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Disempowering Missions

Begin
by composing grandly outsized mission statements,
“To end racism, ignorance, sin.”

Continue
to accept past win/lose separations,
divorces,
fragmentation
as tolerable compromises
while power-wrestling business as capitalistically, financially
and politically, socially, culturally, historically
and psychologically, individually, ego-systemically
and ecologically, tribally, communally, eco-systemically
and theologically usual competitions.
“My gospel,
self-empowering truth,
is more divinely inspired than yours.”
Rather than,
“How have our diverse gospels become inherited
from past compassionate win/win
divinely inclusive,
multiculturing SacredSources?”

Conclude
with all your old right answers
and not any newly shared curious
and open questions.

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Too Long Past Due

What’s the point of suicide
when I feel already dead inside?

Too long past due
pulling breath’s last plug
last gasp
last primal scream
for and against capital colonizing campaigns
but acted out in dizzying silent mime,
rumored to be a scary thing
this last big surrendering event
before unconsciousness
of changing time
marching inevitably forward
and backward,
out
and back in
until no more back
or in.

But what frightens this fading identity most,
No one will know a difference,
notice I’m different,
least of all
decaying from within
me.

Already unconscious
subconscious,
merely skirting conscious life
precedes flirting with absence of awareness,
burning bridges
pulling life plugs
turning out my lights
already too dark to hear
fear memories
too alarming to feel
images
too disarming to care for power
for light

Too defining
future past experience
enlightening
too long
refining
past due
healing
organic capital investments
ourselves
too long overdue.

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King of the Hill

When I was a ginger eight
my many cousins and I liked to play
King On The Mountain,
or at least the older and stronger
enjoyed being on top of a grassy mound
as lesser beings formed military alliances
further magnifying their/our winning majesty
in this empire-struggling win/lose game.

Engaged in our playful struggle
so long as autonomous individuals
and cooperative team members
continued to win often enough
to retain recreative tension
about push and shove battle outcomes.

Issues of patriarchy
with feminist trust levels
did not emerge
as I recall,
although this may be because we were cousins
already well acclimated to our sensory/sensual diversity
and recreational integrity
for resilient play without anyone getting seriously hurt,
emotionally or physically,
spiritually or naturally.

Patriarchal offenses
and retaining the King’s defensive power
over all comers
may be more of an issue for long-exercised narcissists
in immature adult full-bloom rabidity,
speaking and doing viral negative
degenerative
pushes and shoves,
name calling
and invitations to go back home
rather than respect for tenacity,
trying to become King of the Mountain
cooperatively together.

Somehow we found enough emotional room
for everyone at the top or the bottom.
We came to trust each other enough
to know and feel critical differences
between sometimes winning and sometimes losing
degenerative/regenerative in-between tension
lapsing toward probable lose/lose chaos
and win/win recreative intention
of contests balancing autonomous competition
with interdependent cooperation

Creative and recreative strategies
to keep our hill full of healthy opportunity
to share times of aristocratic supremacy
in a challenging, yet freely engaged, game market
that all my cousins would continue investing in
so long as each win/lose struggler
continues to feel reassured
cared for and with
more than plotted against
dissonant and dismissed.

When this role play exercise ended
we would all go back to becoming the same ego characters,
personalities
primal relatives that our mothers bore

So we would have each other to play King of Mountains,
Queen of the Romantic Ball,
and Who Can Spit Watermelon Seeds Furthest,
most accurately,
with the highest graceful arc,
with the least and loudest spitting noise, etc.

If we had known
King Of The Capitalist Hill
is the only local through global Game
of win/lose power
on an overcrowded planet,
I wonder if our trust
in win/win interdependent healthy outcomes
would remain so robustly influential
to our affiliative strategies
and compassionate cousin feelings.

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Between Heaven and Hell

To deliberately
mindfully
with full integrity,
intentionally choose to live
between Heaven and Hell
may be the most sacred gift of all returns.

This Messianic gift
is also the Bodhisattva in-between
back and forth
narrow way gift of discerning
win/win relationship potential
within win/lose past communications,

Sacred opportunity
without secular risk
within, and emerging from,
business as left-brain dominant usual,

Ours to offer each other
through empowering courage–political,
positively invested curiosity currency

[micro through macro economic,
ego through eco logical
zero-prime relational],

transparently uniting-inviting,
so not negatively judging and violating and threatening,

universally vulnerable,
so profoundly multicultural compassion.

To live between Heaven and Hell
is a messianic choice
not only for everyday conversion
into one sacred holonic Body,
but even more intimately
a choice within every moment.

Choices are regeneratively supported
by healthy verbal and non-verbal environments,
sanctuaried sacraments,
sacred ritual experiments
with people,
plants,
planet,
all EarthTribe living species
and organically interdependent ecosystems
inspiring
and inspired by Paradise past
recreating Heaven’s fulfilling future.

Life is this cross
over and back
and forth,
up and down,
in and out,
like breathing in Heaven and Hell
and breathing out Hell or Heaven
in each conscious thought
through mindful choices,
hopeful curiosities,
vulnerable courage,
transparent positive/negative passions

For and against
outward and inward
upward and downward,
between enspiriting inspiring Heaven
and denatured expiring Hell.

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Tools Become Weapons

LeftBrain uses words
like communal tools
and autonomous weapons

While RightBrain invites rhythms and patterns of sound
and silence
like poetry
and lyrics,
sometimes angry and frightened turbulence
sometimes loving and reassuring sibilants
murmuring Earth’s quietness.

Of these,
LeftBrain weaponed words
cannot be truly free
speech to unwarned
so unprotected
listening libertarians,
messages fired against militant non-listeners
already armed to demolish
voices unprepared for retribution.

Healthy tools become deadly weapons
when used against
those they were transparently designed
to vulnerably serve
strength of LeftBrain truth
as RightBrain’s chiming beauty.

Without these two
held proactively together,
free speech is any message
from any medium
tragically unfree.

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Natural Tea Intelligence

“Nature yields to artifice,
not artifice to nature.”
Iain McGilchrist

Winning yields to lost and last identity,
not ego-loss to healthier winnings,
more ecosystemically robust.

LeftWing values for transparent
inclusive
democratic rights
more than royalistic wrongs,
yield to RightWing
nationalistic
white supremacy,
not artifice to integrity
of healthy climax powers.

Integrity yields to dualistic mendacity,
not artifice to InTegriTea,
seasoned by and with Earth
Mothering experience,
memory,
longing,
promise,
passion…

Embracing compassion yields to anthro-hubris snarcyschism,
Win/Win gives out to Lose-society/Lose-individual
divided cynicism,
not Lose/Lose mendacity
found in TegriTerrestrial Tea.

Drinking inTegri Tea
is a wonder spatial
awesomely timeless temporal
way to set aside sufficient Right
over not enough Left time
to communion within
and out our perpetually migrant sensual selves.

When I drink in TegriTea,
I only drink ego’s eco-integrity.

I don’t need to think
about tomorrow’s objectives
but also feel with fellow-migrant in TegriTea subjective
workers yielding to co-players,
mentors yeilding emotive facilitators
of compassioned communication.

I can stop all my alien divestments
while I drink in TegriTea.

When ego stops disembodied abstractions,
I can double-bind eco-attending
in natural/spiritual TegriTea.

There and here
only InTegriTea’s vast watering potential.

Here embodied
and Now timelessly temporal
is only we/me
in TegriTea
co-passionate inspiraling

Between me
and Inte-gritty
natural/spiritual
outside/inside connection,
re-connecting soil and soul.

I don’t want or need a cell phone
or computer
or even language
to watch and listen in TegriTea’s communion.

In RightWing dominant fact,
because I’m not emotionally speaking,
I can wealthier track
within this co-passioning in TegriTea

Ego breathes in,
I am aware inTegriTea’s fragrance
is here,
Ego is aware
my RightWing dominated body
smells in TegriTea feeling
and I’m eco-aware
that passion’s passing InTegriTea
grows healthiest
in resilient HereEmbodied
Now in TegriTea.

“Drink in TegriTea!”
invites a ZeroSoul Zen command
to bring me back
to our true
and trusted EarthMother wounded womb.

Don’t just think about and around
emotionally intelligent communion.

Be Here embodied
Now minded,
climate united in TegriTea.

I am trusting
this vortex time is by climate invitation
and not by paranoid
absence of co-present passion.

I am not yet a spiraling shadow;
I am embodied health
in TegraNation process,
and Earth outside knows
and inside feels
rations and reasons,
loves and passions

This Here/Now
a bilateral vortex in TegriTea’s cup,
deep and yet wide
yang and yet yin binomially stretched out
and down,
north
and south,
west
and east,
right
and left out
and in my tea-washed
tea-fueled
tea-nourished
tea-nurtured
in TegriTerrain co-passion,
spatial spiraling Wonder
returning hiccup in timeless Awe.

LeftWing green nature tea
yields reluctantly
to RightWing disembodied
spiritualized fake-zeal,
not RightWing unhealthy secular artifice
to LeftWing sacred health,
liberally sacred loving
liberate ionic
ironic
iconic IntegriTease’
emotionally intelligent Nature

Yields to artifice,
not cognitive artifice
to sacramental Nature.

Note: Originally inspired by Thich Nhat Hanh’s “Drinking Tea in Mindfulness,” pp. 149-50, The Art of Communicating​.

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