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US Negativity Worries Mom

If roses are red
then violets are blue.
If you were as dumb as me
you’d have voted for Trump too.

This election just past,
I never wanted to sin
but I’m so tired of LoseLose wars
when my climate needs Win to Win.

I needed to act
not just say what we say
a little co-operation
could re-landscape my entire day.

If hunters are red
our gatherers feel blue
’cause I was as dumb as the sea
voting for the ocean
as Earth’s TrumpDump for you.

I need to say sorry
to all who are not white male Plutocrats.
Sorry to gay and lesbian and hag,
feminist and cultural diversity
turns from riches to rags
now deemed unworthy to wave
red, white-only, and so-so blue flags.

I’m sorry for nations and nature
now stuck with us.
We’re now disuniting
when Earth needs to be health-cured
and more than our tired school bus
toward further learning how to compete unto death.

If roses are meat red
and violets are queer teen pregnant Marian blue,
I’m so so sorry
I let down angry red climate me
and our ultra-violet octave,
reweaving resonance too.

When roses are no longer me red
and violets are no longer you blue,
then we might transubstantiate,
we see better
as all flowering beauties do.

I should have known
the Party for health of business bottomless lines
would not make my health care,
or even economic security,
their bottom line;

Not health care for women and children,
all the children of the World,
red and yellow,
black and white,
they are not so precious in Trump’s sight.

I knew when I did it
my Jesus loving Mom never would have.
Republican by Christian Evangelical birth-rite,
she would not have voted for health care
of Publican and Pharisee bottom lines,
especially those insuring and financing further investments
in war-profiteering military-industrial-agribusiness complexly self-interested deposits,
which she defined as rackets and mayhem,
when she could find any other choice for her vote
more friendly to health care and security
of Jesus’ multiculturing kids.

If roses are red
and violets are blue
I would have listened to Mom’s Jesus Spirit,
instead of Dad’s Red-Paranoid 1950’s Terror and DiSpirit
regarding 1960’s LoseLose multiculturing condemnations
of Plutocratic White Gods of War
and sexual exploitation,
homophobia and fake, ecopolitically sold-out, Christianity
while Gaia was, and remains, clearly on the side of optimal health
and security
of women and children of all species,
and other polypathic ecological nutrition-lovers
of healthy kids,
red and yellow,
black and white,
roses and violets in Her sight.

If roses were red blue
and violets were blue red
how much easier it could be
to see inside each cooperatively intended head.

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Open Letter to StudentLeaders

An open letter to new legislators,
new chief executive officers,
new judges,
and all new healthy climate parents and other advocates.

When you were in the process of securing this new position in your life,
and, hopefully, the lives of your extended family,
you probably were expected to speak fluently
about how your past experiences,
often negative,
had prepared you for this vocation at this time,
to represent the most prosperous and healthiest interests
for all within your electoral/appointive constituency, first,
and then, as possible,
for all people everywhere.

You were elected/appointed.
So presumably you do this well,
this learning from past negative experience
to suggest how we will do better
with your future in this empowered choice-making office
representing both your extended intentional family’s healthiest wealthiest interests
and also, with further maturation,
extending those economic and political responsibilities for just and peaceful leadership
across your full constituency of bio- and ecosystems.

This fluency between experience and problem-solving reflection,
discernment,
is presumably why we elected or appointed you
to carry often heavy responsibilities for others
with, hopefully, the right freedoms of authority;
not too much to become a poor listener and fellow-student,
and not too little
to eventually despair that you know it all,
you know far too much about why we all seem to be losing healthy climates together
when our most earnest integrative intention is to grow more cooperatively owned
and managed health-climates,
and landscapes,
bodies and constitutions,
corporations and organic incarnations
evolving regenerative health,
negatively defined as negatively correlated
with bicameral compete/cooperate pathology,
sometimes developing chronic paranoid ecopolitical fear-mongering;
the Original Student’s Sin of promulgating further cognitive-affective dissonance,
as hidden as the Emperor’s Empty Plutocratic Clothes.

It more harmoniously seems,
in this moment of your-our economic and political gratitude
for ever-new opportunity,
you have a fundamental choice to make
about your decision-making process itself
while living within your chosen office(s).

1. It is now my turn
to come through on all those verbal commitments I made
to myself
and to those who have put me behind this desk,
or even on this pedestal,
based on wisdom of learning curves rooted in past regenerative experience,
and degenerative nightmares,
and my understanding of the positives and negatives,
the nutrients and the toxins,
apparently endemic to our shared ecopolitical experiences.

Here, you see yourself more as a teacher
than a co-mentoring deep cooperative learning,
co-passionately discerning,
co-empathically trusting more than mistrusting Earth’s ecological regenerative health,
student.

2. It is now my well-timed opportunity
to step more deeply into my learning curve.
What do these voices of these constituents,
those now in my day to day learning experience,
most want to discuss and contest with me that we actively hope to learn about together?
How can I share this learning process with my most multiculturally informed,
and informing, constituents?
[Or, in the case of more therapeutic parenting, our kids.]
How can I bring this larger extended family along
on this our new journey of ecopolitical cooperative discovery
about what promises to optimally WinWin
improve regenerative short and long-term health and security trends?

On the other hand, what promises to continue to degenerate
all that Business As Competitively Usual
that I had invested in my Win/Lose campaign speeches
but not in my wiser and more WinWin moments and days and weeks?

Cooperative-evolving, revolving, resonating
more compassionate,
more deeply learning about active loving integrative hearts
and confluent rather than dissonant bicameral ecological minds
and DNA-fueled bodies
and RNA-reweaving root-prime ecotherapeutic nutritional environments
and health v pathology climate experiences on planet Earth.

We approach this time of 2020 gratitude
more deliberately investing in cooperative ownership and management
of our political economies.
Democracies begin to choose to invest in deeper and wider democratic ownership
rather than more competitive plutocratic management and ownership.

Economies,
like the poli-nutritional powers from which they derive
investment and divestment values,
with monocultural plutocratic capitalist WinLose understories,
devolutionary paranoid and nihilistic anthrocentric theories
passing as survivalist evolutionary rational theory,
will always under-perform
more regenerative health of multiculturing democratic,
co-empathically more trusting than mistrusting, polities,
deep listening toward Left/Right
as EgoYang/EcoYin
Tao of ReGenerative DNA EcoPolitics
with PermaCultural (0)-DissonantWaste Balance Outcomes.

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Muddy Tree Family

I’m planting trees today.
Cherry trees in front,
Peter on the street,
Paul in the middle,
with Mary closest in toward the house,
all on the far side of our gravel drive.

On the same southern side,
along my neighbor’s new above the eyebrows 8-foot fence,
backside facing me,
which is fine,
more backdrop character for vines and ivy,
preferably less poisonous,
I also plant three larger fruit trees,
Dillen first,
then Spencer,
then Daquan,
after my three sons
in that original adoption-planting order.

Then, by the front porch
on northern side,
an apple tree
named Marvin after Gaye,
my first love before I knew what mine felt right like.

Three thornless blackberries
planted in the back,
Matthew first, of course,
with shared Beatitudes,
then Mark, progenitor of gospel vocation stories,
then Luke the ecotherapeutic Medicine Bush,
luxuriously black berryed, Agape.

All this vast recently adopted extending family
to greet and nourish my multiculturally mutually adopted,
and sometimes quite dysfunctionally malnourished,
human fractured family,
but rarely allowed to go to bed angry or frightened,
at least by each other.

While planting I go in and through our home
with my muddy gardening shoes,
remembering my mother’s exasperated voice,
Who tracked all this mud through my kitchen?!
and my standard response,
The mud-tracker prefers to remain anonymous.

I’ll just bet he does,
she responds,
as I reach for broom and dustpan.

Then later,
Why, of all things, would you choose to track through all this muddy gay identity?
I was really planning on birthing a Saint!
and my response, of course,
The filthy queer prefers to remain anonymous.

I just hope he does,
I can hear her thinking
as I plant Peter, then Paul,
then Mary, the cherries.

About that same time,
while sorting through syncretic interdependence of regenerative economics as power-politics,
my mother wondering why I would choose to head toward Hell
as an unredeemed Taoist,
and my response
The evilish Taoist-Christian hybrid
prefers to remain both atheistically anonymous
and power-theistically full of sacred diastatic abundance.
In other words,
polypathically and multiculturally empty,
and yet co-redeeming as co-loving interdependent fertility does,
not just pinefully and whinefully intends.

About this time I am singing
my final adoption by baptism rite with Marvin Gaye,
Otis Redding’s “These Arms of Mine”
dedicated to all those transubstantiating syncretic polyculturists
inside, as ecopolitically outside,
even if preferring sacred organic co-rootedness
to secularly remaining as anonymous as a wordless tree.

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Conjectures of a Taoist Witch

She seemed a Taoist witch to me,
with Nature free of kind grace-filling restraints.

Surprise, then, follows her response,
“Of course I recognize Jesus as son of God
and further,
celebrate his good news
that God’s creative nature remains in an evolving,
extending family way,
pregnant with healthy sons and daughters
each divinely humane,
at least potentially in time’s regenerate fullness,
our healthiest wealth wu wei.”

Not sure this sounds quite wrong enough
to provoke my evangelical supremacy,
I can only laugh with fertile pregnancy
of a less domesticated God.

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BareBones EcoPolitical Zeroism

Radicals of PostMillennial Zeroism,
like Fundamental-Basic PreMillennial Taoism:

Yang presents unmitigated monopolistic political omnipotence.

Yin hides totally purged (recessed)
economic flat-line absence of positive nutritional flow trend,
omni-polypathic nonpresent exformed.

Just as Nature abhors these primal vacuums of appositionality,
there is no such thing as either of these two extremities,
just as there is no such thing as YangSpace
without Yin’s bilaterally evolving notpast-notfuture NOW time.

And, their divinely humane ecopolitical stage
balances MidWay Wu Wei
issuing advent of M.L. King’s (et. al.)
Beloved Climaxing Cooperative Community,
Family,
EarthTribe,
and any other polypathic ecological system
we might care to nondually and multiculturally co-arise together.

Our new democratic-plutocratic healthy wealth
of Zero-Soul-Sum-Core-Axial-Integral ecopolitical revolutions.

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Good Earth Prophesies

Beware of those who would solicit your political or economic loyalty
by attributing to you
fear, anger, and/or hate motivations,
concerns,
issues you presumably share.

Loyalty,
potentially sustainable through multiple regenerations,
follows the lights and richer-hued darks of your positive motivations,
shared loves and hopes
and multiculturing beauties of healthier nutrition.

Shared pathologies breed merely mutual immunities.
CoMentoring, CoArising Loyalties
respond to shared empathic trusts,
roots of political and economic positive relationship,
rather than absence of relativity, integrity,
or even a decent sense of humor.

Encourage your parents to read this,
suggest thet kindly invite your more generously mindful loyalty,
rather than immunity of mutual-absence,
Business As Usual,
once again.

Expect your political parties
to remember parties evolve following invitations to share love,
not fear, not hate
and eventual pathological dismemberment,
financial marginalization,
and terrors of toxic monoculturing stews,
monopolistic supreme-designs.

Feed actively cooperating empathy,
to starve hyperactive competing fears
and angers
and hatreds reinforcing corporate/familial/tribal enculturing distrust.

Beware those who would use your fears
because they are not resourceful enough
to own and name and claim our co-empathic ecopolitical loves,
Earth’s optimally healthy-therapeutic wealth.

Beware of false Medicine Men.

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Political Artists

Brilliant writers
have recommended to younger students,
to only write if they cannot live without doing so.

Elder successful icons of artistic expression,
dance,
voice,
drama,
sculptors
have similarly advised apprentices,
do not do as I have done
unless you could do naught else.

But what about parenting?
speaking of artistically nutritional communication,
visually and sensually rich therapies
for growing eyes and minds
ears and tastes and bodies.

Does successful and beautiful communication
in the public eye
place leadership demands on empathic consciousness,
benign commitment to prophetic integrity,
any less rigorous than organizing private daily 24/7 healthy incarnation liturgies?
co-mentoring creation and recreation performance rituals,
expressions of grace,
both empathically healthy and innocently, yet climatically, pathological..

Wondrously skillful parenting
requires more mindful consciousness commitment,
focus,
cooperative economic skills,
than does an artist’s Great Literature wheelhouse.

Parents cringe too often reminded,
not by our truth as beauty artists,
but by the occasional eruptive child
becoming who they are and would not be
because of your prior commitment to self-regeneration,
not theirs,
preferably within a somewhat healthy functional relationship.
Being a parent is a vocation,
but being a child could be play as vocation-filled learning.

If you do not believe your children would become good parents yet,
then these are those moments and places
where you were born to master eco-artistic regenerating leadership,
expression
perhaps even a letter or a poem,
a story,
parable,
analogy,
metaphor,
animate your diagrams,
resort to song and dance,
born to choose family-appropriate humor
over dramatic terrorist and operatic plots.

Avoid monopolistic singing in minor keys,
and don’t race your synergetic waltz
into a tornado of enslaving ego- and anthro-centric supremacy,
as this would demonstrate an embarrassing lack of commitment
to their truth as beauty futures,
the artistic leadership of co-mentoring
empathic political and economic Master Parent Certification,
unfortunately, perhaps, rather a lifetime process.

Here again,
we uncover a problem with our arts in education model.
Skilled ecotherapeutic educators and leaders,
such as WinWin strategically creative parents,
are those who most deserve,
and want to become,
Doctors of Loving Wisdom—PhiloSophia,
Medicine Women and Men,
shamanic co-mentors of Earth’s nutritional and pathological powers
through nutritional familial communication.

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Families That Stay Together

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

Perhaps.
If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe’s Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth’s nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature’s regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,
together?

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don’t think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe’s baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light’s perfume of regenerative choice.

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Sunday 9 PM

When younger, less afraid of dying.
Even now, less afraid of dying
than fearful I am already too dead for fully functional resuscitation.

Maybe it’s just another Sunday 9 PM,
last dregs of responsible weekend parenting,
trying to remember, or forget,
why I thought parenting would be good for my spiritual life,
unlike eremitic vows
or even celibacy.

No, not for me
such traditional socio-pathologies,
our generation will become eco-mentors
of polycultural cooperativity!

What an exhausting idea,
swollen with multisystemic mediocrity,
sad happiness of merry despair,
meeting alien teenagers,
shape-shifting into truly terrifying young adults,
half way between my eternally wise ZenZero bicameral ecoconsciousness
and their wildness,
their unreformed perfect creepiness
stretching my boundaries of reasonable life expectations.

I’m far less afraid of dying
than I fear their fading away without me
to remind them each and all
of how utterly exhausting we are together.

Another Sunday 9 PM
remembering to forget
my spirited natural life
if only until 6 AM.

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