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HummingBirds and SpiderWebs

Where might we see
yin’s silent voice
surfing on a windstorm?

Where might we hear
AnimaMundi,
speaking with GrandMother MoonLight,
for octave systems
through PositivEnergy stringing words
of Mother Spider,
instinctively born
of fractal RNA wombs

Seeds of potentially perennial,
revolvingly dynamic,
unfoldingly systemic
spirited GeoLogical Time
Rhythms
ZeroCenter Zones of Pattern

Yet HummingBird Yang
of vibrant Joy
co-arises,
square fractal dances
flights consciously exercised
growing us joyfully smarter
than we really can fly

Northern up
Southern down
Western sunset backward dominant,
LoseLose dualdark
cosmology
Eastern dawn of Spring reborn
WinWin forward baptized
in resilient ecotherapies.

PostMillennial PositivEnergy
dialectals,
dialects of ZeroZen Tao
spoken ecometrically
as sung polyphonically by yin Spider’s
nutritional nesting Energy–
joyous celebrating networks

Octaved spider webs
with polypathic LeftBrain emergent
scales of flight
hovering joyous HummingBirds.

SouthernSoul with NorthernSpirit
Wild WinWin Revolutionaries with WiseElders

Young yin-webs
network hosting
listening for
full-flight
HummingYangers.

Where might we hear
yin’s silent voice
humming through a windstorm?

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Preparing Love’s Ways and Means

So, love is good for you?
Not too traumatic?

In a foreplay
Win-Win kind of way,
yes.

Now what?

Maybe some music and stretching?

How about another dance?

Sacred MotherEarth,
you wear me out.

I thought that was your idea.

Well, yes,
now that you are so transparently vulnerable
to remember Prime Relational Taoist Us;
pre-multicultural synergetic
notnot (0)Sum WinWin ecopolitically motivated
toward restorative permacultural
recreative
healthy-wealth design
for home parenting
and school teaching curricula.

And, oh yes,
let’s encourage our science and math
and creative arts
and performance arts kids
to let political civil service residents of the District of Columbia
bicamerally rediscover
this profound difference
and yet appositional nonduaity
between restoring ecojustice
and green polycultural peace outcomes
capable of outshining our current retributive self and other traumatizing
and co-victimizing,
co-criminalizing,
co-terrorizing,
co-secularizing,
co-degeneratively pathological
ecopolitical Business as Lose-Lose (0)Sum DeGeneratively Usual.

Remind our kids
how scary this Climate and Culture of Trauma Story can be,
especially for those already so heavily invested
in wrong patriarchal fake-patriotic AntiEarth
AntiMatriotic
dominating LeftBrain enculturation
imbalance of WuWei Tipping BiCameral Points.

It might actually be easier
to initially communicate with Chinese Taoists,
and maybe North Korean Fascists,
wherever interdependent bilaterally nondual metaphysical systems
have a larger and richer tradition
in nature-spirit mutually dynamic appositions
in Wisdom Literature,
sacred, sometimes mysterious,
parabolic,
quixotic tragicomedy
Left-Right sacred re-acclimations.

Please remind
remaining PreMillennial Taoists,
should you happen to dig any up:
If LaoTse said Nature is Unkind,
then we could only retain ecological integrity
if it is equally Win and notnot Win
that Nature is both kind and notnot Kind
and Spirit is both restoratively grateful
and notnot Earth’s ReGenerative Nature.

Phylogenic form and structure
is to homologous bilateral function
as ecological systemic structural investments
restore ethological bicameral
Original WinWin Intent,
especially under natural-spiritual
Left-Right ecopolitical optimization conditions

Of and for ecotherapeutic restorative democratic
health and education and therapeutic standards
for wealth optimizing
healthy EarthTribe habitats

A Health and Earth Arts and Sciences
restorational EarthTribe School
of and for Sacred MotherEarth
as Holy Spirit-NonDual Nature
CoPresently double-binding
Win-Win Grace with Karma.

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This Is UnFinished Feminist Us

It’s peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows sound happy
with warm October sunlight.

I just read about a deadly gathering in Las Vegas.
Absence of sun-drenched peace.
Inconvenient this time of lost loss.
Death is always inconvenient,
even when invited.

A veteran,
about my age,
this shooter.

I feel like it took more than one
to hold and fire this mental illness rifle.
In a sad and guilty complicit sense,
we have collectively achieved what we bought
and sold
and settled for.

This malformed soldier
is a remnant of what most believed we needed to create,
back in the 60s,
brainwashed into believing
we were protecting wives and kids, somehow
by killing Vietnamese husbands
and many times their wives
and napalmed children,
trees,
forest.

Not exactly breeding ground for growing healthy minds
and well-armed bodies.

I dimly and darkly recall
a much earlier disagreement
with the new commander of the U.S. Navy’s
Officers Candidate School.
A first woman commandant,
something atrociously surprising to men-only militia violence,
similar to Medea
planning an angry hostile life.

This earlier time also started peacefully alone,
but inside,
waiting to be called in to her office,
at the beginning of her second week
in her new exalted position
over new violence-empowered candidates.

I had just completed a gratuitous violence first week of abuse
and militarily precise neglect,
as ruthlessly systematic as racism,
in frigid first week of January,
Rhode Island.
We were so close to the Atlantic
it felt like we were in the ocean.

We had also been frigidly outside,
and hotly inside,
yelled at,
systematically starved,
force marched in gusty zero-degree 3 AM darkness
without coats or hats or gloves,
in fact I think we were in our boxers and Tshirts one night,
due to someone’s sin of omission,
whether contrived on schedule
or spontaneously erupting
from pneumonia reduced and disabled minds,
I do not know.

The hardest part for me
was less than two hours sleep per night.
Industrially guaranteed to reduce oneself to crazy.

When I was first ushered in
for my early exit interview
by none other than her Military Medea Mightiness,
she took one look at miserably civilian dressed me
and asked why would I think it appropriate to disrespect her
by not bothering to show up in uniform.

I started to mention that I had never been issued one
when she told my keeper
that we needed to do an about face
and try again when I looked right.
Or at least as righter
as I might become.

So, he had to go out among my now-former classmates
to beg and borrow,
hopefully he didn’t steal,
boots and belts and pants and shirt and hat.
Later that same long and tedious day
I was once again summoned
for a second shoot.

She wanted to know
why I thought it was OK
to be the first to go
from this new class of officer candidates.
Did my recruiter not explain about this first hazing week?

Well no,
in fact I thought he told me hazing is illegal
in most States.
We develop soldiers;
we don’t grow bullies.

I understand you didn’t make a total ass of yourself.
So if you want to change your mind,
now that we turned the heat back on
and keep the lights off all night
and have turned the verbal abuse down a notch,
or maybe two,
I might be willing to listen
if you beg me nicely to stay here
with us in Navy Officer Paradise.

No thanks,
said I,
I’m already quite disgusted enough
by your shocking lack of even militarized intelligence
to see this as a navy not invested in preserving,
much less protecting,
real live humanity
hanging onto some semblance of sanity.

Oh but you see
this is not true.
Our rules of first week operationalization
are to save your sorry ass
because,
as we all know,
teamwork builds through ego assassinations.

Well no,
actually,
your own recent research on these issues
lies at my fingertips.
Required reading for psych and communication majors,
attitude change and persuasion students
where I hail from in Michigan.

It is a clear and present common threat to survival
that most quickly grows cooperative trust and teamwork,
cooperative co-investments,
especially among those who have learned to trust and respect each other,
including for our recognized
and understood and
appreciated diversity
of talents.
and shared sufficient simplicity of sleep
and active co-listening for harmonic voices.
Or maybe that was just for choirs
and military orchestras.

Well this is fake news to me!
she exclaimed in her sternly patriotic face.

I believe you,
which is why
I want out
of this absence of healthy care
and any semblance of sanity,
disloyal to my family’s investment,
my nation’s rational self-governing future,
and anathema to Sacred Mother Earth.

Are you Native American,
asked she,
as if she couldn’t care less or more.

No more or less than you
I would surmise.

It came as no surprise
when she eagerly accepted
my request to be relieved
of further dishonored service
and cast aside my various borrowed parts
because of ecopolitical leaders
confusing noble grace of unity
with bare-knuckled
bare-headed
frozen uniformity.

I wonder how the Green Beret shooter
in lost loss of Las Vegas
might have suffered from this same sad loss
of militarized teamwork disabilitization,
chronic and critical climates of constant stress.

When the enemy is down
and out of sight,
we cannot afford to have disaffected grunts
sit on angry-fearfilled butts
rethinking who is truly in my ego team’s best interest
and whom we might agree to take out next,
because healthy mental care giving and receiving
has nothing to do with formation
of militarizing violence.

In this same way,
a Presidential God Bless You,
twittered to victims of our own militarizing violent formations,
feels so empty,
fake as the blesser
would do even lesser
mental health care and receiving
for all God’s militarizing
and industrious We Win
So You Must Lose
soldier candidates in deformation,
but also neglected children
and trees,
and starlight
which could bring us together
in one mind of great thanksgiving.

 

So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot’s difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at the time
in the Navy’s January frigid spaces
against cooperative ecopolitics,
about being of more general use
if fascist critical events of the mid-seventies had been recorded,
freezing dark military-academic preparation time
industriously repeating
away from deforesting further virgin ecofeminist Vietnam forests
and their matriarchally cooperative villages,
to become watched on YouTube
by all prospective soldiers
and NRA advocates,
by patriotic nationalists,
thinking about possible antecedents,
before Bad Ol’ Daddy’s Country-Western Concert
went so very wrong.

I wish we could have recorded
this matriarchal confused and frightened patriotic
loyal commandantish face
when I shared with her
I felt ecofeminist disgraced
by her
Bitch!
Shoot at me again and I will Take You Out!!!
defacement,
in a most homophobic frozen officious place
of mutually inflicted terror.

So then I was feeling a bit more glad,
but still sad
I had not actually said more,
done more,
so I began trimming my twining tendrils
enveloping what’s left of uprooted deadwood trees
malingering in my back lot
and having a rough go of it
as my hedging shears
are no longer what once they were.

As usual,
I tend to speak with my plant recruits
and candidates for future flaming victories,
and felt required,
“I apologize
for this jab
and grab
and pull
and pushy ecopolitics,
but Mommy needs sharper,
and probably newer,
scissors for shutting up her
RightBrain EcoFeminist Diva Voice.

Apologizing to the entire human race”
of potential soldiers and ballistic deadwood downsizers
for your not yet having seen
that anti-feminist patriotic face
glare me back into space
with timeless time exclaiming
BITCH!
Shoot your GLBT EcoFeminist mouth OFF AT ME?
I DON’T military anti-ANTIfeminist THINK SO;

but I wonder how I feel about being this predator
in this eternal frame of egopolitical ignorance,
lack of cooperative military research
and economic-educational-formational intelligence gathering.

As I continued with hacking scissors
and played-out ecofeminist sawsall balls off
and the big manly Yang chopper offer
with their underdog heads!
I kept going back to those January freezing eyes.

IF LOOKS COULD KILL!!!
BITCH!!!!!
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME
and think you can punk your gay white ecofeminist butt
in my guest chair
and think your MidWest Academic BullCrap
will even so much as reach one
WinWin Ping of inspiration
aspiration
hope,
YOU DON’T KNOW ME!
I might have majored in BullDike Fascist Terrorism!
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME!!!

and maybe I don’t either.
Who wants to be that angry lose-lose antagonist
of military industrial absence of intelligence,
would you?

I wish this imaginary spacetime scene had played out
in RealTime frames just that audio way,
but even without sound,
with just her
I AM NOT YOUR BITCH!
but you are not going to be mine
either.

She could not sign those exit papers fast enough,
continues visual only images
of how I still feel,
more or less
about these tangled vines
and tough deadwoods
hanging out in my wanna be ecofeminist backyard.

I will chop them up
and paint them
into diva totem poles
and frames
in which ecofeminists
always play in YouTube Blue and Green Estates
of most polyculturally
matriarchal peace in this back lot solitude,

Although occasionally the patriarchal husband
makes a cameo appearance
for a few All Lives Matter Moments,

But usually just me,
in an early October day
preferring to forget dark frigid January anti-feminist nightmares
of militarized neglect
of basic health assurance and safety
delivered by angry matriarchal commandants,
and hedging shear divas,
depending on which lens is in play,
the full-staged historical tragedy
within my more personal back lot comedy.

 

It’s still peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows have flown off
warning descent of warm October sunlight.

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When I Fall In Love

As my wife once taught me
Women knew all about trimming
and cleaning
an harvesting the fertile forests of Earth
long before I ever thought to depilate my back
and other parts.

As my wife continues teaching me
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels important
to more than just our reforesting relationship
and its odds of continuing
into future regenerative climaxes.

As my wife predicted,
I forget to carefully listen
until she culminates with climaxes.
And then she surely owns my belated attention.

The matriarch voice of my life
bewitches,
bothers,
and bewilders me
while we fall in love
we become ecopolitically out to lunch,
indefinitely,
reforesting and ecotherapizing
without fear or anger-marketing
about how to transcend vulnerable boundaries
to mutual empathic nakedness.

This matriarch voice and I
love (0)-sum WinWin reforesting
as health care co-operative wealth management
of mutually accessible climates
for spiraling regenerativity trends
externalized as Yang,
internalized reforesting,
reweaving waves of notnot Yin,
wu-wei,
RealTime 4D Ego/Eco-Balancing

Falling in love with Yin
all over again,
PermaCulturing Operas
sung and danced
while remembering
as my imaginary wife continues teaching me
Thought Experiments
through real fractal double-binary
informating
exgravitating
bilateral ecosystemic time.

I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels wu-wei important
to more than just our reforesting-deforesting relationship
and its odds of even continuing
into future
through past reweaving
regenerative climaxes.

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Organic Time Travel

My body restrains my mind.
Logic as ecologically constrained,
naturally rational,
like rain does not fall up
unless I am standing on my head.

Embodiment also limits my mind.
Imagination often resists such sparse frugality of powers,
yet also thrives on simplicity
more than duplicity.

I can imagine pleasure of mind
capable of visiting China for an hour one day
and one night,
a particular coastal town,
a particular family,
a particular other body
looking back at me
imagining how he would look and sound
to someone like me
from a coastal town in the U.S.
And then my mind’s eyes become his,
looking out at his loved ones
and actively distrusted ones
and his vistas and landscapes and climate smells
and hopes and fears.

Then the tip of South Africa
in the next hour,
then visiting both Syria and Korea
five hundred years ago
to explore constancy and change
in how we look and sound,
smell and taste,
how we feel trusting and mistrusting
and how we might feel about my RealTime ego-mind,
and then visit again five hundred years from now
to notice in this same variety of ego-
and eco-conscious ways.

Yet, in all these disembodied images
my frequent flyer
yet frugal ego remains relentlessly enclosed
by limitations of my own body’s continuous memory
of ego-eco centering mind,
favoring simplicity of transparent confluence,
aesthetics of balance and symmetric full-color harmony,
ethics of mutual time travel
empathically trusting and mistrusting out
then breathing back in with equanimity.

Becoming extended out through space and time,
only and finally to come back to rest
within multiculturally edified
yet ecopolitically simplified creolizing presence
of still ego/eco centering me,
hoping you will love how I look and sound,
smell and taste,
feel and empathically trust
at least as much as my mind can
comprehensively engage this phylogenic embodiment
we human natures each and all metamorphically breathe in,
evolutionarily extend out
to transcend mere ego,
frugal befriending flow of trusting EarthTribes.

My body restrains my mind
as our phylogenic evolution constrains our empathic mindbody,
as our embodied landscape retrains our co-empathic climates.

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Custody of the Eyes

Monks and nuns,
ascetics and miscellaneous humble proletariat folks,
were taught custody of the eyes,
to show respect for those older
and/or wiser
and/or more supremely royal,
and/or in other positions of merited or inherited authority,
to avoid appearing too curious
too available
too interested,
to avoid temptations
of lust and envy and gossip,
to avoid that part of our reality show
that was only meant for the real adults
in our extended family rooms and screens,
creeping across hedge and boundary and custody-paradigm issues
of who is worthy to be in and who not-so-much.

African-American sons and daughters of enslavement,
were taught custody of the eyes
and ears,
and nose,
and hands,
and mouth,
and mind,
because what may be nutritious for WesternWhite Entitlement folks
is what is inappropriately dangerous for nonWhite dependent nonfolks.

Custody of the senses, including the eyes,
is a form of risk management
and precisely what healthy, curious polypathic trusting people
would never ever choose to do,
to enrich not only our own curious multiculturing eyes,
but also to do our part to facilitate
therapeutic opening of our EarthTribe extended families’
ecologically deep-nutritious, bicameral nurturing, eyes.

Custody of the eyes,
risk-management, anger-management, fear-terror management,
does not invite the curiosities of appositional loves,
invitations,
mutual gratitude for still emerging sacred-cooperative humanity,
natural/spiritual nondual dignity,
integration of our potential
for more regenerative,
self/other acclimating,
Earth-Secular/Sacred multicultural health integrity.

George Lakoff reminds us that
“Most people’s first [custodial] experience with governance
[of the eyes and all that eco-bio system that lies bicamerally behind]
is in their family.”
[Here I would pause to extend this family’s self-governing timeline,
back to embryonic beginnings,
Pre-Left-Dominant language development,
to suggest this is where our within-matriarchal family governance
experience first began,
then out, from there,
into identifying a LeftBrain dominant individuated EgoIdentity,
also bicamerally structuring confluent/dissonant polarities,
but also stepping back in time,
now,
suddenly realizing this bicameral-nurturing Ego’s
freedom of eye and mind and ears for those who can hear
Earth’s ecological vocation toward inclusive multicultural health,
echoes RightBrain Elder memory,
DNA encrypted,
RNA co-mentoring nature-spirit root systemic intelligence,
regenerative health
ecopolitical commonly-held conserve-progress senses
that could never work with full regenerative intent
while confined to custody of this EgoIdentity’s marginalized,
repressed,
suppressed eyes.

“Your parents govern you: they tell you what to do,
what’s good for you and bad for you,
and what’s good for the family;”
and, if you are of great glad good health fortune,
how to deep nurturingly learn to love self/other regeneratively,
and why we take care of our health best together,
cooperatively,
rather than LeftBrain ego-centric competitively,
leaning toward fearsome sociopathology,
expecting lesser paranoid beings to practice
custody of the eyes
and to respect YangHubris right to enforce condemning violence
against less enlightened minds and too-liberal bodies.

“In a family,
the means of making sure they [custodial self-governance norms] are carried out
are, positively,
by expressing affection [and curiosity of mind about differences,
diversity,
multiculturality,
plurality,
branches of the family further removed
back in time,
and perhaps currently enslaved and commodified
by competitive LeftBrain aggression
in some oppressively custodial way,
ready to revolt from long-practiced custody of anthrocentric eyes
blind to our healthier regenerative nondual relationships,
denying most of Earth’s enspirited sacred ecosystemic natures],
social pressure [toward cooperatively inclusive integrity, and not so much toward competitively monoculturing egocentricity],
fulfilling desires [especially those emerging from
and cooperatively progressing toward conservation
of eco-health responsibility; healthier climates]
or instilling pride [especially about mutually expansive gratitude
for freedom from custody of the eyes];
and, negatively,
by withdrawing affection,
social isolation [such as custody of the eyes],
denying desires,
instilling guilt or shame,
or physical [condemning powering-over aggression of mindbody ownership, proprietorship, Yang-hubris] force.”

“The [EcoPolitical Earth] Institution…is the Family”
extended to multiculturally include all of Earth’s Organic EcoSystemic Tribes

“The Governing Individual…is a [BiCameral] Parent”
including too-often suppressed nurturing,
integrative,
co-redemptive empowerment mentors

“Those Governed…are Family Members”
co-respected,
mutually respectful,
responsible,
polypathically authoritative,
practicing custody of the senses
to notice ecological therapeutic frames,
climate health potentials,
regenerative, rather than degeneratively-dominating, landscapes,
internal natures as externally shared-OverSoul
enlightening custody
progressing Traditional-Orthodox conservancy
of short- through long-term extended family health
and defensive/integrative ecopolitical DNA/RNA Solidarity safety.

Bodhisattva Tao-Balance Warriors,
CoMessianic AtWo/Man OverSouls,
EcoPolitical Polypathic Matriarch/Patriarchs of ReGenerative Health
no longer cowed and commodified and controlled
by custody of the YHWH-narrow-way wu-wei co-operating eyes,
free to look out and bicamerally recreate
our renewing Ego/Eco-Reality WinWin Game Show.

Freedom from custody
is also bicameral freedom to customize,
to acclimate to our shared sacred-secular primal ecology
of mutually cooperative health and safety,
empathic trust,
Basic Attendance of all nurturing sensory communicators,
living within ecopolitical communities.

 

 

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Integrity of Empathy

Why need we insist on a difference
worthy of significant notice
between universal empathy
and uniting trust in co-relational health?

Whose interests,
economic and/or political,
are served by severing
external face of nature’s intelligent form
from integrity’s internal spirit of regenerate function,
co-empathic trust,
or whatever unlanguaged choices our insides inductively feel
and then deductively-reductively,
yet trustingly,
think feel right
and true,
and good,
and rationally balanced?

How could universal Yang’s empathy
not include unitarian Yin’s integrity of regenerative trust
in DNA’s and older RNA’s decompositional holonic mirrors
of enthymematic fertile rememory?

Why would ought else feel and sound and think
as antipathic negative powers of dissonance,
anticipating chronic ecopolitical paranoia,
vulnerable to further sociopathic condemnation,
exacting higher educational and parenting standards
for ever more fear and anger management?

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