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LifeCulture Eulogy

As climate pathology peaks
toward climax conditions

LeftBrain privileged blindness
and deafness,
tastelessness
replacing savoring,
absence of green
and sea salty blue
fragrance,
bereft of internal robust feelings
and external wellbeing touch
drop unhealthily
unwealthily away
from enabling organic integrity
to know

Empathy is to spiritual consciousness
as sympathy is to sensory awareness

In this second becoming time,
RightBrain legitimately feeling
our life interdependent systems
awaken Earth’s synergetic
climaxing health potential.

LifeCulture’s organic forms
flow
functions of bionic existence
with rights and lefts
ins and outs
downs and ups
exhales and inhales
forward progresses and backward regresses
democracies and kleptocracies
climax gifts and climate warnings
regenerations and degenerations,

Interdependent liberal health
and conserving wealth,

Left and right iconic hands
and changing wings
and restless legs
and minds
and bodies
becoming resilient
resonant ego-recovering
eco-nonsmothering
bilateral balance.

Healthy organic life systems
reclaim dynamic in/ex-formations
gratefully contributing to Earth’s integrity
of DNA
and RNA regenerative spacetime spirals
of multi-enculturing climate history

As our present LifeCulture result,
bicamerally restores
and restories wealthy resilience
of EarthTribe polyculturing health
within our peak eco-systemically conscious
interdependent sensory ego-selves.

We no longer have time
or even dying space
without healthy place
to deny our privileged race
without rhyming reasons
past panic seasons
for win/lose bargaining
with supreme LeftBrain dominant patriarchalism

Anthrosupremacism
capitalism
colonialism
feudalism
dogmatic monoculturing uncatholicism
denying God’s power to bless sin
yet allow millions of created
recreative
uncreated species
to fade beyond Earth’s remembered
extinctions

Unwanted organic castes
rooted and unflowered
in fertile heterosexism
systemic racism
double-binding binary genderism–
against green democratic cooperatism.

Chronic impatience predicts
peak climates of depression
as critical win/win curiosity
projects positive impressions
fast forwarding through open
whole enlightening systems
empowering EarthTribe co-empathic acceptance

Inviting LifeCulture ego/eco-esteem
recovering our wealthiest hospitality songs
and healthiest horse-powered dances
of tall grass seeds
blowing in fecund wind gusts
secular anthems
sacred hymns
Earth liturgies of spiritual
synergetic
simple celebration

Gifts of responsive responsibility
beget warnings against coincidental
overwhelming natural authority

Culturally searched
and researched,
historically signed
and resigned
and designed
global trans-national peaks of integrity’s crisis
feeding win/win organic bilateral awareness

Explicating/implicating potential
emerging global multiculturing health
fulfilling peak democratic climates
of resilient
resonant co-empathic wealth.

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Torch Song Eulogy

I have given up on us

because you gave up on us

before I ever came along.

 

You saw in me some hope

that maybe you were wrong

perhaps the human race could be redeemed

if just one

would take the time

to notice and care

that you are.

 

But I was not that one for you,

the one to see wealth

where you have it

rather than long to be fed

what is not yours to provide.

 

It breaks my heart to know

that I can’t fix yours.

I step into your absent space

and here I am without you

where I can only see you

as my fixer-upper.

 

I am afraid to be your only love

it feels too much to ask of me

to love you when you’ve never loved another.

Can you tell me why

you never cry

when I try to hurt you?

Can you tell me why you only cry

when I tell you that I want you?

 

But I can’t find you.

I had given up on me

before you ever came along.

 

I saw in you my last dark hope

that I could share myself

without running out

until our dying day.

We would never end

telling stories of now,

and then,

and why we never want this one to end.

We would look outside

in each other’s eyes

and see inside

through each other’s eyes.

It’s those parts under your skin

your mind

your heart

too weak for faith that I might care

and know you as you are.

 

And yet, you hope,

it lingers there,

ringed finger glow reflects,

where we grow hope

that’s positive;

so water it.

 

Rich warm compost hope emerges

from and for lost faith that love could be for us

to share

and from such diverse synergy

grow love for all who come to wear

our radiant worn-out rug.

 

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