My grandparents’ grandparents,
all sixteen, digging, rooting cultural meristems and caps,
young adults, adolescents during our 1880s,
post Civil War.
What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude
for human nature’s lavish wealth of diversity?
The internal war,
opening history’s gate to tell new stories
of learning civility,
Basic Positive Attendance,
passionate open minds and systems
racing toward freedom from fears
of cultural and languaged differences,
freedom to fear that only light skinned Europeans
were fully human natural,
freedom for growing toward our multiracial abundance.
Pushing rocks, or even through them,
skirting obstacles,
scouting tendrils,
entirely unaware that each was part of many,
reach toward deep ecology, mineral water,
interpenetrating Earth’s negentropic neural network
of nailed gnarled tips,
shepherding diastolic capillaries
rooting down and in, conjoining Earth’s heart.
My grandparents,
all four introducing our 1920’s
Zone of Elongation
gorging newly opened borders
spilling into speak-easy Enlightenment,
reconnecting to global roots
back to Europe and Asia and Africa,
mysteries of Middle Eastern religious diversity
still pouring through our DNA
soaking up like Yang-submerged hydraulic jacks
of mystical romance
swimming in melting pots of sub-cultural chauvinism,
adolescent freedom faith in
absolute faith of freedom,
with national pride growing competitively long
chauvinist economics
of wet wealth’s drowning inflation
marched blindly toward a natural systemic scale.
My generation,
the long hairs of the 1960s
sprouting out a New Cooperative Age vision,
a collective hazy pilgrimage,
from Vietnam through women’s racial riot,
forty years of wandering,
slow dehydration in our emergent ecologic desert
of cultural despair.
Peace and free love,
our call to rebellious alarms
soaking up dissonant wild wisdom
spinning and spreading across and up
toward a zero-sum cooperative economic theory
of abundant information networks
exchanging skills and stories,
a newly polycultured red dawn.
Long hair magnets attract permacultured shamans
prehending information’s balanced polynomial string theory,
a (0) smooth-structured soul food
sustaining absorbent cultural advent,
a limber prescient taproot
through this Trans-Millennial Generation.
Equitable peace with inclusive justice,
love and synergy,
compassion and right mindfulness,
permacultured orthopraxis,
transpecies expressed,
predicated within our grandchildren’s generation.
Transcendent information and communication
networks flying, echoing, reiterating,
crowd-sourcing ecological sap
dreamed with longing tears by long-haired elders.
Each bi-generation reincarnating nature’s root system
of positive teleological hope for this taproot
now emerging into cultural consciousness
a spring, a sprout, a twig,
a precocious trunk promising branches
with cooperating productive leaves
and richly pollinated organic flowers
flowing with glorious gratefully incarnated diversity,
our Tree of Life full bloom,
now finally Self-Aware,
grateful for history’s nutrient roots,
paradise shared with birds and worms
sun and water and air
breathing and beating
our forceful steady stream of dreamy swimming
Yes!
At last, at last,
We share our InformNational Dream,
full moon beams rapturing Gaia’s radiant dark skin.
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