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Seeking Mature Leaders

When I am searching for a healthy leader,
a wise teacher,
a mature mentor,
I look for someone who knows from experience
when a family member dies
a cherished part of her or himself
also is lifetime lost.

I look more for someone
who at least might feel,
even for a short moment,
that s/he would prefer
it had been her or himself.

Why does this matter?
Because without this maturity of extended family identity,
security,
love,
adolescent and even childish issues evoke ego-mania
rather than wiser and slower and steadier eco-passion
with other human natures
as with other EarthTribe cellular health natures.

Cells whose purpose becomes reduced to self-thrival
grow leaders of cancerous pathology.
Cells whose purpose remains to reproduce
their full contribution to organic families,
their extended forests of life,
their ecological eco-root systems,
are those mentors
my healthy wealth most needs
and craves
and would gladly step-aside from my personal agenda
to listen to
and learn
what remains of our synergetic purpose,
regenerative meaning.

I would be more drawn to a parent
who would say
My son broke the law
because I asked him to,
and he trusted me to not ask him to do
or not do
anything that would become a problem for him.

I would steer away from someone
who would say
My son did it on his own qualitative initiative
and never said a word to me about it,
but I respect him anyway.

And,
by the way,
those corporations that fell apart
while I was CEO,
well they did that all on their own
right after I drew my final paycheck
and quarterly return on my short-term investment.

I would not nominate such a person
for public office,
or even any private office,
for s/he does not know the wisdom of a healthy cell,
s/he has not felt the crippling loss of a wise mentor,
and is thereby her/himself exposed to monoculturing cannibalistic tendencies
of self and other exploitation,
eating our young;
not strong CEO maturity
because not a strong mentor of future compassionate CEOs.

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Seeking HealthCare Experience

I recently have heard
from a people of growing remorse,
Perhaps we should add to Presidential prerequisites
some prior experience in public service.

While this has always been a personal requirement,
I had not thought we would need a legal restriction,
where logical and moral imperatives are so blatantly transparent
and mutually compatible.

If you need heart and brain surgery
and have a list of candidates to choose from,
And you instead choose your dentist
because you are uncertain about those distant names
but you know how your dentist smells and tastes,
then we should be alarmed
if you also propose
to lead our way on health care planning
and Earth climate therapies,
insurance,
assurance,
compassionate reassurance,
especially when early drafts specifically disinvest
of dental care,
and inside
and outside nutritional development
for public as extended family service.

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The Senior Center

The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.

Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.

Knitting
but not garden expansions.

Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung in four part harmony.

The new guy,
just growing into sixty-five,
asked them
How would we like to be remembered
one hundred years from now?

That doesn’t seem likely,
I know,
but perhaps more likely together
than playing Solitaire
side by side.

I would like to be remembered
as healers of The River
said a somber SeptemberGenerian woman
surrounded by ancient lady friends.

No one needed to ask why.
We all knew
what was coming downriver
for future regenerations
of thirsty toxined minds
with biodiverse bodies.

And so we found younger allies
who owned property along The River,
beginning with the railroad company,
and the Mohegans
and the Pequots,
where a Senior knew a Senior
with a well-placed daughter,
and sometimes a son
of unusual cooperative and long-term focus.

Together we planted firs
and cedars along polluted and denuded banks,
for future generations to manage,
harvest for housing
and furniture
and fiber
and possibly even coffins
waiting for memories of polluted rivers
to die.

That was one hundred years ago
we started
in this regenerative Senior Center,
and still going strong
as each year
a new incoming class
of those who finally reached sixty-five
joined our river healing project,
more recently also producing fruit trees
and berries,
flax
and hemp,
mushrooms
and nuts
and sweetgrass baskets
woven by SeptemberGenerians.

Women and a few surviving men
and some more in-between
smiling together
at the round cedar table in the back,
remembering Elder healers
of our barren land
and naked River.

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Old Forest Tribes

“Alone is a word without meaning in the forest.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”

Old rotting trees,
corrupt degenerating logs,
give birth to more forms of diverse life
than they did in their most transcendent living moments
brought to them by Elder networking root systems,
and Father Sun’s most radiant embrace,
and Mistress Earth’s most abundant flow of moisture;
short of catastrophic floods.
Just right flowing strength of healthing wealth.

And each of us humane egos
hopes for the same;
That our regenerative legacy of mind and spirit
will long outlast our bodies
corrupting toward alone
within this shrill cacophony of growing tribal fears,
angers about injustices of Earth’s redistributing,
scandalously democratic,
grace.

Artifacts of tribal violence
predict legacies more like old native forest fires
than slower degenerative effects of wind and rain
and hungry insect tribes of Earth.
Cremation of regenerative destiny
rather than burial,
yet even here
humane ashes
enrich sacred fertility.

Earth’s minerals feed matriarchal fungi
as Sun’s light fuels patriarchal algae.

In this lichen forest of our anthrocentric
and animal
and tree
and plantation lives and deaths,
alone speaks lonely fear of violent burned-out death,
a revolutionary moment
within Earth’s redolent forest
of potential timeless relationship.

Absolute,
like autonomy,
are words not spoken
in old growth forest
life within death.

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NotSoIndependent Eves

I’ve not been sleeping well
since early November,
about the time Donald Trump
was not just nominated by Republican Christian
White
Male Dominant
Evangelical Christians,
in some unholy alliance with
fundamentalist rabid Roman Right
to Define Which Lives Matter Most Catholics,
but actually elected their own AntiChrist President
of these DisAssembling States
of natural-spiritual nondualist moral laws
and ethics
and aesthetics
and constitutions
for democratic ethical health
and aesthetic trusting happiness
and economic sacred ecologicalEarth prosperity.

I often wake up to a day I dread
and fear to hear even more atrociously bad news,
domestic and international,
local and global,
economic with political Winlose Climate Gamesmanship.

But, I’m also afraid to sleep at night,
anxious and worried about our children’s drying up
and wasting further away prospects
for any future at all
as a humane cooperative developing species
rather than anthro-survivalist parasites
rabidly infesting a thoroughly secularized
and commodified
and de-natured Earth,
former habitat for Eden,
Creator God’s original plan,
original intent,
original meaning and purpose,
original love and health of regenerativity.

So, I frequently wake up,
as I have this July 4th morning,
really pissed off at Republican Christian Evangelicals
for continuing to live in denial
of their self-fulfilling prophecy,
like Lot’s wife looking back toward Sodom and Gomorrah
one last post-millennial time
to elect your long-feared AntiChristian CEO
with one hand on the world’s nuclear annihilation switch
and the other hand up North Korea’s
and China’s
and Russia’s elitist asses
and assets,
if he could
he would
even though he knows he really shouldn’t.

I did learn yesterday
that almost half of Republicans
who elected Trump
are showing early signs of remorse,
of sorrow for your denial sins
of sexist and racist and capitalist over-investment,
omitting anything akin to natural-spiritual mindfulness
of your own adolescent through maturation mental-spiritual health issues
and challenges
and opportunities to evolve co-operative grace
with gratitude,
LeftBrain strength
with RightBrain integrity of love.

I am hoping,
and trying to trust,
grow in faith,
that the half of Republican electors of Trump,
and other similar Anti-All-Climates-Of-Health Matter politicians,
now experiencing remorse,
is more likely the evangelical Christian and Catholic laity half,
also having trouble sleeping at night,
worried about lack of ecopolitical co-investment
in anything resembling Earth as Eden
for our natural and spiritual grandkids,
extending Earth-Eden Habitat families,
rather than aborting them.

If I were you,
believing Christian fundamental-patriarchal
as you do,
rather than continuing to live in denial
of the hell on Earth we have served up to the grandkids,
I would repent
and spank myself
on behalf of those same grandkids
who would righteously spank us
if they economically and politically could reverse time
a mere generation or two from now,
this day,
celebrating our interdependent immigrant waves
for independent Not Yet Bought and Sold
Commodity Days
and OverExtended NightMare Competing Nights,
whispering horsepowers
free
and bought and sold
pirated and prayed for,
rented and outright autonomously purchased
of and for Earth’s sacred Eden re-investment.

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Natural Spiritual Consulting

Hello, dear Eldest Son,
and what are you feeling entitled to today?

CliffNotes on Christianity.
You mean like Christianity for Dummies?

No, no aspersions intended.
I’m wondering…
Maybe some context would help.
Why are you asking about Christianity?
I mean,
other than your totally secular development
and your absence of any sacred fertilization.

Yes, well,
we do have that not small problem of evil
despite our omnipotent God.

Omnipotent. Like polypathic is to omniscient,
polyculturing outcomes are to omnipotence.
Radically and profoundly and resonantly powerful.

Polyphonic to omnipresent…
I’ll think about that.

So, yes, i guess my own big take-away from Christianity
is the Holy Spirit is also Gaia.
Just two different names
for one shared holonic regenerate nature-spirit
of co-intelligent evolution revolutions.

No, that’s about it.
Once you catch on to Holy Spirit
as matriarchal Earth Goddess
nurturing regenerative bilateral-temporal flow,
you can just map Christianity
onto sacred ecology,
and vice versa,
and whatever doesn’t seem to fit
probably got added on by some benighted council of patriarchs
anyway.

What about God the Father?

Well, who would be Father to Earth Goddess?

Yeah, that’s what I was thinking too.
Earth was born of Father Sun,
and then these two mess with each other
and next thing you know
people come along to make up romantic stories
about photosynthesis
is like breathing
if you have leaves
or healthy bicameral lungs
and heart
and mind.

Sure, no problem.
you really didn’t call to ask for money?

That’s what I thought.
How much this time?

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I Like Money

I like money.
But, I like it like soul food and jazz,
not like worshiping an omnipotent Patriarchal God.

I like money
because I like investing
in myself and others I trust
to return to Earth
nutritional investments of gratitude
for Her grace,
which is not the same thing as abundant capital
for playing WinLose Games
but might be the same as cooperative capital investments
in WinWin co-opportuning
ecological economic-political Gaming PersonShip,
returning grace from Goddess Gaia,
our shared Holonic BiLateral Spirit
of EarthJustice WuWei Revolutions
for climates and cultures of health.

I like cooperatively investing money
because that is one capitalistic way
to give back
and pay-value-forward,
trusting abundant nutrition will follow,
beans with cornbread
and Ella
and Billy
and even Stranger Fruit.

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Proposing Cooperative Disposals

“The plants adapt, the people adopt.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”

Plants conservatively propose;
people liberally dispose.

RNA organisms nature,
DNA humans nurture.

Economic environmental systems co-invest,
Ecological political systems absorb
to re-invest.

Earth bleeds cultures of health
and pathology.
Humanity feeds histories of wealth
and poverty.

Legislative economists cooperatively propose
and occasionally choose.
CEO public service administrators
competently dispose
and occasionally build cooperative WinWin ownership.

Earth natures cooperativey adapt,
Human spirits regeneratively adopt.

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Why Is It?

Why is it
those who reside in mental hospitals
find themselves struggling to remember
This is supposed to be a hospital,
and not a prison for society’s revenge?

Why is it
those who find themselves imprisoned
struggle to remind themselves
and each other
this is supposed to be a prison,
and not an insanely vengeful mental hospital?

Why is it
bondage breeds violence
as freedom feeds cooperative democracy,
mutual empowerment?

Why is it
defending capital-hoarding elites
breeds criminalization and militarization,
while freeing human natures
to embrace all Earth’s nature-spirits
feeds ecological democracy
to polypathically grow,
contagiously expand in joy
and wonder
and mutual awe?

 

 

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Subversive Dance

I hope we can help ourselves
and each other
become quieter,
more leisurely,
generous,
grateful,
graceful dancers of sound
rhythm
pattern
voices of color
to see and hear these quieter vibrations
of wildness.

Wildness
wilderness
relatively untouched forests of mountains
and oceans,
rivers
lakes
ponds
swamps of wildness
for quiet forms of song and Earth dance.

Dance
moving to louder voices of climate pathology
and landscape erosion
decomposition of home and safety,
but also quieter dance
of witness
stalking visual prey
we would not violate with unwanted harming touch,
turning and swirling whorls of joy
quiet
yet also loud tornadoes
hurricanes
tsunamis whirling wildly loud.

Loud dance thrashing
climates of disarray
for smaller subclimates within
remaining wildness of species memory.

Memory of meadow walks
and naked tree climbing
swinging dances with polyphonic gendered nature
nurturing quieter wilderness
teaching slowing leisurely dance
through each day
returning to healthy full moon wealth
of wildness,
ecodancing movement to sound
and pause for silent graced lines
of sight.

Sights of quieter fragrance
and pungent distant fear
remembering mountain
ocean
water and air
fire and Earth’s Wildness
dancing loud pathologies
of Her majesty and awful wonder
reminding me and us
to respect our wise gratitude
for quieter voices and movements of nature
teaching grace as gratitude
for wilderness within
as wisely without you and I.

I hope I can help
grow quieter listeners
of wildness songs sung together
with dancing graceful pause,
wish for wilderness witnessing partners,
mutually stalking copresence
within Earth’s cooperative quiet majesty,
ecodancing drums
too anthro-discentering loud,
yet sometimes refreshingly polypathic quieter journeys
dancing softly hummed,
paused within echoing forests
of bounding binding wonder.

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