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Maker of Rich Women

A ballad for Franz Dolp

His exercise was forestry
His initiative was art.

He painted his forest in trees,
composing four seasons of song.

He searched his right balance of trees
revising rhythms for harmony’s poem,
Mothers of Deep Rich Women.

A writer of therapeutic forests
written in trees with good roots.

Franz was a poet
rebuilding with forests,
artisan trees
forming long-healing words.

Inspired by Robin Wall Kimmerer’s story of Franz Dolp’s 40 acre reforesting homestead with Western red cedar trees, which, if I remember correctly, have a First Nation name that translates something like “maker, or mother, or mother-maker of rich women” because of their unusual domestic commodity value when cooperatively harvested and planted.

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Climates of Descent

Energy descent
need not predict financial descent
by inviting cooperative ownership and governance instead.

Just as democratizing love descent
need not predict hate and terror and paranoid acceleration
when love could invite more polypathic
and polyphonic
and polycultural outcomes,
creolizing multicultures of omnipotent abundance
instead.

Just as climates of ecopolitical pathology descent
need not predict 0-sum
Win To Lose Later
Industrial Capitalization Game-Over
when positive energy invites more diastatic flowing landscapes,
cultures of regenerative health
watering flowers
and not so much our weeds.

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Songs of Resistance

Songs of resistance
are love songs.

Anthems sung together from churches
and temples
to town squares
and capital sold-out markets.

Sounds of acquiescence
are cowering silence
suffered alone
through long and lonely nights
of fear and anger.

Great lovers
prefer to sing
in full harmonies
and resonant octaves
of sound
and loving light,
whether resisting
persisting
or assisting
escorting
affirming love’s compassioned notes.

We sing
when climbing up jacob’s ladder
together.
When climbing down
we feel alone,
are silent
and live in sorrow
for love life’s absence.

Silent majorities and minorities
reassure bullies
and defenders of plutocracy.
Resistance songs
are love medicine
fear-mongerers fear,
yet need the most.

 

 

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ReStoring OurSelves

“In restoring the land, I restore myself.”
Franz Dolp

We long ago started bilateral tree balancing information
for mind and land restoration structures.

We noticed trees in an old secular commodified above ground way
and also a new-old sacred below Earth
bicameral Way.

Trunk and competing ambidextrous branches
of economic and political multiculturing productions
produce industrious creolizing leaves,
breathing in yang light
to breathe out yin-fractal RNA energy
of, and yet also for,
root systemic regenerativity.

Bilateral hierarchical competitive
and yet also reverse-hierarchical cooperative
trees and shrubs and grasses
creating and recreating flowers and polyculturing seeds
with Earth’s water and humus
eco-rooting more than mere cheerleader omnipotent support.

We noticed matriarchally cooperative root systems
understand above ground care-receiving
from a cooperatively dominant care-giving
nurturing understory;
a more nutritional perspective.

Without us,
said cooperatively-owned and -managed on-line networkers
you patriarchal trunks and competing to WinWin cooperate branches
are ecopolitically nothing.
You come from RNA and newer DNA wombs
of embryonic matriarchal enrichment
into a World Without Walls promise
of Earth’s integrity.

And so
the most robust patriarchal flowers,
confronted by growing climates and cultures of pathology,
listened for their underground seedling children’s futures
to these root systemic
cooperative-dominant
reverse-hierarchical
nurturing sisters
and feminist brothers
and the vast polyphonic voices in-between bilateral polarities,
and saw this Tree ReStoration must become
our sacred understory
of regenerative forest creation
within this,
our ecopolitically healthy,
zero-sum
WinWin
GaiaEarth
Matriarchal Sacred Hypothesis-Right
and Patriarchal Secular Thesis-Left.

LeftBrain dominates language development
with Either/Or
Win/Lose scientific deductive hypotheses
as RightBrain cooperates healthy nurturance
for WinWin
BothAnd sacred ecosystemic optimization,
like a horizontal tree,
with branches and leaves strong LeftYang producers
and cooperative matriarchal Elder root DNA systems
mutual flowing bilateral YinYin Right consumers,
notnot polyphonic octaves of health
co-measuring polypathic values for wealth.

It started with an 800 year old Tree
of Industrial Goods and Evils,
to end with an 8,000 year old tree
of cooperative-competitive humanity
living together with
on
under
in Earth
as one of Her most grace-filled sacred Tribes
for 80,000 regenerating landscape restorations more,
integrity of bicameral mind’s PromiseTree.

 

 

 

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The Senior Center

The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.

Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.

Knitting
but not garden expansions.

Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung in four part harmony.

The new guy,
just growing into sixty-five,
asked them
How would we like to be remembered
one hundred years from now?

That doesn’t seem likely,
I know,
but perhaps more likely together
than playing Solitaire
side by side.

I would like to be remembered
as healers of The River
said a somber SeptemberGenerian woman
surrounded by ancient lady friends.

No one needed to ask why.
We all knew
what was coming downriver
for future regenerations
of thirsty toxined minds
with biodiverse bodies.

And so we found younger allies
who owned property along The River,
beginning with the railroad company,
and the Mohegans
and the Pequots,
where a Senior knew a Senior
with a well-placed daughter,
and sometimes a son
of unusual cooperative and long-term focus.

Together we planted firs
and cedars along polluted and denuded banks,
for future generations to manage,
harvest for housing
and furniture
and fiber
and possibly even coffins
waiting for memories of polluted rivers
to die.

That was one hundred years ago
we started
in this regenerative Senior Center,
and still going strong
as each year
a new incoming class
of those who finally reached sixty-five
joined our river healing project,
more recently also producing fruit trees
and berries,
flax
and hemp,
mushrooms
and nuts
and sweetgrass baskets
woven by SeptemberGenerians.

Women and a few surviving men
and some more in-between
smiling together
at the round cedar table in the back,
remembering Elder healers
of our barren land
and naked River.

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Unflinching Exegesis

Eyes are for seeing.
Ears are for hearing.
Noses are for smelling and breathing
both in and out.
Mouths are for tasting
both bitter hard
and sweet soft truths,
trusts and mistrusts,
cooperations and competitions,
cultures of health and pathology,
climates benign and toxic,
and all sensory flavors between
balance and imbalance.

We reseed universal spirits
in remembered unitarian materials of forest,
oceans of becoming
sea son daughters of being.

We reweave omnipotent divinity
within recast integrity of biodiversity.

We feed transcendent wealth of Earth’s rich souls
and thereby bleed redemption from subliminal humanity.

Only together we heal future’s climate of universal Promise
by re-sensing Elder’s landscapes of symbiotic polypaths.

As one GaiaTribe of spiritual health
we reconceive material wealth
reborn nations
corporations
religions
capitalizations
plantations
ministrations
individual imitations,
cultures of health and pathology
and all enspirited flavors between
trust and mistrust,
truth of and for healing competing dualistic truths
resounding We Are One

Resonate CoArising Wave

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Crusading FaithTribes

Multinational economic and political and religious leaders,
parents and teachers,
repent!

Do not over-invest in exploiting the weakness of outsiders,
but nurture our cooperative strengths
when we only have insiders
with diverse strengths and weaknesses.

We don’t need more lessons
on how and why and when and where
to be good entrepreneurial capitalists
playing WinLose self-redemption games
of false autonomy
and perilous short-term thinking
and narrow-minded planning.

We do need more WinWin cooperative lessons
mentors
games
processes that progress polyculturing regenerativity,
how and why and when and where
to listen to and mindfully grasp
good and healthy and beautiful cooperative wealth
of truth and trust in globally inclusive democracy
of ownership
through co-subsidiary solidarity,
integrity of Earth’s self-governing abundance,
grace of nutritional forests,
karma of tidal rivers,
love of co-passion,
kindness of not unkindness,
contentment of positive content,
happiness through wu wei balance,
health of Tipping point harmonics.

Repent not with lamentation
but by reweaving celebration.

What was the original multinational corporation,
economic,
political,
religious?
Christianity spread for faith investment reasons
rather than competing disinvestment treasons.
Faith spreading virally through creolizing cooperations
and bad faith through demonizing fear and anger-mongering.

Messiahs arrive to turn matriarchal Earth upside down.
Not more patriarchal WinLose invasion
past its post-millennial time,
but more WinWin reverse-hierarchical
self-investing bilateral persuasion.

Golden Rules
apply to mega-corporations
remembering communion with Earth’s paradise promise.
Then less need to worry
fret and stew
criminalize and demonize
with Rusty Cruels.

Messiahs,
small through megalogical co-mentors,
win through vulnerable weaknesses
of egocentric death
investing increase as eco-centric healthy life.

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Old Forest Tribes

“Alone is a word without meaning in the forest.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”

Old rotting trees,
corrupt degenerating logs,
give birth to more forms of diverse life
than they did in their most transcendent living moments
brought to them by Elder networking root systems,
and Father Sun’s most radiant embrace,
and Mistress Earth’s most abundant flow of moisture;
short of catastrophic floods.
Just right flowing strength of healthing wealth.

And each of us humane egos
hopes for the same;
That our regenerative legacy of mind and spirit
will long outlast our bodies
corrupting toward alone
within this shrill cacophony of growing tribal fears,
angers about injustices of Earth’s redistributing,
scandalously democratic,
grace.

Artifacts of tribal violence
predict legacies more like old native forest fires
than slower degenerative effects of wind and rain
and hungry insect tribes of Earth.
Cremation of regenerative destiny
rather than burial,
yet even here
humane ashes
enrich sacred fertility.

Earth’s minerals feed matriarchal fungi
as Sun’s light fuels patriarchal algae.

In this lichen forest of our anthrocentric
and animal
and tree
and plantation lives and deaths,
alone speaks lonely fear of violent burned-out death,
a revolutionary moment
within Earth’s redolent forest
of potential timeless relationship.

Absolute,
like autonomy,
are words not spoken
in old growth forest
life within death.

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Age of EnLightened Revolutions

The original Independence declarations
of the late 1700s
were born from a West European colonizing
and North American creolizing immigration wave
knowing and exploring a God of EnLightenment,
opposed to dark evils of inherited entitlements
to monopolies of economic health-hoarding and greed,
political wealth of supreme self-empowerment.

This newly minting ecumenical God of Enlightenment
spoke most resonantly through the Holy Spirit
of those Separatists and Quakers and Pilgrims
seeking a New Eden
in a New World of natural-spiritual freedoms
to grow regeneratively,
and freedoms from overpowering attacks
by EnDarkening degenerative nature-spirit entitlement powers.

While this God of creolizing nature-spirit EnLightenment
did give post-revolutionary way
to the born-again elitist Christian God of Awakening,
opposed to the unenlightened secular and pagan not reborn,
this was a reactionary dualistic after-thought
separating the newly elite EnLightened
from the unwashed Not Awake Yet.
The God of EnLightenment
was much more transcendently democratic,
both hopeful and faithful,
and lovingly lavish
including all forms of regenerative natural-spiritual intelligence.

Even a great Landscape of New Eden
could itself become an enlightened ecosystem,
whether Christianized,
to bring traditional creation story language
to this co-redemptive (0)-sum WinWin economy,
or, even more transcendently,
merging First and Second Nation Gaia stories.

An important difference between the Awakening God
and the EnLightening God
is this dynamic of cultural transcendence
of labels
and ideologies
isms rooted in deductive competition’s necessary assumptions.

In God’s transcendent experience,
cooperative relationship remains a timeless Yang Master
while ecopolitical and psychological competitions,
within and without,
become our eternal YinFlow Servants;
never the other way around.

This is the only natural and spiritual function for supremacy of power
within our Original God of Master/Servant Enlightenment,
cooperative creolizing enculturation,
deep ecological listening
and learning
and languaging
and teaching,
more yang empowering
than oppositional paradigms and trends
that can also be reconceived as yin appositionals,
hypostatic GaiaSystem bilaterals,
MidWays,
WuWeis,
Tipping Points
in between rocks and hard places.

In this Holy Enlightenment Spirit,
we more clearly find resonance
of health-giving and health-receiving
with wealth of happiness
as sufficient for grateful prosperity
for living within this Original Interdependent Intent
of our truly patriotic
and enlightening constitution
of purpose
and meaning,
song and dance
of God the Creator Father’s transcendent light.

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NotSoIndependent Eves

I’ve not been sleeping well
since early November,
about the time Donald Trump
was not just nominated by Republican Christian
White
Male Dominant
Evangelical Christians,
in some unholy alliance with
fundamentalist rabid Roman Right
to Define Which Lives Matter Most Catholics,
but actually elected their own AntiChrist President
of these DisAssembling States
of natural-spiritual nondualist moral laws
and ethics
and aesthetics
and constitutions
for democratic ethical health
and aesthetic trusting happiness
and economic sacred ecologicalEarth prosperity.

I often wake up to a day I dread
and fear to hear even more atrociously bad news,
domestic and international,
local and global,
economic with political Winlose Climate Gamesmanship.

But, I’m also afraid to sleep at night,
anxious and worried about our children’s drying up
and wasting further away prospects
for any future at all
as a humane cooperative developing species
rather than anthro-survivalist parasites
rabidly infesting a thoroughly secularized
and commodified
and de-natured Earth,
former habitat for Eden,
Creator God’s original plan,
original intent,
original meaning and purpose,
original love and health of regenerativity.

So, I frequently wake up,
as I have this July 4th morning,
really pissed off at Republican Christian Evangelicals
for continuing to live in denial
of their self-fulfilling prophecy,
like Lot’s wife looking back toward Sodom and Gomorrah
one last post-millennial time
to elect your long-feared AntiChristian CEO
with one hand on the world’s nuclear annihilation switch
and the other hand up North Korea’s
and China’s
and Russia’s elitist asses
and assets,
if he could
he would
even though he knows he really shouldn’t.

I did learn yesterday
that almost half of Republicans
who elected Trump
are showing early signs of remorse,
of sorrow for your denial sins
of sexist and racist and capitalist over-investment,
omitting anything akin to natural-spiritual mindfulness
of your own adolescent through maturation mental-spiritual health issues
and challenges
and opportunities to evolve co-operative grace
with gratitude,
LeftBrain strength
with RightBrain integrity of love.

I am hoping,
and trying to trust,
grow in faith,
that the half of Republican electors of Trump,
and other similar Anti-All-Climates-Of-Health Matter politicians,
now experiencing remorse,
is more likely the evangelical Christian and Catholic laity half,
also having trouble sleeping at night,
worried about lack of ecopolitical co-investment
in anything resembling Earth as Eden
for our natural and spiritual grandkids,
extending Earth-Eden Habitat families,
rather than aborting them.

If I were you,
believing Christian fundamental-patriarchal
as you do,
rather than continuing to live in denial
of the hell on Earth we have served up to the grandkids,
I would repent
and spank myself
on behalf of those same grandkids
who would righteously spank us
if they economically and politically could reverse time
a mere generation or two from now,
this day,
celebrating our interdependent immigrant waves
for independent Not Yet Bought and Sold
Commodity Days
and OverExtended NightMare Competing Nights,
whispering horsepowers
free
and bought and sold
pirated and prayed for,
rented and outright autonomously purchased
of and for Earth’s sacred Eden re-investment.

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