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BlackBird Pie

What do you need right now?

I feel like I would enjoy a long retreat
from human voices,
a free to reverse
get out of jail vacation
from inside voices,
especially my own.

Who would keep you entertained?
Who would you listen to
with affection,
passion,
curiosity,
interest,
engagement,
immersion,
amusement,
without hearing human voices,
including your own?

Maybe I would learn to speak in squirrel scold
and nutty chatter,
in buzzing bee,
whining predative mosquito searching,
warning rattler,
purring and hissing cat,
stoned silly river sibilant
sad satiated sensory sunset
moon rise advent of enlightening mystery
surf breathing ocean, inhaling and slow shushing out
demented and delighted dreamscapes,
hawk warnings
mourning dove reassurances
Earth’s undisputing stillness
still partially well

Blessing silly ravens
cawing out for each other,
“Here we brazenly are, together;”
never having heard of blackbird pie,
unthinkably naive,
unspeakable joy of togathering flight
without tomorrow’s forbidding consequences.

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Military FireWork

He said the undiplomatic cost
to all of us freedom celebrators,
to firstborn sons and daughters,
to last born future children,
would be far less
than its liberating value.

Value for and against whom?

Value for and against what healthy purpose?

Value for and against which wealthy constituents?

He couldn’t say,
or wouldn’t,
or shouldn’t

Because he couldn’t listen
and wouldn’t savor
democratic peace.

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Hold Me Tight

Hold me tight
to free me
from this screaming isolation.

Hug me right
to free me
for our streaming restoration.

Hear me fight
here to free us
from my darkest dream depression.

Speak this night
for freedom
from our wrong self-shaming
other-blaming impressions,
cold climates of suppression,
heated hates for oppression,
reserved and calculated rates
for irreverent repressions.

Hold me tight
to free me
from this lack
of free associations.

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Why Capitalism Failed

I’m reading a publication of Yale Press,
a “centrist” polemic against the LeftBrain’s libertarian excesses,
and against RightBrain’s sinister shadow
of totalitarian uniformity
playing nihilistic lose/lose
on a global interpersonal
public sector stage three
of nationalistic climate annihilation,

Where RightBrain’s win/win golden shadow
prefers indigenously universal integrity,
communion of ancient multicultural diversity,
playing democratically healthy win/win games
on an intrapersonal through global climate stage four
of 20-20 revolutionary peace
as also restoring LeftBrain cognitive bicameral consciousness.

Here I’m finding a Roman Catholic skewed analysis
of a “sexual revolution”
as sinister shadow
of Enlightenment attraction to individual freedoms
over social responsibility
and even public sector moral rules
of natural/spiritual law.

While I can see and feel historic accuracy here,
at the same time
this Liberalism
as described
is not at all the Liberal Religion I experience in UU,
or even the Liberal Education
I receive and give
in compassionate win/win dialogue
and everyday conversation.

Nor is this misnomer for Patriarchal Capitalism
what I experience with Friends
and in mature mainline Christian meetings
communions
sanctuaries from win/lose zero-sum
Business As Monoculturally Usual
way too theoretical and theo-unlogical and transcendent
to inform everyday natural communication,
much less ecologically healthy relationships.

Nor is libertine sexualized pathology
what I have experienced in the Liberal multicultural love
of compassionate Earth,
multiculturally interdependent EarthTribes,
and ecologically healthy inter-relationships
of natural/spiritual compassion.

The Liberal I am concerned about conserving,
and the Liberals I celebrate multicultural communion with,
are strongly
emotionally committed
co-invested in Earth
and natural law
and spiritual order
as an interdependently freeing web
connecting egalitarian dignity
of all
God’s/Goddesses’/Earth’s
living healthyLeft/wealthyRight
minded-hearted
polypathic
polyphonic
polynomials not-not ZeroSum
becoming bicamerally ego/eco
yang/yin
nature/spirit
secular/sacred liberated lovers
of integrally conservational co-passions.

This Liberal I would myself, with others, conserve
for healthy purpose,
The Liberals I conservatively know
in my own reserved
yet internally changing
creolizing
transubstantiating
co-acclimating
co-passioning way,
would no more let go of our interdependent web
of Earth’s truthful
trusting
and beautiful nature/spirit nondual interface
of Enlightenment,
than grab hold too conservatively
too tightly to individual rights to speak and do
that would infringe on Others’ rights
to freely listen to transparent truths
and behave with openness to change
for growing healthier and wealthier and wiser
vulnerably interdependent Beauty Paradise.

Which, if I recall,
takes us back,
full circle,
to the internally felt Light
that originally
and democratic constitutionally
sparks individual RightBrain Enlightenment Eras,
interdependent nutritional augmentation of organic health-webs,
in response to
LeftBrain Industrial-Weaponed Violent Revolutions,
autonomous capitalism’s fragmentation
born of white male privileged apartheid.

What is midway central
is also narrow-way double-bound
egalitarian Left nature
co-arising
interdependent Right holonic spirit.

Now that’s in the book Iain McGilchrist wrote
and Yale Press also published.

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Summer Hostage

Our small loop of a street
usually quiet
Today receives a loud grooming
with chain saws
and wood chippers
and diesel trucks slicing
and ruining silence
into anti-solitude.

This is my last day off
until summer school begins
in two sultry weeks.

Morning rain passed through
to breezy summer camp sun,
crisp shade tree shadows
moving slightly within lush grass
waiting for my non-motorized mower.

It feels queer…
I feel queer,
at sixes and sevens
at 67,
to trust that I need
not just more solitude
to become healthy again,
but more silence
to become vocally wealthy
again.

To go
or to stay
here
too near a State highway
trafficking toward two casinos
now more native to American economies
than Native Americans to empowerment.

This last bus
not quite upon us
while thoughts wonder
and feelings wander
about shouting sawers
and clanging chipper
banging my longing
back to a rural dirt dust-path
along side a Michigan Centennial Farm
where I knew breezy
silent
summer encampment days
of solitary
fresh freedom.

I wonder why
we can’t go home again,
Yet I can go back to childhood
solitude served up
in sacred silence
unsettling memories
of childhood freedoms lost.

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Love, Love, Love

Love, love, love.
Every needy thing’s about more
and better
love,

Unless you’re at a political rally.
Then we’re all about patriotic, patriotic, patriotic,
Or Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
Although if we are not free
to feel patriotic or not so much,
then I suppose what is needed
is more Love, Love, Love.

More active compassion,
more listening mindfulness,
more global, if not universal, consciousness,
more robust and resilient relationships
with co-migrant populations,
plants,
planet.

More, more, more
Love, love, love…

Why do we multiculturally long for secular love
and sacred grace
and win/win karma,
yet speak
and endlessly sing
for such long-winded
and short-winged cooperative relationships?

While investing so little time listening
to him
and her
and competitive/cooperative him/her,
as Left makes Right loves Left
full-circle again.

Creator God speaking theological
and creation goddess listening ecological
EarthTribes in love with loving experience

Of and for healthy ego-
wealthy eco-relationships,
wise as also well-being compassions

Listening to, “Love, love, love”
co-investing every communing harmony
playing and working life
through deeper and wider
active listening for timeless love.

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She Thinks About Fame

She thinks about fear
with quick step of right foot

And thinks about why
as she swings with strong left

Why she can’t think
of a name
When he’s deep in his greed
for more fame.

Should it not be the case
famous greed has a face?
This greed for His fame
should have Her blazed name
for His infamous Self

Hidden
yet naked
green greed of Her ego-less
to be known
and renowned,
pre-nouned
and revered.

She thinks about envy
to be set apart
with slower right steps
toward most famous of all
on His left.

She worries Her right
to collectively fight
to forget her DearLord’s clearly wrong
infamous death,
A long-term event
in autonomous greed
known only in crossing
His terrorizing Left

He longs for omnipotence
She knows as lack
of changing endurance.

He belongs omnipresently right
She feels nowhere left
to polypathically go.

He wants righteous omniscience
She fears nothing left to learn

Where greed envy colonies
greet Her past sullen deeds
and furious inflamations
wrestling with fear
stepped out and in right
of fame’s polyphonic refining destinations
steeped left

Marching and arching
preening while gleaning
knitting while needing
sleeping while slurping
faming while lurking
blaming in shaming
disgusting and lusting
crusting while rusting
lacking more lucking

Infamous need
to find absence of greed
in original silent green
win/win ultra-nonviolet
Her passioning seeds
His humbling tombed greeds.

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