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ReCreating Organic Freedom

We created clients as consumers of education
and called this freedom to learn.

We created competitive,
ranked,
hierarchical,
professional caste-system schools
and called them freedom from unhealthy superstitions of extended families,
freedom from historic threats looming within mysteriously encultured biosystems.

We created prisons
and called them freedom from crime.

We created criminal clients
and called this freedom to enculturate indigenous tensions
struggles between Anger Management housekeepers
and uncivilized crime amongst themselves.

We created corporate ownership
without concomitant social,
political and economic responsibility,
and called it private property,
where once grew healthy therapeutic Commons.

We created slaves to others’ production of corporate wealth
and called us consumers and clients of RealTime,
economic and political competition life.

We created financial wealth
and called it powerful political health.

We created religious culture-fossilized Traditions,
brittle and stagnant absence of healthy evolution,
and called them spiritual-enspirited paths toward healthy vocations.

We created government by popular election
and did not call it survival of the wealthiest EgoCentrists.

We might like to create freedom to learn freedom from anthrocentrism,
to listen to self-governing nutrition-consumers producing co-valued information
about how and where and when we have substituted WinLose shortcuts
for WinWin co-mentoring political,
economic,
ecologically cooperative healthy-wealth of freedom orthopraxis,
organically and spiritually exegetical,
regenerative emergence,
evolving great millennial
and small intimate revolutions
networking Earth’s cooperative consciousness.

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Dancing Through

I would he could write,
or even speak,
as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty.
Confusing hybrid
not safely translated through static language,
these ecstatic moments
entered and left without external shadows,
remembered warmly but soulfully
in shyly smiling muscles
unwilling to let go of life
without breathing music,
refrains training love moments
passion trails of kicks
and balanced leaps of faith
Earth will hold these swirling bones
and arteries of flowing bliss
I must not write too raw
but dance
as if each cell could swell in angry love songs
big and small
fast through slow
up as down
around each day’s write
to dance abandoned freedom’s passion night.

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Thomas The Jefferson’s Train

In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the worst end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford Sons and Daughters Recycling Dump.

Here, midst polyglot stone soups
both informing and deforming,
occasionally reforming,
Thomas declares revolutionary interdependence with Earth’s dignity
as his senior honor’s thesis
read out boldly to collegial students
teaching cultural enrichment,
hoping for autonomic network surges
of WinWin political ecological outcomes.

Thomas, sometimes called Red behind his considerable backside,
discovered repurposing as economic thesis
and recovering recycling paths of golden intentions
as political antithesis
of terrorist fascist Christians
who had hoped to grow up
to join SuperJewish kibbutzisms
which was merely a more high-toned reference
to the pilgrim’s village recycling crashdump
of at-risk people looking for more inviting places
with sufficient space
for the entire upstairs-downstairs Jefferson Tribe
of Arabic DayDream stews
and stud muffins.

When Red heard young Thomas hoped to revive Taoist MidWays
all along pilgrim’s Main Street sonnets and plays
he prayed to Martha Washington
“My heart, my heart,
I could not survive such empire deconstruction!”

Somehow SuperHero Thomas the Jeffersonian Train
regenerated a multicultural chain of fools
to revolve this foxy precycling plant
into a MidWay forest of sweet and sour bodhisattva delights,
currency accepted up as down MidWay’s carnival street
in Jefferson’s NoShirtTicket-NoLaundryService busy mess
of humanity deforming Earth’s Rights
to procreate recreation of poli-econormic education,
schools of synchronic swimming Red Jeffersonian fish
remembering how to pilgrim surf thru interracial plowing seasons
to turn out hot melting stone soup feasts
of uniting nation futures
invested in laundering unhealthy wealth
until Thomas redreamed rainbow cream.

As Thomas this Jefferson Train
pulled away from wu wei pilgrimage station,
he called out to all repurposing Foxes,
Merry CoMessiahs to all nations
and states of recycling benighted dreams.

Now there’s a good night’s sleep
you’ll never address backward inside-out again.

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Trees Rooting Me

Last Autumn we invested in a 0.5 acre
of Mother Earth’s aria,
as sung to Thames River swell and tide,
New England new sprouting this our virgin spring wedding
with this home place,
space of grace.

My urgent first task, now largely complete,
was to partner with the trees and ornamentals,
in Bodhisattva warrior solidarity
with human racing family co-arising co-respiring trees,
counter-revolutioning against upstart thorny opportunistic brambles,
wild grape vines
reaching over all our 0.5 arias of CoBreathing Allies
in brambly weedpatch ways.

I usually tip toward recessive underdogs
and creation stories,
as these are far too often disempowered PostMillennial Occupiers,
these brambles and vines flirting with monoculturing graves
of gracious Trees, and other beings,
draping together to suffocate
0.5 decomposing acres of hungry thorns and briars
waiting for Bodhisattva SuperWarrior Me
to saw and chop and hack,
and sometimes shamelessly slash and smack,
invading over-populating brambly trends
of ivy towering thorns
with empire-building designs
embedding my delightful flesh.

Now, first spring posing tree re-liberation,
leaves speaking young embryonic appreciation,
gentle thank yous opening to more buoyant sunrise,
draped in fallen sins of past neglect,
daring me to turn my well-armed back,
to continue this solidarity with our still-enslaved neighboring trees,
gasping for strength to breathe
through coils of parasitic woody stinging strikes,
blood-thirsty for revenge
snaking dense networked vines
stretching down valley toward river source
of water’s satisfying nutritious displays,
more generous than I would prefer,
taking no sides in this small revolution
within Earth’s 0.5 arias
of stress-afflicted trees.

Without sufficient humility
I more resemble thorny brambles
than wise Elder Trees
rooting through compost-drenched systems
deep down to River’s sacred bed,
rising to meet Full Moon nights of bright.

Yet, in self-defense,
and defense of trees and ornamentals,
I prize our diversity and harmonic balance;
not so much looking for a free ride
up to sun’s commingling paradise.

Now free to speak their new spring intentions,
my neighbor trees, allies,
co-inhabitors of 0.5 Earth acres,
remind me to do my best with them,
try to follow their strong-rooted commingling example,
and avoid proliferating over-populated competitions
for River’s water
and SunGod’s co-arising light.

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Earth Bleeds

Just show up.
You don’t have to solve my world,
resolve my mind to body.
Just show up.

Just grow out.
Throw in whatever wisdom-ologies we can find,
they’ll never rest your peace of mind.
Justice grows out.

Peace flows up.
Down deep where old whores find luck
of justice so blind she’ll never he be
come slippery wet between our beats;
hungry peace flows out.

Just stand up.
Down sliding stairs of glaring need,
gliding prayers of blaring greed,
crying slayers of dual-dark creed,
slying players of slutty breed,
flying nayers of righteous steeds.
Let just us free Earth’s kosmic karmic bleed.

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Prayer to EcoGravity

Forgive me
for sleeping while you weep,
for breathing while you wilt,
for beating strong and true
without you,
foregiven free.

Challenge us
to never swim or fly without you
to dream in Win to Win rich blues
for love’s lusty heroic trust.

Redeem me
for winning
on backs aching with loss,
disharmonic dross,
children drifting out to sea,
sons and daughters with no sure home
save hunger to live free.

Gratitude me
with my up-front deposit
in a rich-nurtured wombing sea,
each choice specific to how I might me,
a fairly well-fed lottery ticket
avoiding large drafts of violence,
balistic anger and fear
seasoned with sorrow
for a tomorrow
without reasonable hope
of better than today
or last,
a chronic path of overpopulated messages
that black and brown and red
and unhealthy victims,
both oppressed and oppressors,
do not matter,
stealthy violent understory
of how we eat our young
before they can learn to fly together
in deep ecology.

Know me,
your nature’s genetic parasite
afraid of my own absorption
within your wild regenetic forest time of loss and decay
where I sleep
to the beat
of a defenseless child
born too soon for time’s welcoming embrace,
born without a culturally significant face
that splatters through our dull history’s consciousness,
no matter
if some grow fatter
while flowers wilt
and next year’s seeds cease speaking
to our trees.

Free me,
from our relentless injustice,
for placing lack of empathy
where surplus of decadent antipathy for you,
for us, together,
breathed and smoldered more addictively,
relentlessly burning out warrior children’s hearts
born in empathic infant love with EcoWe
rebirthing through full-passionate integrity
as covered by EgoMe,
free from investing in slow ego-death silo
of quietly unmindful mediocrity
free to build Earth’s Beloved incubator nest
dreaming-webbing life as RealTime’s space to be,
letting go of life alone at sea
to disinvest from fear of death as EarthTribal We,
eternally
reconnecting EgoMe to echo Earth’s harmonic frequency,
to dance as solar WeSelf-optimizing light of cosmic freedom
with full live-power to feel each EcoYou
within EcoWe.

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ReVisions of Political SugarPlums

Could we see and hear and feel and think better
more ubiquitously and cooperatively
and inclusively
if DreamTime speaks in naturally eco-logical language
of motion as emotions
co-empathically accessible
to all RNA/DNA informated
integratively regenerative
co-arising ecosystemic Ego-programs?

In our dreams
we all speak the same language
of fear and anger, threatening terminal self-hatred,
but also love and joy, promising an eternity of bliss
if only these would not
could not
should not fade and fake
back toward that downside wave,
fear of future without sufficient time
to grow this Ego into an EcoTree,

Bold and graceful
dropping leaves of Wisdom
sinking into fertile thirsty soil,
enculturing healthy rich nutrients
for family,
friends,
community and communication
with all Earth Tribes,
all dreaming in these same emotive languages
of fear and anger
versus love of joy,
versifies relations as elations,
or not-so-much.

Anger about winters past,
fear of fall’s deadly winnowing harvest
of ecolife risking egodeath,
timeless eternity of healthy wealth
or hell,
or most probably something midway between,
the only love within all language,
positive attitude as gratitude
basking in transparent joyous full-summer’s sun
wonder
slowly re-emerging as yet another winter.

In our dreams
we choose to win or lose
as we choose to live,
struggling with or struggling against each Golden Rule,
and usually some of both,
emerges into timeless waves
of how we choose to die.

DreamTime speaks in a universal language
of free rhythm
and dissonantly reversing patterns,
free of time’s double-binding constraints,
to syntax motion,
merge and submerge emotions,
drive regenerating and decomposing,
to polyculture ecologic,
hope for more elational joy of love
as less reductive anger about past times
and less fear of EcoPresent fully regenerating,
nurturing healthier poli-economic time.

Bicameral Time dreams a self-isolating
suboptimizing humane natured species,
with shamanic nature-as-spirit tendencies,
our most articulate eco-mentors
often wandering off into edgy fogs and bogs
to pray for,
breathe and eco-suffer and dance and resonantly sing
outside RealTime’s glaring spotlights
of technological networks
snacking on shallow soundbites.

DreamTime,
free us from relentless injustice,
for seeing lack of empathy
where surplus of antipathy
breathed and smoldered more honestly,
relentlessly burning warrior hearts
in passioned love with Eco-We
reclaiming full-co-arising integrity for Ego-Me,
free from investing in slow
death silos of quiet
laissez-faire mediocrity,
free to live Earth’s incubator nest
dreaming-webbing life as time’s space to be,
letting go of life alone at sea
to invest in sublimely sacred death
into EarthTribal We, eternally,
reconnecting me
to echo Earth’s harmonic frequency,
to dance as solar light of free,
with power to feel each you as me

In Full-Timed Dream of PolyCulturativity
We merge nightmares of incommensurable dissonance
into harmonic bifractal-octave teleology
of time’s 4-seasoned ecotherapeutic reason.

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Race Management

Slavery
enslavement
force of self-imposed ownership
overpowering another’s ego-ownership,
anthro-morbid,
collective ego-morphic tolerance of identity rape,
and the fear and anger, together building hate,
from which enslavement derives;
a culturally camouflaged nondual co-arising relationship
of codependent despair,
self-hatred.

Enslaving force perpetuates Ego’s full-blown angry reduction
in self-identity,
deduction of self,
as someone who could “own” another’s Ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from my freedom
to enslave another’s life,
exterior and interior.

Slave and poverty development owners
internally enslaved by our own hypocritical hubris,
swimming upstream into economically encrusted perpetuation
of cognitive and affective dissonance,
chronic internal homelessness,
hopelessness that I cannot afford to be better,
healthier,
than I am.

Those nations,
corporations,
families,
individuals
codependently addicted to retaining
and further developing
vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from our own cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal from those without enough to thrive,
but also slink away from our own collective mental health,
anxiously fearing freedom’s inevitable reparations,
struggling to repress awareness of nondual codependent enslavement
into entropic death of species.

Hatred combines anger about past with fear of future.
“Anger Management” politics might choose a more transparent therapeutic label,
“Hatred Co-Arising Suppression”.

Decomposing hatred first breathes through “I am Anger,”
listening for Time’s healing simmer,
then decomposing anger about past violations
to embrace rational fears of deadly toxins
enslaving your equitable prospects for a healthy future.

It feels healthy to remember we are Anger
with ourselves
and with each other,
but not against ourselves or others,
for perpetuating enslaving hatred
for stealing wealth from those without sufficient health to thrive
to feed our own unhealthy enslaving greed.

Slavery nondually imposes greedy ownership,
dreadful wealthy lust for power
co-arising with holistic health’s decreasing power,
globally and personally,
without as within.

Very bad karma,
total lack of grace,
not our way to Win-Win race.

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