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Weapons Wearing Uniforms

To all young officials wearing uniforms
and guns,

I am sorry you must respond to too many challenged residents of Earth.
It breaks my heart,
to open my compassionate mind
to this dysfunctioning society,
as you must see us every day and night,
both potential victims and potential criminals,
while all our good grace news fades into invisible understory.

No justice, much less mercy,
is possible in such a Kafka nihilistic culture
of booming chaotic rabid overpopulation,
emerging paranoid manic pathology,
while your pursuit of peace,
internal and external,
longs with us,
those without uniforms or weapons,
for a more abundantly healthy wealth
of good humored climates.

A gentler caution;
Whether we are all in a messy investigation involving,
rather than excluding,
victims who are also sometimes guilty of criminal activity,
is within your responsibility to lead,
as opposed to flying apart with assumptions
of competing truths and active distrust agendas.

If your ecopolitical outcome hopes and dreams
include more health as less social pathology,
stronger good-humored climates,
so fewer mean-humored,
vaccinations against violent actions and conversations
may need to begin with you.

Oaths to do no harm
in pursuit of healthier outcomes
apply to all who would serve therapeutic peace with justice,
mercy as basic non-judgmental interdependent co-presence.

If all challenged residents,
uniformed and not,
potential victims and criminals alike,
have turned you into a challenged officer for peace,
then time for some internal ecotherapy has become overdue,
for your healthier climate
and ours,
together.

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Sacred Full Moon Howl

Our time has come
to turn from dance
with Owl’s night-wise Medicine,
deep negentropic listening,
wide empathic languages and iconic myths
of syntax flowing metaparadigms,
we reach across Full Moon labyrinth
to ego die as eco-diastatic pleasure
in contented Presence
within as without,
struggling with letting go of anger
for our ignorance.

Frustration with our own slow to learn sense
that our best years are behind us,
if only because we prefer
to die in wealth of Full Moon’s co-messianic birth.

To struggle through this narrow breach
of polypathic pilgrimage this dark MidWay Eve,
to relinquish all fear of fear
of folding and refolding incarnation’s timeless eco-synergy,
timeless Being Present
as ReGenerative Issue
of ProGenitor Full Moose Moon Medicine,
HumaneSelf as SacredOther poly-empathic esteem,
Prime Ego/Eco-Elational CoIdentity.

Silent nights for lack of echoing resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights,
as purgation’s Advent waiting
opens sublime ecotherapy of Earth Rights and Wrongs
are Ours,
WE Wide Web of Earth Tribes,
emerging from Heaven and Earth Co-Present

hours and days and seasons
regenerating bicameral laughter
with deep co-respect
and deepest co-arising Presence,
eco-smiling with coherently inclusive rememory
of warm waving co-gravitating humor
in love as life spread wild as moonlight
on this CoElational Eve.

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Just Show Up

Basic Attendance,
listening deeply to the sounds
and functions
flows and forms of nature’s voices,
evolves from enthymematic roots
toward mutually repellent,
darkly transparent
nondual dark energy
as equivalently empowered identity
of not-yet fully synergetically integrated
diastatic Time,
equivocating spatially incarnated
positive
protonic
polymorphic
polypathic
polycultural
multisystemic harmonic balance
between Yangstimuli and Yinresponse.

From this epicenter of Basic Attendance,
we begin noticing our over-commodified
overly-preserved
overly-defensive
over-canned
cultural economy
habitually uses financial currency
as the measure of wealth,
while using nutritional currency
as our measure of health.

Hmmm. That happens. And?

When we must choose between health and thrival
or competitive individual and familial accumulation of wealth-survival objectives,
we are likely to return to healthy survival of Earth
and all species
as ultimate measure of a culture’s wealth
and we are each a DNA-informed culture.
At least,
that appears to be our routine positive behavior
after the tsunami
the tornado
the hurricane
the financial earthquake
the critical interruption of Business As Usual
vacates our normatively competitive economies
and ego identities.

So what?

Racism,
and sexism
and class-ism, segregation-ism,
and elitism
and ageism
and capitalism,
is an evolutionary dead end tributary of evolution
that could only become an issue
emerging from an ego-centric Left-brain dominant species.
We invest in supremacist (and sometimes ballistic) elitism
when we assume human nature somehow evolves more elite
and privileged
and value-capital invested
than our anawim, our untouchables, our aliens, our enemies
without concomitant responsibility
and risk
and opportunity
to remember and remain within eco-centric ballast.

Western red skies
predict Trinitarian Yang/spatial In-Formation,
co-arising Eastern dawn of Basic Attendance nondual culture;
positively bilateral YinYin temporal-timeless function.

Basic Attendance meets Primal Dysfunction:
Our economic lifestyle and choices
either lean toward cooperating with Time’s unfolding wisdom,
sometimes called karmic flow of sacred grace,
or we can continue to over-invest in competing
to possess larger and larger responsibilities
for monopolizing quantities of life’s time.
Plan A is Win-Win eco-logic.
Plan B is Lose-Lose ego-dislodging competitive
self-enslavement
irrationality
collective insanity masking rich opportunities within
Basic Attendance to Time’s Polycultural Nature.

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Becoming Climate March

Ground of Being,
Climate of All Becoming
horizon’s now moment of Earth meets Sky,

EcoSpirit bound solar fire heating air
warming crystal ice floating water
soaking absorbent soul of soil
rusting fractal minerals

decomposing eviL-ing flesh
regenerating Live-ing organic systems,

open sets inform researching rhythms
percuss prehensile patterns
of octave colored sounds in songs
reconnecting mythic culture stories
reweaving co-grounded horizon long becoming,
Be longing Nondual-Now.

 

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Walking Baby’s Journey

Taking baby steps these days,

they hurt less than leaps and bounds.

 

An unusually negative way of saying:

small steps feel more contenting right now,

than larger plans for different memories.

 

What are these larger plans for different memories

you back away from right now?

How might you hang onto this dream

or avoid this nightmare

while continuing with your contented smallish steps?

 

Could you write and story-tell yourself through both messages,

perhaps nesting one within the other,

usually the smaller steps within the larger praxis and storyline

like a personal journal entry,

nested within each Earth Day headline.

 

Of which hopes and dreams is your life iconic,

as it is,

and becomes obvious by simply unweaving your story backward,

back through Earth’s spacetime enculturing history.

How you are different and the same as your grandmother

is the most recent episode in your epic

of how you are different and the same as Grandmother Moon,

is the most recent episode

in the universal epic

of how you are different and the same as  your Elder cousins,

Sun and Earth,

Yang on Yin, yet again,

Fire’s dynamic effect on Water’s self-absorptive evaporation.

 

Let’s Spring those Baby Steps, girl!

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Landlady’s Memo

Dear Tenants,

 

If you are not a global citizen

then you do not reside here.

 

Your vehicles,

and your extractive habits of siphoning and fracking my resources,

your competitive lose-lose nationalistic economy,

and your toxic egocentric culture

are prohibited by our mutually cooperative lease

on polyculturing life.

 

Please stop peeing and pooping in my water,

while starving my malnourished soil.

How would you like it if I took a crap in your blood-stream

and sucked dry your soul?

 

Please turn down the volume

and turn up some compassion.

Breach of globally contracted mutual respect and integrity,

need I remind you?

is far more than sufficient cause to evict

your not-sorry-enough ass.

 

Namaste,

Landlady Gaia

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Being (sh)”It”

It was there

right there

on woodland’s playground

when I first knew

something stirs very wrong.

 

I was blind to balls

hurled at me,

being It is not why I grow my mind and body,

or is it?

 

I am “It!”

or at least half It.

 

It and I play best alone.

He slows down

to notice ocean surf

waving back and forth

an ocean sighing Hi, then low,

creeping in and sucking out.

It both hugs and climbs trees

to the very top

on windy ways

to wave back.

 

Why is It so shy?

Or, am I hiding her-him,

I’m not sure,

some of both

but too androgynous Him

fears no one else notices

surf rolls in and reverses out.

 

It knows bi-natured law

prehensile full-bodied grasp

of organic life’s humorous ambiguity

creative ambivalence

righteous equivalent functions and flows

of yang with yin within,

as without,

below,

as above,

before,

as to come,

long,

as to belong now,

together.

 

It’s so hard to not love

not share

bare

expose cooperatively unbalancing It.

S/he is soo… much fun!

laughs with everyone

generous enough to return this fine favor.

It’s polypathic polyculturing

binomial binary buddha brain

saturates flowering rain

dissects words to heal disharmonic logos

through permacultured alchemy linguistics,

a language It fears to ultimately find

merely eisegetical,

 

It chooses Red Rover

over soccer,

plays teacher with girls

over driving trucks and trains,

thinks compulsively about this problem of evil

while watching Leave it to Beaver,

where Father Knows Best,

over pitching stones and driving tractor.

 

It feels older and wiser than Him

but they are born twins

or so it seems

but It mysteriously explores incarnating cycles,

watching double-funneling raincloud whirlwinds

wind wending Elder ways

etching whorlwaters in our sea of shared identity,

or is whipping wind following whirling water,

but certainly both?

It abhors stability,

but adores regenerating solidarity.

 

It mentors ecotherapy with trees and me,

shows me boundary issues and branch

functions and frequencies

between August’s Yangish fire

and winter’s quenching white snow and ice,

between autumn’s wind falling regenetic harvest

and spring’s diastolic succulent soil

decomposing nutrients

growing new perennial rings in this life’s tree,

new leaves of grass-fed hope

new polyculture basic, simple-rich compost

new incarnating multisystemic

ecotherapeutic grace,

responsive

resolving

resonant within evil’s missing

non-polynomial dislogical pace,

new flowers and fruit

for Eden’s farm.

 

Did I just call It a fruit

out loud?

Shit happens inside our playground,

while planning more polyculturally redemptive lives.

 

 

 

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