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WinWin Invested Wombs

Before dimensional
discontinuous investment returns
of MotherLand
there was a water womb
of continuous gifts
growing through primal matriarchal relationship
of deep gifting vulnerability.

Intimate wonder comes prior to thoughts
of becoming more deeply connected,
invested,
in both natural and spiritual ways.

Warm water womb
births landscapes
for exploring nature-spirits,
whether emerging from a distended womb
or a fertile egg
or a vulnerable seed
filled with wondrous unfolding potential integrities
of previously well-Landed interrelationships.

Restorative justice and peace
originates here,
in water’s intimate embryo
fueled by a gift economy of WinWin Wonder
predicting politically powerful cooperative relationships
should we Land
and continue regeneratiing
restoring Zero-Sum balance
love
harmony
grace
synergy
between Yang passions of well-wombed egos
and yin’s restorative wombs
sufficient
perfect
nutritional nurturing integrity
of purpose
with healthy intent,
vocations reweaving wealthy Landed cultures
born of EarthMother’s vulnerable
intimate politically double-bound warm waters.

For there to be retributive Land beneath our exhausted feet
there was first restorative water
to welcome our potential gifts.

For us to become filled with Earth’s spatial wonders
there was first a timeless bilateral gift economy,
sufficiency as grace
through vulnerable sacred nurturing,
secular nutritioning,
WinWin dipolar exchanges,
wealth of healthing Wonder.

Before the dualism of landscapes
there was water immersion.
Before restorative water,
waves of redistributive winds.
Before winds of time and change and revolutions,
sacred WinWin Wonder.

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Irrational Numbers, with Lyrical Pretensions

The number of folks sitting
on the back porch
waiting
for peace to strike,
like waiting for my garden to grow
without yet having planted it.

The number of people
noticing that chronic victims
suffer from critical victimization events,
minus the number who also notice
that chronic crimers
also suffer from critical
criminalization
events.

The number of people
horrified by the number of victims
of prejudicial discriminashunishtion
against their ethnicity,
economic lack of class,
and suitable gender,
and age of maturation
but also unaware
of how we celebrate
positive multicultural discriminations
for diverse ethnicities,
economic cooperative sufficiencies
of fairly decent incomes,
genders, including preferences,
and age-appropriate behaviors.

The number of folks who also see
impoverishment and marginalization,
chronic social criminalization,
whenever they hear it said
of retributive justice,
deterrent incapacitation
and restraint
as additional most negative,
and possibly unnecessary, constraints.

The number of folks we retributively select
willing to settle
for uniform dark punishments
of retributive overkill,
without the slightest hint of redistributive overjoy
most anywhere
for or with anyone,
mistaking this for the unity of restorative purposes
we more peacefully
and co-redemptively
so long for.

The number of excellent scientists and parents
seeking deductively reasoned
learning processes by day
while dreaming inductively co-operatively
seeking warmer compassions through each night.

The number of economists
and politicians too,
of parents
and educators
recognizing communication
through diversely humming channels beyond simply straightforward speaking
and hearing
and watching,
to include RNA’s more regeneratively primal
feeling
and tasting
and absorbing
through rooting systems,
functioning like reverse lickers
and stickers
and salivators
and saps
and pheromone freaks.

The number of scientists
who might somehow come to realize
that tree conversations
could take place through rooting systems
underground,
plus those who also celebrate implications
that tree co-empathic conversations are,
at their highest co-operative best,
currently over our mutually
co-regeneratively
reiterating heads.

The number of folks
who feel complicit
in our punished guilt
plus those who can still celebrate
our nature’s mutually complicit passions,
born both loving predator
and beloved prey,
until parents and Sunday School
and day care teachers teach other not-so-wise.

The number of communication buffs
who think these two populations,
society’s predators and victims
reallllly neeeeed to talk,
and listen,
and not so much both at the same time,
and probably not lick
or hit with a stick
because that would be so icky.

The number of kids
who would predict
that their parents
and teachers
will compete to heat our climates up
so we all can drown together,
regardless of primal
tribal
co-identities.

The number of prophets
recognizing selves
as original native residents
of indigenous EarthTribes,
speaking
and listening
cooperatively for co-planting,
and thereby growing,
ego’s active cooperating peace
as and of and for
eco-restorationelating justice,
Left in rational solidarity with SacredRight,
DNA mutually sniffing RNA’s
optimal Paradisal CoOperating Climates.

The number of folks
still settling for talking and praying
against demonic climate changes,
when we could also be cooperatively planting
and growing
rich climates of health,
cultures of gratitude
at least for and with front porch
EarthFlag-waving
Positive PsychoEcoLogists.

The number of people
who fail to recall
that what ever you were taught as
Orthodoxy’s Sacred Truth,
at one time
was first naturally felt and sensed
as eisegetical WinWin hope,
mutually-licking and sticking
hypo-principaling around theses
with their appositional un- and anti-theses.

The number of systemic processors
actively hoping
for zero-sum
ego-in
eco-out
balancing,
Plus-Plus double-binding
both before
and after notnotnotnot yet
bilaterally timeless linear Time
restoring polypathic RealTime Tipping Points
of ZeroSoul rationality.

The number of Earth’s creatures
waiting for war’s continuing fires to drop
when we could more cooperatively learn
to wait instead for peace’s inside-outside
other secular-sacred nondual loving shoe to drop.

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Economic Tricks with Political Treats

Economic Tricks as Political Treats
from the Peace Council of MotherTrees

Herein lie my tricks with treats,
said she.

I imagine with my family,
and my on-line cooperative Allies,
and then my most wildly cooperative neighbors,
how we can best eco-trick
and poli-treat
together.

We imagine
what this community,
and then this nation,
would look and feel and sound and smell like
to walk outside
and about each day through night,
year after year,
and not once wonder
if I am safe
or if some random act of armed terrorism
might attack myself,
my family,
my community,
my nation,
my planet’s nations everywhere,
through remaining ecopolitical times
for tricks of cooperating treats.

Once peace becomes actively imagined,
then expected and anticipated
for multi-generations and all polycultures,
herein lies our WinWin cooperative magic,
tricks and treats,
not WinLose tricks or treats,
plans for necessary self-defense.

Once globally imagined
in mind with eyes,
in heart with listening ears,
in body by following one’s WinWin nose
and positive psychology tastes,
both sacred and secular,
then who would settle for Win/Lose
ThreatenWar and hope others Lose
more than you,
faster than you,
for in the end,
RightBrain WinWin
both hears and sees,
we all return with what we arrived,
minus Mother Earth’s
warm EarthMother WinWin womb.

My WinWin magic,
said soaring sorceress,
works best when polypathically democratic,
just as we are
at our EarthTribe WinWin best
and brightest ecopolitics.

And in this fundamentally trusting democratic way,
is our WinWin magic
to not continue with both our balls
or both our tits
all knotted up about each other’s supremely divine
and yet WinLose self-victimizing egos,
when we already,
with both Left and Right
as YangOut and YinIntrovertically double-binding know,
WinWin’s magic equates
two tricky balls as Originating Seeds
for and with two retreating tits as Originating Root BiLateral Sacred System,
with waves of love unfolding in-between
from EarthMother regenerating
back toward MotherEarth degenerated
with WinWin dominating in-between
wu-wei
magic tricks with treats,
said ecosystemic sorceress
and her son and daughter
and her EarthMother’s iconic WinWin tits
and tats,
yins and yangs,
intuitive Rights with deductive Lefts for
WinWin solidarity.

My magic wisdom
was shared by the Matriarchal Council of MotherTrees,
who know this land is cooperatively owned by all the forest
sticking WinWin together,
just as this planet grows cooperatively regenerate
by all WinWin sacred ecologists
tricking our treating cooperatives.

Problems with our dark magic voodoo ecopolitics
LoseLose pathological,
ensue when Left no longer reverences Elder Sacred Right,
when Yang turns patriarchally against Yin,
when egocentric dark magic
masquerades as healthy wholeness
All PureWhite religion
and prejudicial enculturation
against full-rainbow polypathic magic
of Matriarchal MotherTree Muses
written WinWin ring by ring regenerative,
and amazingly ego/eco-logical,
MotherEarth,
Gaian Goddess of MotherTree Councils
for practicing Earth-optimizing
winning tricks to win timeless treats
of EcoTherapeutic Magic.

My magic sorceress of Original Source
remembers to reweave
unfolding (0)Sum reminders:
Our best regenerative strategies
have been optimizing non-competitive defense
through more cooperatively-owned
and mutual bilateral offensives.

You did not see or hear this from me
unless, of magically Original (0)Sum Core Course,
as Matriarchal EarthTribe We
noticing and planning,
plotting and deliberating
this eternal timeless day and dualdark night
economically tricky
cooperatively growing eco-ownership values
of ego-political poly-optimizing treats,
in both secular and sacred full-octave tones
and hues
including ReGenerative Council of All EarthTribe.

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Resilient Trees of Partial Truths

If a statement is True,
such as
I am WhiteMale,
then the oppositional statement
I am BlackFeMale
is False
which enjoys equivalent truth value with
I am NotBlack/NotFemale,
and I am WhiteMale,
back where we started,
more obvious rather than less obscure.

But, if a statement is Not(Not True)
and NotFalse,
could it also be Not(Not False)?

Imagine,
if you dare,
you are a browngrey-scaled transgender person,
vulnerable to many bipolar boundary issues,
with a troubling tendency to camouflage your ambiguous identity,
rather like that damned cat in a box,
half alive and yet also half dead.

Being a wise politician,
when you are with the White Republican Males,
you send messages persuading them to see you as
“I too am a WhiteMale”
no awkward discussions needed, really.

And, when you decide to go to the other side
of your parallel tracks,
hanging with the Black Democratic EcoFeminists,
they invite you to now become one with their village
“I am a Feminist of Full Rainbow/BrownGreyScale Color”

Is it notnot true
yet also notnot false
that this White kinda conservative Male
could also become a more liberated Black Democratic SheMale?

And yet this seems like double-bound co-information
not accessible
from a unilateral,
as contrasted with a bilateral,
view of all accessible identities of this nomial statement
as either not true
or not false,
such that
our TransGender Person of PolyCulturing Intent and Capacity
is also both not entirely truly alive
and not entirely falsely dead,
when reconsidered,
bicamerally dipolar reconnected,
sometimes more BothAnd full-color brown-octave recessive
and sometimes less EitherOr greyscaled calculating dominant,
and occasionally all the fractal-regenerative WinWin above.

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BreakThrough Boundaries to Trash

Transcending boundaries to trash
transacts through vulnerabilities to crash
into compost cash.

I see and feel strange conjoining
curious listening to speak with old as young.
We carry less allegiance to romance of patriotic memory
than reciprocity through mutual matriotic mercies
we all mighty multiculturally cherish.

Looking back and out across civilizing formations,
we move from active abuse of old and young
as justly disposable
when no longer,
or not yet,
useful
productive
of value to our more middle-aged maturing great transitions
toward Paradise Incorporations.

Still, we have monoculturing neglect.

Neglect of old as young
progressively democratic
replaces abuse,
physical, of ancient patriarchal conquering story,
and still venerable verbal abuse too alive and well.
Some still yell of hell
while old and young tend to degeneratively live there.

Neglect unveils a great transactional opportunity
to personally and politically correct a great wrong,
a failure to communicate less violently,
exclusively,
supremely,
royally,
less just
among our middle-aging Yangish selves.

While admittedy a caricature,
hyperbole of double-bound contrasting faces,
which in any one day
in one middle aging life
may ubiquitously shape-shift back to trash
and forth to compost treasures,
what we neglect through agism
and who we neglect through sexism
and why we neglect through racism
all goes back to two permaculturing ways
of communicating with and about
what is mere trash to LeftBrain dominance
is also potential curious compost
to RightBrain sacred ecology.

If too much energy
is wasted on our old and young,
that fits right in with a disposable,
and yet another overpopulated,
society with internal uncivil conflicts
about anti-social communications
against and about throw away allegiances
to Earth’s natural justice
as retribution for failure to succeed
yet, for our young,
and still, for our old.

But, we have this older matriarchal alternative principle
that Yang’s overwrought and under-valued Trash
is also yin’s wu-wei potential robust compost,
especially with a middle-age dominant culture
respecting full circles of restorative mercy
to listen and play with and work beside,
to drum and sing and dance with our old and young,
to vote and march and prayer circle with old through infant solidarity
praise as thanksgiving
as gratitude for once again
evolving our humane potential
toward cherishing our mutual reciprocities
more than dismissing and having to throw away
our oppositional allegiances
to mere middle class
middle age
heterosexual over bisexual fear of internal implied transexual
white v black v brown v red v blue v green mid-range inclusive confusions
presumably requiring some form and flow
of over-yanged retributive correction
back toward redistributing most of our mature and aging wealth
to an exhausted global middle-aged class
unwilling to post-millennially see
find
discover
uncover
recover restoration of mercy for all,
regardless of age, etc,
is a more tried and true polycultural outcome model
for regenerativity of healthy compost
rather than further degeneration of our worthless self-loathing trash.

I feel curious conjoining
of sacred ancient restoring ecotherapies
with infants learning profound differences
between throwing out old allegiances to lifestyles
redistributing unwanted trash
and cherishing our reciprocal restorations
of priceless future compost,
memories of song and dance and laughter and legislation,
of restored rage and marching and wheeling registration
toward infant through ancient polyculturing love
for regenerational restorations,
mutual mercies of personal as political compassion
incarnations,

Political incorporations
restoring middle-aging trash
to timeless treasured compost for all our ages
past through yet to become
fully more than infantile allegiance
to trashing RightBrain without LeftBrain languaged
compost creolizing imaginations

Transcending boundaries to trash
through vulnerabilities to crash
into bicameral cooperative compost cash.

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So Let Me Tell You

So let me tell you,
if I’m looking between lives
with multicolors
and gentle genders
and green cards
in one graceful hand,

And Trump-heavy President fixation
away from restoring
Earth’s ecojustice for All
on the other RightWing denomination,

Then let me tell you
seeking Trumpish twitters
of self-congratulating trumphalism
as more patriotic
then loyal honored deep Yintegrity

On Gaian liberated knee
as if too matriotically humbled
to stand for Yangish
and self-righteous thee,
then let me tell you
I am so very quite sure
your poppa raised White elitist you
to spell anti-matriotism
with a positive patriotism Peee
only while standing up
as royal Thee.

And let me vice versa tell you,
if you find loyalty
and honor,
civility and mercy
and compassion taking on a matriotic knee,

Then your Momma,
well let me tell you,
she spelled patriotism ecologically right
with left,
bicameralishly.

Which, if you spell justice
with domestic peace of clear blue mind
you suspect dipolar
co-arising
matriots
of bipolar disarray
too wild left,
and let me tell you,
no way we’ll move love with Mother Earth diminished
down to a way out somewhat sleazy loose-lived girl
only good for lunch.

It just might become our hunch
hanging out with a more permaculturing bunch.

 

Note: For me this piece works best as jazz riffs rooted in the melody for

When I Fall In Love…

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Same Ol’ Song and Dance

As I look back across my more musical times
of rhythmic reflections,
ceremonies and commemorations
of each dawn and dusk eremitic liturgies,
if that is not an oxymoron
of sound and sight,
song and dance,
tragically sad, yet also bilaterally bound with happier chance
of liturgical comedies
reflected upon together.

And as we look out through all our co-diva taoist days
like pages of leaves we have co-written,
we grow one primordial Tipping Point,
that we are each both tragic
and most abundantly comedic
when held together
through mutually revolutionary
Bodhisattva Warrior eco/ego-identity.

And,
with our ends held together,
what matters most
to and for and of all of us,
is when we have fed tragic
and where we have bled comedic
into the transparently naked (0)Remainder WinWin Othernest
as soon as therapeutically possible.

When was the last time
you turned to whomever, always present,
sitting next to your Leftsaid,
with at least one exclamation point,

That was totally Yang-awesome!

It might have been at the end of a song
heard for the first time
in a particularly deep and rich,
and possibly a bit also high,
way.

Or maybe during a dance
that was totally radical,
perfect to each beat
each lyrical swell and ebb
filled with athletic grace
of freakishly limber space
and centered
like a linear 4D pivot
we each potentially arcingly are
as we become this music’s dancing story,
beautifully
exquisitely reincarnating
us down
into your stage of life’s most recent crippling bow,
with tragic-comedy final statement,
tragedy of each end
with comedy of wonder
for each protagonist opera
in which our only antagonist
was perfect meeting of lyrically rhythmicizing here
with timeless now’s completely committed integrity
of ego/eco-consciousness
reweaving

Personal tragedy of missed integrity closes
to further comedies of dissonant clumsiness,
stumbles of feet and hands and mind
and pens
about dancing through life and death ourselves
as totally awesome
tragic-comedic ecopolitical choreography
with public sector lyrics
for what started out as a deeply personal
intimate
vulnerable liturgicalizing matriarchal-wombed life.

Or maybe Wow!
was when you were leaving church,
and mosque
and temple
and synagogue
and generic everyday BusinessAsUsual faith family,
smiling about
how to better dance
our mutual resonant opportunities,
to feed the juice
and starve the monoculturing weeds.

Wow! Totally awesome
love,
grace,
synergy,
creolization
Thanks for singing and dancing
and taking us to church
with you,
where we each belong
multiculturally YangHere with YinNow
bilateral balancing
and limber spiraling
together.

I awaken
to both the parent of special ecopolitical needs
and ecological opportunities,
but also the part-time Taoist hermit diva,
totally co-investing in WinWin liturgical planning,
each multiculturing day
within dawnspace harmonic singing Yang
through Yin dualdark
co-arising lyrics
with Bodhisattva EcoFeminist Warriors,
First Native International Cooperative Networks
each ego-anonymous
collegially remembering co-protagonists
of Earth’s tragic-comedic multiculturing sad despair
with silent democratic
solidarity
liturgically ecological matriotic
YangSong with WinWin dance,
here and also now
(0)Soul rhythms
of long slow stealthy blues as also green
balancing creolic outgoing choreography.

Antagonizing local people about their malingering protagonist rights,
their song as dance resources,
and their musically harmonic knowledge,
does not patriotically rest unchallenged.

Forest struggles
continue resisting buying and selling and renting of protagonist
song and dance forests,
including stories internal to India,
yet not in Asia alone.

Forest resacralizations resist secularizing diminishment
of forests for tragic exploitation
by patriarchalYang commodifying not (0)-interest profits,
and dipolar co-gravitating transubstantiation
from liturgically abundant ecological resources
for tragic song and comedic dance
back into a bad faith commodifying community.

Villagers sang and danced our tragic removal
demotion of rich ecoforests to mere positive productions
from notnot negatively dwindling reserves
asserting ego/eco-justice rights
to satisfy our basic
continuing together tragic-comedic needs.

Feeding critical tragedy for underdog lyrics
while bleeding sad danced systematic allegiances
against monocultural demands for fake-patriotistic choreographed events,
non-violent protests
were crushed by One Nation Don’t Mean First Nation,
cause I wasn’t born yesterday
or the day before that,
or before doing a really great job
of making more money
for some really good people
who just got caught up in the right place
in my best time
Trump,
among the USA evangelical faithful;
as crushed by British colonialism,
among Central Asian Bodhisattva ReForesters
and Eastern American First Nation PreForesters.

In the Himalayan mountain bioregion
the Chipko women’s movement
began liturgically embracing living MotherTrees
as their protectors,
their own source
of food
and fuel
and fiber
and fertile habitat.

The Onandaga First Nation School
reimagined how children might non-violently speak and move
their dawn hugged liturgies to remember alleged thanksgivings
for MotherTrees,
their hugs
hugging ours in music and danced liturgies
of Earth-allegiance gratitude,
basic positive cooperative
matriarchal song and dance
with Tipping Points
of taoist divas
dipolar co-arising
(0)-soul long slower bluesy terms
of jazz rhythmic
creolizing
song as dancing attitude.

As I look back across more musical times
of rhythmic reflection,
allegiance ceremonies and gratitude commemorations
of each dawn and dusk danced liturgy,
I look forward too.

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