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Once Upon a Reservation

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess…

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times…

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit
multilanguaged unencultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit equally well
in the same Reservation Stew.

For some,
these new places were a somewhat different temperate zone,
not home, but not hell either,
and therefore tolerable,

But basically mistrusted
as a nongift
from an alien,
arrogant,
too-privileged,
undemocratic,
irresponsible Great White Father
authoritarian figure
of incomprehensibly irresponsible speech–
as if you could actually own water
and soil
and airwaves
and healthy polycultural forests,
and oceans,
or even MotherEarth Herself.

For others,
all of the above,
plus insufferably claustrophobic paranoia,
serious mental and physical disabling survival issues
and a diseased failure to thrive,
especially for the young and old,
and maybe the mother gardeners,
and wanna-be EarthRooted SacredGarden Mothers.

Today we can still see disabling remnants,
sometimes oppressive Reservation Group Homes,
DayCare NonCenter WayStations,
NonTherapeutic Nursing Homes
and Special InsideOnly Classroom Schools,
designed by a sinister failure to listen
to outdoor disabled voices

A failure to multiculturally listen
for polycultural health/wealth optimization
health standards,
dearest.

…What she said,
And, how much time have we invested in listening
to hurt children
and really confused hormone-appropriate adolescents,…

Don’t talk about unhealthy sexual non-relational deprivation,
love,
It’s too vulnerable a topic
for your Poetry Club Meeting.

…What she said,
And listening to immature adults with physical disabilities,
and defeated,
wrinkled,
bent over weeping willows
with no idea when they were last held
and loved as a fully cherished Ego

Person, old Positive Psychologist,
not Ego,
Valued persons here in this sacred space,
this Earth NonReservation Place.

A fully cherished person
would not have been shipped off to the Reservation
where everyone knows
we are all able to grow in multicultural love…

With polycultural health outcomes.

What s/he said,
And “Special” home or classroom
or therapeutic habitat
does not necessarily mean better
or healthier,

And, for some,
“Special” seems to grow pathologically worse.

Or at least
Seems to not grow any better long-term vibrant health.

Right,
our disability Reservations
appear to be further dis-enabling
as health-optimizing nutritional habitats
As compared with wealthy green environments
filled with organic eco/ego-therapeutic parents
and teachers
of Food and Fuel and Fiber MultiSensory Justice
for All.

Especially for all disabling side-by-side siloed residents
living in primarily inside-voices habitats
without the music and dance,
voices and movements
of NatureSpirit’s Great EarthTribe,
First RightBrain prominent
non-languaged
secular/sacred Elders,
all equally WinWin emerging
from EarthMother’s polyculturing…

Really?
Now I would have gone with
Nature/Spirit multiculturing…

ZeroZone WinWin warm-wet-Womb.

Kind of a pre-revolutionary
post-millennial
WWW cooperative health optimizing place

With non-reservation Real SpaceTime 4D WealthTrends.

Much too transparent
and creolizingly vulnerable.
Let’s get back to dreams
of building better outdoor classrooms,
FourSeason porches
and greenhouses
and organically resilient gardens
and decks
and seaside docks,
observation platforms
for worshiping NatureSpirit Earth Voices,
radiant skin caressing Beauty,
look and feel of green wildgrass containers
in raised beds
for sensory hand play
and lower,
for naked foot massages,
back-rub rocks
and historic trails of shade embracing MotherTrees
reforesting a therapeutic nutritional Planet…

Don’t forget natural lighting
and a preference for clean and radiation-safe air,
more music and less bombing and sirens
and automated ballistics
ricocheting inside classrooms…

And sufficient pure-flowing water,
so clear
we can remember Antelope and Buffalo Elders
drinking from nearby streams…

And Eagles,
Don’t forget to mention the Eagles and Hawks…

What about the Doves?

Too redundant…
Not your primary audience.

And recycling hydropower mills,
Awesome rain chains
and solar panels
and wind turbines
and resonant chimes
and harmonic bells
and prisms
for inside rainbow light
where candlelight
would not feel resiliently safe.

I fear we have veered far off our original
raised-bed reservation.

I miss the music of my colonizing youth.

But not the Muse,
apparently.

Transparently?

Not for us to say
on this enabling health and nutrition
and food
and fuel
and WinWin fibrous network Way.

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When Wealth Is Not A Noun

If health is just an unprivileged noun
and healthy is her adjective,
what is dynamic healthing,
the man-verb?

Some think healing LeftBrain Yang,
others feel therapeutic RightBrain SacredYin
matriarchal mostly.

But we all can bicamerally find active healthing
in secular/sacred Integrating,
cooperative creolization,
deductive/inductive transubstantiation.

Or do you find ego-healing
in secular dominant segregating
deductive
reductive
Either/Or
dualistic thinking about health
with no sacred hope of truly beautiful wealth
through one mere mortal lifetime?

Integration’s noun is Integrity
which is as sacred,
or merely LeftBrain dominant secular,
as organic bilateral life ourselves
lived fully Golden Ruled
for our CoMessianic selves
and our originally disintegrated
Bodhisattva ego-health/eco-wealth
yang/yin holistic
ZeroZone zen
sum

Integrity’s health-wealth intent
toward each Moment’s
PrimeRelational potential
for polyphonic-polypathic-polynomial
synergy.

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Here Once Is A Time

There once was a species
with one sacred EarthTribe Vocation
provoking polyphonic yearnings,
polypathic necessities
responsibilities
authority

There once was a NewTribe health plan
divinely humane for ecodancing,
ego cooperative well-said redesign
to sing GoodNews wondrous anthems
and not sing BadNews privileged raptures,
to worship ecopolitical
ecologically recreative
sacred vocational multicultural nutrition.

There once was a Tribe
following polyculturally revered matriarchal authority
with ecological Green co-responsibility
not for punishing shame and blame
but of actively restoring Hope
and Good PositivEnergy Faith
as Grace
of and for polyphonic anthems
and liturgical eco-dancing love.

There once was a Goddess Gaia
cautioning for and against life changes
transposing polyculturing group opportunities
into monoculturing individual WinLose risks,
and mostly vice versa.

Reducing and expanding
EarthTribe’s WinWin eternal time available
for inter-organic
dialogue dynamics

Introducing and benedicting,
raising and mourning intrapersonal health giving growth
devoid of ecological health receiving exercise,
cooperative planting experience,
co-harvest celebrations

Embracing and reviling bicameral mentors
predigesting and spewing into WinWin newborn mouths
resilient LeftBrain data
settling resonant WinWin priorities
LeftGreen with RedRight,
yin with yang,
eco without ego within
for preframe past WinLose evolutionary prefame assumptions,
competing concerns,
BusinessAsUsual issues

Talking and taking organisms away from
and back again toward
encountering each other’s Old Cooperative mindbody feelings
of democratic green trust
and plutocratic jaundiced mistrust
and aristocratic redbutton anti-trust
privileged purple totalitarian feelings
and re-integrity dreams
and universally monoculturing nightmares

Depriving each ZeroZone interdependent niche
of WinWin chances
to control our own cooperative enriching development
through interpersonal healthcare work
and Green resonant
health receiving and giving ego/ecoplay.

Handing and bilateral footing
all YangStrength control
over to confused womb residents of EarthMother
is to have no yin-yang wu-wei design
at all ZeroZone
matriarchal/patriarchal confluent

Walking and stumbling across
a fine bilateral line
between enabling WinWin yin
and controlling WinLose yang

Proceeding as fully revolving Left with Right
tipping points suggest
what winning cooperations
and winning ecogame short-term competitions,
challenges about sufficient time compared enviously
against others,
defensively yet co-arising therapeutically inclusive,
restoratively healthy
and resiliently wealthy
and resonantly polypathic
and polyphonically bicameral
and polynomially ZeroZone
yang universal +1.00%
and notnot SacredZero yintegritously
organic practically
synergetic experientially
concerns fractally
bicameral before RNA and after DNA,
Ego/Eco-Centric FutureSearching Us.

Taoist Gaian MindBodies
have four primal newborn dynamic
directional ways
of seasonally defining
refining Yang plantings
with Yin composting developmental contrasts.

1. Yang up strongly co-arising
yin-folded down flowing
toward co-gravitational ZeroZone
pelvic-transgenderal chakra
bilaterally opening and closing.

2. Yang dominant RightHand and
Foot and
Language side Left MindBody
with co-arising Yin diminished LeftHand and
foot and
sacred zero-zone silent co-relationship
co-present ElderRight therapeutic SacredWitness

3. Yang ZeroSoul Core spinal ego-center
of individual identity
With yin more EcoBilateral extremities,
like WinWin loving warm light skin,
and fingers
and ten bilateral digital toes,
and septic ZeroZone nose
for smelling pre-digesting
nutritious
nurturing climates

4. Yang strength of past RNA green
toward present DNA red
with YinFlow toward futures
relinquishing overpopulating Yang patriarchal DNA
to restore RedRight Yang
with SacredGreen
YinLeft RNA
co-enlightenment
of and for
YangHere with YinNow
ZeroZone spacetime
resiliently nutritious
RedEgo/GreenEco
inside/outside deep learning classroom balance.

Here once is a WinWin time
for shared sacred EarthTribe vocations
polyphonically yearning
polypathic Ego with Eco GoldenRule necessity,
ecological responsibility,
theological health-wealth co-authority.

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The Princess Psychiatric Appointment

So, Yang,
who would you like to meet
your psychotropic doctor today?

[no answer]

I’m hoping Princess Yang
will speak with us today,
because she is my favorite,
I must confess
this PositivEnergy bias
for conserving nutritional activities,
nurturing co-relationships,
cooperative ZeroZone centering balance.

Hi,
I’m Princess Yang,
and Princesses are always kind
and never declare wars
and threats against
all the little people,
aides and helpers,
parents and teachers,
staff and employers
and employees,
and other forms
of flowing DNA roots
and green therapeutic RNA shoots.

Well, thank you
for showing up
and telling us far more about Princesses
than we might have been curious
to definitively know.

Perhaps you would be so kind
to share with your non-violently therapeutic doctor,
How do Princesses
most appreciate being approached
by loyal servants
and nurture conserving activists
of and for
WinWin royal behavioral ecopolitics?

Princesses like to be asked
before others approach,
with pleases and thank yous in place,
especially if bearing too hot food
or beverages.
And Princesses prefer “Not just yet”
to “No! Don’t even think about it,
Dracula!”

And
how does Princess Yang
teach her loyal subjects
and playful dancing and singing staff,
how she prefers to be greeted?

Princesses
like to hug your neck
and kiss your forehead
when we know and love you already.
Otherwise
we prefer fist bumps
and high fives
and will tolerate
hand shakes
although sometimes these hurt
our not quite right and left hands.

And how does Princess Yang
think and feel about her not quite right and left balancing hands
and eyes
and ears
and feet?

Princesses do our best
to assume WinWin.
All LoseLose appearances
to the contrary
and disappearances
are for healthy happy further negotiation
for both Princesses
and loyal cooperative subjects.

And who and what are
Princess Yang’s
most loyal subjects?

Well, not math
or reading.
Other Princess Yang advocates
are my favorite subjects,
like you
KingDaddy.

But,
Princess Yang,
do you think there could be
more than one KingDaddy
for you?

Only one for each Princess.

And how many Princesses
would you say
you have met?

Maybe one or two
at school
on a really good day.
The rest are all Older Queens
and Prince Alarmings.

And how does Princess Yang
think and feel about Older Queens?

Like they should ask permission
before they approach
like Prince Alarmings.

And KingDaddy,
should he ask permission to approach?

Yes,
but Princesses
also like Kings and Prince Charmings to sing
and dance toward them
without asking OK first.

Does Princess Yang
prefer the way Donald John
sings and dances,
or Barney bays
and prances?

Barney!
Princesses
do not ever want to see
KingDaddy Donald dance
or hear him sing–
Never!
And he should learn to ask
before approaching
and speaking about Princesses
to WinLose medication legislators
and LoseLose GunRights Activists,
about EarthTribe FirstRights Conservationists.

Anything else for the doctor today?

Thank you for listening
and staying away.
I bought you an apple.

You brought me an apple!

No,
I bought you one
but then I ate it
before we got here.

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Ordained Life

I learned the other day that my immune system is gone. She just up and left. No goodbye, no Dear Jerry letter, no flowers, not even an email to let me know; hoping I wouldn’t notice why systemic failure grows more prominent.

My doctor told me about this sly exodus. She is this vibrant buxom Russian immigrant with long wavy auburn hair, and the sturdy solid nature of totalitarian atheistic culture, and the bedside manner of Attila the Hun. Still, she tries her best to break dark news, reaching for anything she might recall to work with human feelings, other than  pain and suffering. Pain she understands, and believes we should all be much more tolerant of our petty, relentless, agonizing Teachers, like not being able to bear weight on my left foot, for example. Her best medical advice was stay off your foot. Teach my kids how to feed and care for each other. Take a nap.

Anyway, she breezes into the examining room where I am sitting, mostly clothed, perched on the edge of the exam table with naked feet anxiously touching the pull-out steel footrest. Waving my not very thick file in her dominant left hand, before the door slams shut behind her, she asks me if I know that I am Positive.

Her radiant smile did not seem to be begging me to tell her I already knew so she was not in the position of actually having to think about how to be kind.

I didn’t know what was the right best answer:

Yes, thank you, and I’ve always found you to be a positive person too?…

No, in fact I hope my husband of the last twenty years will be surprised to hear this as well….

Well, I have been getting sick a lot lately, coming down with weird stuff normal people don’t usually have a problem with, like breaking out in hives in my armpits, so it does cross my mind, now that you so generously mention it, that maybe my immunity guards have departed without giving notice, or even closing the door of vulnerability on their way out….

But, instead, I just say No, quietly, in awe of this strangely-shared boundary moment.

So she hesitantly touches my forearm, and valiantly tries to continue smiling, to reassure me that it will be OK, not a death sentence, her extractive words.

Well, that was good to know, especially because I hadn’t even realized I was waiting for sentencing. I wasn’t even aware of my charges or my trial, my judge, or my apparently merciful jury.

But, I had been feeling vulnerable, and learning I am vulnerable to all the cooties and disease and suffering and pain in this world, on this Earth, within this EarthTribe, leaves me feeling mushy and rotten, old and used up, or at least overripe for decay, inside, then outside.

Vulnerable.

Wide open to whatever comes along, available, accessible, for good and bad.

An open vortex for anyone or anything to use as even my own defenses have evaporated, not like a sunset over the ocean, when that last radiant arcing flash says goodbye until tomorrow. Rather, the loss of immunity, the ache of endlessly inclusive vulnerability, uncovers a quietly creeping dawn, except instead of Earth gradually emerging until I must open glad eyes to discover Her visible presence once again, one more time, this time, her sobbing and singing, dancing, lavishly beautiful Time, my Interior Landscaped self-consciousness gradually purges to uncertain self-identity, and less concern about where you begin and where I end, because my ending is already predicted by lack of self-defense.

A well-fired strength lurks within this deep ecology of grateful emptiness. Creating a winterish listening place for all nutrients and toxins around and within me, a place, a jump in, the water’s warm recreating safe-space where each can be heard, embraced, have a say about our future together. How long we may or may not sustain our interdependent web of life.

Without capacity, perhaps even the desire, to exclude often dissonant nutrients and voices, tastes and smells, feelings and awareness, difficult and insane immigrants, I invest this sacred listening mountain in regenerating new connections, new ways of seeing appositional, dialectical rationality, rather than oppositional polarity.

I learn to long for ways we might survive together that would be in your best interest as my self-interest dissipates into a dark vortex of Yin openness. If our shared values for diversely nutritional compost disappear, then I have no hope to grow my own.

Finding harmony within this apparent dissonance and disease and suffering and insanity is the only vocation left to this EarthTribe Identity, softly individuating within Earth’s resilient resonance, my boundaries of immunity to you removed. All remaining for me is my subsidiarity to Earth’s well-being, for here we all return, generative memory seeds of language and code, capturing voices stringing songs back, back to stardust Elders.

We are Earth’s Tribe dying to remember to fly together like the stars from which we emerged, the Earth which we reincarnate; and trying to not fly apart quite so awfully much.

 

 

 

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