculturing reality,
health of integrity,
wealth of solidarity,
cooperatively responsible resilience.

Standard
Uncategorized

Princess Goldie’s Thanksgiving Dream

Princess Goldie was homeless
somewhere within her Gaian ruling reign.
She walked lost
through this morning’s reforesting project,
learning to spring back together
what had fallen into last night’s cold morbidity.

Princess Golden was hungry
for WinWin rules of nutritional global play.
Her tummy rumbled
as she saw a WhiteHouse
next to a swamp of punishing nettles
not quite distant enough
for peaceful conservation.

She knocked on the WhiteHouse forest floor
but no answer
so she tried the closed door
winning wealthy place
yet losing future healthy space
for hibernating bears and bulls.

Princess Gaia opened what no one had denied.
Then tried to break her fast,
but the first red bowl was too fundamentally hot,
the second, blue, too terrifyingly secular
academic
theoretical
abstractly cold,
while the green third, though smaller heard,
was ideally cooperative communing
just right for immigration.

She tried YangBear’s hard seat of authority
then YinBear’s heart seat of extended family responsibilities
before breaking BabyBear’s imprisonment
in loser retributions
attributions of autonomous sin,
too small for growing winner optimizations
restorations of wealthy health.

Princess Golden
ruled with great nightmarish nappy time
chaotic lack of ecotherapeutic resting school,
then bilaterally governed within matriarchal complex forest
networks of too-soft nurture,
then fell asleep just right
in beds for polypathic dreams
tricameral

BabyBear in-between
PapaBear and MamaBear
speaks within her hibernating open cave
harboring WinWin resolutions
too hot v cold
too hard authority v soft family responsibility
too highly egocentric v holonic ecocentric diversity,
reversity of reforesting reclimating times,
perversity of lack of LeftBrain sleepy time,
university of RightBrain healthy story rhyme,

Princess Goldie’s ego homelessness
reforesting Earth-centering nest.

Standard
Uncategorized

Three Colored Pigs

Once upon a ZeroTime
we suffered great terror and loss.

People,
animals,
and plants
refused to speak kindly with each other
because of a Big Bad Wolf
named Ms. Climatic Change
by her delightfully demented transparents.

Most all credible scientists in that day
were prophets of falling timeless skies,
flaming forests,
failing aquifers,
fowl winds from Big Bad SheWolf’s breath,
both bad
and way too Yangishly big.

Meanwhile, most bad faith people could not believe
in this SheWolf blowing Ms. Change
until on their own doorsteps
they saw and heard Her
violently colonizing threats
to feed and birth more rabid cubs
with ravenously monotheistic intentions,
confrontations,
engagement in violence
on behalf of past and future peace.

The first little pig Blue
is a democratic optimist
especially about scientific law and hopeful order.
Her pen is made of goddess straw
and entertaining tinsel tin
because that’s all her Sacred Owner could afford
while shopping for better whips
at the repurposing station.

She had the supremely democratic displeasure
of attracting predator Wolf’s initial advances
of a most unfortunate climate event.

Her house blew Blue away
before bad WiseElder wolf covens deciphered
We’re all feeding this Big Bad SheWolf together!

So little pig Blue, reborn baptized plutocratic
by recycling fear and terror,
ran all the way to her new climate grieving home,
penned up to couch surf
with or against prickly republican fundamentalist pig Red.

Red pig called out to the Big Bad SheWolf,
Declaiming God’s punishment
for sharing too much herbal tea
and probably THC,
with eastern and southern idolators;
Calling down God’s own retribution for hugging,
and otherwise worshiping,
sacredly creative MotherTrees,
rather than begging Owner Patriarchal Sun
for next Paradise
promising a better nutritious life.

A better Red wealthy life
through normal stick-built single family
Great Economic McMansions
fenced and moated sanctuaries
from Big Bad SheWolf’s growing blowing threat
and bitter bite.

Shutting out ultra-violet nightmare rabble,
if not Big Bad SheWolf problems
of Earth’s discomforting demise
while all God’s true orthodox children
move on up to timeless Red
BusinessAsUsual Capital Paradise.

But stick-built autonomy
and boot-strap conservative sanctuaries,
for monoculturally superior pigs, metaphysicians
of intelligently systematic sacred story
and orthodox fundamental theology,
did not save Red nor Blue pigs
from Gaian love for ClimateHealth
even more powerful than God’s just punishment
through SheWolf miseries
named Ms. ClimateChange.

Even gated stick-built McMansions,
and missionary fishing boats,
and carts for shipping and shooting people
and blowing other species up
and off to dungeons
burn or flee
as Big Bad Wolf
defeats quickly fading second chances
for restoring happier make-love endings
restoring ego’s wanton piggish longing
for healthy eco-justice.

Third little pig Green
built her home of natural clay bricks and stone,
with front and back yard gardens
filled with organic edibles
and chickens
to share with Big Bad SheWolf
and all her hungry cubs,
Neighbors longing for healthier water
and soil
and divine Blue secular
and Red sacred cooperative air
for breathing in climates of matriarchal courage.

Curious SheWolf extended family courage
invited outward cooperative climates
of nonjudgmental inquiry,
spoken and non-violently mentored in WinWin organic strategies,
freedom from colonizing WinLose motivations,
filling gracefully in
as active organic creolizing vocations
to retire pandemic ClimateChange tsunamis
in favor of green international ClimateHealth
for wolf and pig,
people and planet
cooperatively self-owned EarthTribal Future Investors
in ham
and bacon
and other porky products
suitable for great-grand cubs and piglets
to never think of eating their young
and old.

All these self-producing piggy products
lived with their restoring projects together
with SheWolf and Cubs
happily ever timeless after
climate acceptance
of interdependent risks
through WinWin opportunity,
scientific ZeroSoul revolutions,
humanity metaphysical evolution,
theological non-racist systemic experiential volution,
gently knocking on open doors
for ecological solutions
and resolutions
and better organic SheWolf endings.

Standard
Uncategorized

The DisIncorporating Client

My most troubling client
told me he died last night.

While this did not appear to be his somber case,
nor, sadly,
did my home office silently resound
like this was his actual historical peace,
I did conjure up sufficient energy
to ask why he thought so
or felt so
or hoped so
or feared so
and probably all of the above.

Why not invite
this spectral tsunami
overshadowing life’s reverberating days
and nightmare nights?
I have no prior experience,
no words
for comparison or explanation,
he replied,
I realize I am not naturally dead
but feel spiritually disassociated,
withdrawn diverse inside
And not entirely out enough
as if
in my nocturnal half-life
I wandered lost last night
and failed to fully reassemble.

So this feels like spiritual and unnatural failure?

Failed to fully return
to business as daytime usual,
to orthodox reasonable integrity,
to all insanity of inhumane nature
out of interdependent touch
with outdoor Earth kin,
nature-spirit Elders,
ancient ring-wrinkling trees
witnessing history
already before Nina
Pinta
and Santa Maria,
cut and bound European cousins
arrived on Eastern Atlas shores…

You talk a lot
for one so dead.
Is there a difference
between Eastern Atlas space
and Eastern U.S. Atlantic bounded place?

Maybe this is a failure,
pacific weakness;
certainly a loss.
Each natural species opportunistically suspects
yet cannot risk imagining
what spiritual difference could remain
within what is left of natural Us.

Perhaps we feel drained
strained
de-brained
maimed
blamed
shamed
reamed by Herculean angst,
absence of health developed spiritual curiosity
and courage…

to pull all my self chosen gods and improper goddesses
together again
each morning resurfacing
into yet another cooperatively longing day.

Perhaps.
Although gods and goddesses do not sound sufficiently accurate,
nor historically courageous
resurfacing this discontinuity
before and after my regathering alarm,
bugled and bungled into each foggy day…

I feel, still, my sacred loss of outside presence.

To die our sacred disempowering death
To competing devilish inside challenges,
To belong cooperative EarthGarden awakened
gripped by supreme ego lost
shadow of light’s Source,
outdoor business time’s nature/spirit boundary
threshold of ZeroSum heart
playing organic EarthGame’s finest
green commons Paradise–
outdoor courageous success
behind indoor curious failure
to awaken quite wrongly dead again.

Natural secularizing life,
falling and failing through bilateral integrity
as Earth allied

All over again
this personal
and contractual
and constitutional well-born morning,
not quite competitively reassembled.
What remains
paid less to keep consuming
but more properly reimbursed to keep bothering to breathe
bad inside air.

As they say,
Shop till dead Time drops

dispersed
depersonalized
dissonant
desacramented
autonomous ego
ReAcclimating toward more cooperative eco-resilient
interdependent integrity…
As he continued disassembling
Ancient branched witnesses turned to enter deeper rooted notes,
Our most troubling spiritual student
dismissed us from domestic servitude
as s/he died last night
As if one human had exclusive rights
of nutrition empowering sovereignty.

We winked back
and said ThankYou
And don’t let that over-lumbered door
slap you down
on our way outside and in,
more competitively cooperating again.

Standard
Uncategorized

The Admirable Admirer

I did not understand his visit,
it’s timing
or purpose
nor he mine, I suppose.

I would have asked
but Why?
felt better as a mystery
or magic
or in-between
explored by mythic listening
and passionate watching.

He was tall
slender
muscular without too much diesel Yang,
Graceful
and ecstatic
to see me again
after all these in-between years.

I was on an urgent mission
to rescue two wounded children
from uncertain surgical government
absence of healing care
but had to stop
as he approached
as if I were the only person
in all of Sacred EarthTribe
he had ever loved,
could love,
would love

But “should love”
that was my question
about why this visit
now
when I was so otherwise committed,
exhausted really.

Before I could explain
about my perennial rescue mission
he wanted to share with me
how remarkable his friend
who adopted
two complexly hurt children.

His enthusiasm was contagious
and comforting
What I needed to hear
to feel I merited his handsome smile
happy eyes
his intimately frank appraisal
of having been found good,
worthy in more ways than one
if I know what he means.

If he is this excited
about his friend
on a new rescue mission
for climate health of innocence
how enthused might he become
when I tell him
I am a struggling therapeutic parent
of four complex and discarded post-millennials,
inching toward our peaceful revolution,
restoring self with other love
integrity.

But he was gone
with the morning alarm
before we had time
to consummate this fabulous exchange
of mutual admiration.

Standard