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Compromising Lives

“Living here can be compromising”
says Dad to Danny
in a John Irving novel.

Isn’t that our universal truth?

Living here is a compromising series of on-purpose accidents.
Living is compromising
with mortality heavily favored to win out,
maybe short-term,
maybe later.

But these odds
between two categories
switch places
between eight looking toward sixty-four,
and sixty-four looking longingly back toward eight,
measuring all small and large compromises
erupting through serenity
in-between.

Wonder
is just taking a time out
to notice the last clematis blossom
is exactly the same color
as the purple mums
hiding behind her.

Wonder
is taking a moment
as no more or less perfect
just as it is,
a snapshot
between where we have come
since Earth was growing glaciers
to when Earth may, eventually, pass on.

A moment
perfectly balanced
in full-color octaves
of sight
and sound
and smell
and savory taste
of spectral Wonder.

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Good Faith and Bad Seeds

The good faith of a seed
is to live together
before we die apart.

The bad faith of a seed
or an unfertilized egg
or a barren matriarchal womb
or a fake-gospel message
despite MotherEarth’s transparently inclusive kindnesses
festers fear apart
more than healing life together.

Good faith speaks up for restorative health.
Bad faith talks down to vindicate self-righteous
supremacy,
holier than thou-ness.

Bad faith reiterates
and redistributes
and retributes Vengeance Is Mine
until only those who share this particular bad faith virus
are left speaking
and prophesying among ourselves,
predicting
and incarnating our own self-righteous bad faith seeds,
monoculturing weeds
of unnaturally reified laws,
rules,
prejudice against those outside
our narrow-minded folds,
failures of regenerative empathy.

Good faith restores sacred polycultural outcomes
of spirit
and body
and mind
and soul
and heart
and reason
and science
and evolutions
and revolutions
of nondual grace economies
as merely everyday MotherEarth ecological lessons,
witness,
wisdom without bad seeded walls
against Sacred Wonder.

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Haunted By Wonder

I have become haunted by wonder,
within wonder,
surrounded by Wonder,
made of Wonder
these past few days
and troubling nights.

I have also become terrorized by vindication,
vindictive Win/Lose relationships
learned from retributive justice philosophers
who are also parents
and teachers,
so also soldiers
and Win/Lose economic and political leaders
vindicating themselves,
vindictive ourselves
against others who stand
in our colonizing,
rather than creolizing,
way.

Robin Wall Kimmerer
shares a Wonder dream
in a village market
where fresh bread and strawberries
are exchanged in a gift economy
of Wonder at what we have made
with God’s MotherEarth,
“the merchants were just intermediaries
passing on gifts from the earth.”
(Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 29)

Gift economies,
when healthy and fair,
mature and cooperatively-owned and managed,
learn everything about Win/Win Wonder
and lose sight of Win/Lose
much more Lose/Lose
vindictive ecopolitics.

When love is optimizing
we find no room for punitive vindications.

Wonder is the land of
Restorative Justice,
Permaculture Design,
CoOperative (0)Sum Feminist PostMillennial Economics,
ReGenerative (0)Soul ReVolutions
rather than same tired DeGenerative Vindications
of retributive justice
and angry,
vengeful,
patriarchal gods,
false idols of anything less than
both metaphysical spiritual Wonder universes
and physical natural planet EarthMother CoOperatives
with loving Wonder as Original Constitutional Intent
of the Ten Commandments toward love
but not the AntiChrist Jihad
of retributive ethnocentric vindictiveness.

God nor Allah
ever play Lose/Lose games
of mutual vindictiveness,
retributive justice positions
that settle for means to destroy,
without thought of how to first love
in a conscious state of Wonder
for this Win/Win gift economy
of restorative justice
invited by Gaia (0)Soul Principles
of nondualistic philosophies,
therapeutic religions promoting Positive Win/Win Wonder spiritualities,
municipalities
devoiding fake-spiritual monoculturing paths
that would settle for mere vindication
of one’s right to breathe
and speak freely,
when these could be multiculturally celebrated.

We individually,
and as a species of potential Wonder and Love,
have this fundamental choice to make
each minute of each revolving day
to see ourselves and our environments
as justified from Win/Lose retribution
or justified through mutually therapeutic Win/Win restoration.

These last few days,
and months,
here in the USA,
thinking about,
Does patriotism invite restorative justice more
and vindictive punishing blaming and shaming less?
I have also stood in stunned wonder
about how our Elders’ political and economic independence
from vindictive oppression of royalist plutocrats
provided such a rich fertile nationalism
for further vindictive plutocratic oppression
over our natural world,
de-sacralized,
reduced from nature-spirit nondual Wonder
to further vindictive climates for further oppression,
suppression,
victimization,
criminalization.

This is not what I expected
from an Office pledging patriotic allegiance
to the more perfectly uniting health and welfare
polyculturing democracy
of and for WinWin Earth-restorative justice.

It has been said
it is our healthy role of governance
to make it easier for compatriots
to do mutual good,
to restore Win/Win just relationships
of mutual Wonder
through cultures where gratitude
is planted and watered and harvested
so that monocultures of vindictive ingratitude
will evaporate
like the paranoid patriarchal fascinations
from which they broke through
our normativity of regenerate Wonder.

Restorative healing processes
are also liturgically co-messianic transubstantiations
of Wonder
Love
Grace
(0)Sum CoOperative EarthTribe Peace
as Ego-EcoJustice
restoring Eden’s potential balance
through gift redistribution
restoring Wonder
about benign nondual predation
while actively wondering
what therapeutic gift do I most owe myself
and others?

What restorative gifts do we most owe all Nations
this day
of Win/Win Wonder?

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Random Acts of Grace

I wonder if our reasons
for growing random acts of violence
are similar
to our dwindling random acts of reasoned healing,
kindness,
gratitude,
unrequited love,
uncommodified,
unconscripted,
unscripted,
uncontained
restoring cooperative ecopolitical relationships forward
not just because this is our right and healthy familial thing to do
but because we multiculturally know and extend,
believe and intend
actively faith
these are our greatest
most noble
most therapeutic gifts of hope
given before punishments
for random acts of violence
could even have become conspired.

It has been speculated
by military-industrial hypnotized media
seeking short-term sensational profits,
and by cynical economic and political prophetic voices,

We have become numb
to millions of homeless children,
many of whom are now being burnished,
refurnished
and retooled
as LoseLose suicidal nihilistic soldiers,
pawns for burning with emotional hate
without ever having known love’s potential maturity.

Permanently stuck on pre-adolescent
survival of the All MonoCulturing Male Unit
erasing hard-fought memories
of compassion
for growing up among millions of homeless children
of all multiculturing genders
and nearly all species
with possible exceptions
for scavengers,
like cockroaches
and river rats
and millions of starving children
drowning
melting
fired-up fuel fading from view of homeless futures
requiring further punishment
for bothering to persistently survive
on air waves
and water
and plants
bought and sold
and too-patriarchally owned by other,
supposedly adult,
mature people,
presumed to only know how to play
I Win
so You Lose
competing evolutionary MightMakes GodRight games.

I wonder if our reasons
for random acts of restorative justice
to achieve healthy WinWin
outcome reminders
our troubling predators with our disturbing prey
could become permaculturally relearning opportunities
revolutionarily expanding
mentors among these already starving homeless children
and non-consenting adults,
sibling and tribal groups
health care giving and receiving as best we can,
not having seen or heard or felt bilateral co-operative WinWin
opportunities for renewing climates of health
since successfully departing
our long dead EarthMothers’ wombs.

When punishing weapons
for addiction to violent choices
are accessible to those who believe they,
and we,
can holistically afford them,
can afford to compromise investments with integrity,
our rights of WinWin ownership requited,
then those raised more through retribution’s fear and anger
than restoration’s love and healthy synergy
will always flood our gun shops first
and ballistic associations last
through clouding media’s ecopolitical marketing of death
and terror
over cooperatively-owned matriarchal-patriarchal balancing life
as yin with yang restorations,
preyors of benign predation
loving bilateral revolutionary relationships,
mutual creolizations within all ecotherapeutic EarthTribes
for social arts and communication,
and scientific enculturation,
deep learning cooperative restoration
of mutual education.

Deep learning
among homeless childhood memories
of double-boundaries
for healing lost compassions.

Violence corrupts this void
left through grace’s wrongful absence.

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Original Intents and Purposes

Original New Yorker Intents and Purposes

So who did you expect
to actually elect,
Vandana Shiva?

from Uniting Constitutions of MotherTrees

Tribes and groves
grow forests together
forming more therapeutically perfect Unions
of unity yin-flowing integrity,
not quite so much uniformity
of Yang’s violating offensive strengths
for deductively commodifying
financial quantities of economic justice
as real estates for all,
yet blind to yin’s qualities
of restorative
ecotherapeutic mercy for our best-intending selves
living here together
as one MotherTree
reconstituting Tribes
for regenerative
Golden Natural Rule
outcomes.

Natural rules
are also sacred therapies
with collateral intent
toward investing in general Welfare
of We the People
on our one Planet
with our Plants
for mutual loving predation of Yang
and matriarchal-yin beloved prey
victims
our shamed and blamed criminalizations
and marginalizations,
boundary issues of being in wrong places
with non-therapeutic intent
during bad Apple times,
when this most perfect EarthTribe Welfare
encounters climates of pathological risk.

Those who become citizens
of UnitingStated democracy
are born residents of Earth’s MotherTree CoOperative
committed to uphold this uniting general and more perfect Welfare
of individuals within ecotherapeutic families,
of families within EarthTribe Constituted First Native Nations,
for this Nation of and for democratic health care
giving therapeutically forward
toward future EarthTribe ReGenerations
and health care receiving restoring justice backward
since (0)-Soul
WinWin Space with Time
began our shared Welfare dream
of restorative ego/eco-therapeutic justice,
mutual mercies of noticing
who is upholding our more perfect healthcare Welfare,
and who is more like holding it up
like NRA evangelizers
standing fascist and allegedly saluting
flagpoles of fake plutocratic patriotism
and fake news of competition’s superiority for marketing purposes
and fake therapeutic constitutional intent.

Summary of Amendments
regarding self-impeaching anti-patriotic free speech
and behaviors
and grab and assault word choices toward further violence:

If the proposed public sector administrator
cannot run on a therapeutic record of cooperative ownership
and democratically evolving development
committed to clear health care giving and ecotherapeutic receiving

And if
instead defines our proposed future public administration
as against Whatever health care and receiving laws
and restorative justice rules
currently in ego- and eco-therapeutic place,
as being mostly against the Opposition’s Whatever here
as against the Opposition’s Whatever there,
without capacity to say or behave
as one might expect of a mature healthy ecotherapist
familiar with restorative justice
as therapeutically active hope
for our more perfect generic Welfare
as families
and communities
and as a nation
within a community of nations,

Then,
please,
with future 2020 perfect revisioning opportunities
just around our three year corner,
let us look very much
in exactly the opposite
optimal yin-flowing yang dipolar strengthening direction
for optimizing positive and therapeutic restorations
of health care,
thanksgiving as grace-receiving.

We’re all on a more perfectly uniting EarthTribe
revolutionary resurrection
of reforesting Paradise direction,
but probably best not to put the white guy with the Presidential erection
right there in the fake news director chair,
or twittering toilet
for that matter.

Notes:
Talk about the shame of Rome
burning while Caesar played with his
fiddle!
What about the blame of playing Trump
to inflame the entire planet
while playing with his
twitter messages?
Who let that happen?

It wasn’t the Council of MotherTrees,
I can tell you that for sure.
We have not yet been re-enfranchised,
given free-and-equal voice.

I think he learned his leadership skills
from New York’s taxi drivers.
But don’t blame them,
this was certainly not their original intent.

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Irrational Numbers, with Lyrical Pretensions

The number of folks sitting
on the back porch
waiting
for peace to strike,
like waiting for my garden to grow
without yet having planted it.

The number of people
noticing that chronic victims
suffer from critical victimization events,
minus the number who also notice
that chronic crimers
also suffer from critical
criminalization
events.

The number of people
horrified by the number of victims
of prejudicial discriminashunishtion
against their ethnicity,
economic lack of class,
and suitable gender,
and age of maturation
but also unaware
of how we celebrate
positive multicultural discriminations
for diverse ethnicities,
economic cooperative sufficiencies
of fairly decent incomes,
genders, including preferences,
and age-appropriate behaviors.

The number of folks who also see
impoverishment and marginalization,
chronic social criminalization,
whenever they hear it said
of retributive justice,
deterrent incapacitation
and restraint
as additional most negative,
and possibly unnecessary, constraints.

The number of folks we retributively select
willing to settle
for uniform dark punishments
of retributive overkill,
without the slightest hint of redistributive overjoy
most anywhere
for or with anyone,
mistaking this for the unity of restorative purposes
we more peacefully
and co-redemptively
so long for.

The number of excellent scientists and parents
seeking deductively reasoned
learning processes by day
while dreaming inductively co-operatively
seeking warmer compassions through each night.

The number of economists
and politicians too,
of parents
and educators
recognizing communication
through diversely humming channels beyond simply straightforward speaking
and hearing
and watching,
to include RNA’s more regeneratively primal
feeling
and tasting
and absorbing
through rooting systems,
functioning like reverse lickers
and stickers
and salivators
and saps
and pheromone freaks.

The number of scientists
who might somehow come to realize
that tree conversations
could take place through rooting systems
underground,
plus those who also celebrate implications
that tree co-empathic conversations are,
at their highest co-operative best,
currently over our mutually
co-regeneratively
reiterating heads.

The number of folks
who feel complicit
in our punished guilt
plus those who can still celebrate
our nature’s mutually complicit passions,
born both loving predator
and beloved prey,
until parents and Sunday School
and day care teachers teach other not-so-wise.

The number of communication buffs
who think these two populations,
society’s predators and victims
reallllly neeeeed to talk,
and listen,
and not so much both at the same time,
and probably not lick
or hit with a stick
because that would be so icky.

The number of kids
who would predict
that their parents
and teachers
will compete to heat our climates up
so we all can drown together,
regardless of primal
tribal
co-identities.

The number of prophets
recognizing selves
as original native residents
of indigenous EarthTribes,
speaking
and listening
cooperatively for co-planting,
and thereby growing,
ego’s active cooperating peace
as and of and for
eco-restorationelating justice,
Left in rational solidarity with SacredRight,
DNA mutually sniffing RNA’s
optimal Paradisal CoOperating Climates.

The number of folks
still settling for talking and praying
against demonic climate changes,
when we could also be cooperatively planting
and growing
rich climates of health,
cultures of gratitude
at least for and with front porch
EarthFlag-waving
Positive PsychoEcoLogists.

The number of people
who fail to recall
that what ever you were taught as
Orthodoxy’s Sacred Truth,
at one time
was first naturally felt and sensed
as eisegetical WinWin hope,
mutually-licking and sticking
hypo-principaling around theses
with their appositional un- and anti-theses.

The number of systemic processors
actively hoping
for zero-sum
ego-in
eco-out
balancing,
Plus-Plus double-binding
both before
and after notnotnotnot yet
bilaterally timeless linear Time
restoring polypathic RealTime Tipping Points
of ZeroSoul rationality.

The number of Earth’s creatures
waiting for war’s continuing fires to drop
when we could more cooperatively learn
to wait instead for peace’s inside-outside
other secular-sacred nondual loving shoe to drop.

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Red and Blue Estrangered Families

Dear Siblings Three,

I was reading a story
in which some siblings became estranged
after their parents died,
while others moved toward greater solidarity.

This is a variation on a diaspora story.
But, here growing physical distance
is seen more as a geographic effect
than a political cause
of growing estrangement on one side,
and solidarity on the other.

Emigration out toward others of like faith systems
and re-immigration of siblings back toward each other,
circling our tribal wagons,
for now it is our turn
for that Great Transition
into mere grandparent mortality,
to go out toward this night better informed together
than estranged alone.

I thought of how true this is for me,
with my three siblings;
an older brother Mike
an sister Connie
from whom I feel estranged,
and a younger sister Kerry
whose mind and heart,
spirit and nature,
have always been
and yet still become
as one.

If I used speed dial
on my smart phone,
Kerry would be first on my contacts list.
My husband would be a distant second.

By contrast,
if Mike or Connie ever called,
my screen would only show
Michigan or Texas
because I have never put them in my contacts list.

That is how I define estranged
as contrasted with
solidarity.

Why we are as we are
we have never discussed.
And I wonder if I will regret this
should any one of you fade back into MotherEarth
before I do.

I suppose this sibling divide
may have to do with competing faith systems
rather than exploring cooperative,
and mutually appreciative,
multiculturing faith systems.

But I have no idea whether Connie or Mike would agree
with this hypothesis of prime cause,
or might include this
in a larger bag of history and enculturation
I have not thought of,
or perhaps have not yet learned to see.

So,
when I was compiling a list of Republicans I know
well enough to ask who they voted for
in our most recent Presidential selection,
and how are we feeling now
about those choices,
two of the four people I could imagine asking,
and yet not without some fear and trepidation,
are my own estranged Mike and Connie.

This leaves me wondering
how we will grow healthier as Earth’s
#1 consumer of fossil-based dwindling energy
and #1 producer of global climate pathologies, per capita,
if we don’t even talk about this
as families estranged from each other’s faith systems
yet sharing one national,
and preferably civil,
citizenship.

Faith systems, if they are about good faith,
should produce our own lives of growing integrity
and faith in healthy futures
for our children and grandchildren.

So it is, I am asking
Mike and Connie, but also Kerry,

Who did you vote for President last year,
or who would you have voted for,
in case you didn’t bother?
And how are you thinking/feeling
about that preference now,
approaching one year later?

I’ll start,
and invite each of you to respond in kind,
rather than writing in response to my story,
or to each other’s.
We can get to compare and contrast later,
as a second stage in a national dialogue,
if we each survive this familial first.

I would have voted for Hillary
if I had found the new polling place
before it so rudely closed,
right after I finally wrestled Ivy into bed.

During both the Obama and Clinton administrations,
Hillary was the primary architect,
or at least one of just two or three,
of diverse attempts to actually pass what would ideally have become
universal health care legislation
through a typically constipated bicameral Congress.

It also seemed to me that she extends her economic
and political investments
in health care
and receiving
to environmental health care
and receiving
issues,
concerns,
and ecological opportunities
to explore WinWin bicameral solutions
for both Republican conservators
in defense of humane physical,
and mental,
and spiritual health;
and Democratic libertines of equal health and thrival opportunities
of and for all species.

I erroneously thought the Republican candidate
was unlikely to win
because he ran against all of the above,
so at least the large majority of women voters,
traditionally strong on family and community health care issues,
would find Donald to be anathema,
both ecologically
and sacredly.

So, how I am feeling now,
as a Blue Connecticut State resident,
is angry,
and terrified
that what was Presidential campaign promised
continues to be my nightmares of cosmological disaster and threat,
and therefore compelled to do everything I can
to facilitate all of us
learning as much from this economic and ecological and political mistake
as possible,
as quickly as possible,
seeking 2020 critical certainty
before 2020 reaches its ultimate November selection.

We are a two BlueState,
two RedState family,
although Michigan is more ambiguous,
I doubt Mike’s Michigan Republican experience
is peculiarly ambiguous.

If we can talk about this
in a mutually appreciative way,
with gratitude for this opportunity
which can only last through all four lifelines,
perhaps we can help set a more harmonic bicameral tone
for and with our other increasingly estranged States,
and families.

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