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Sad Kindness

Neither happiness or sadness
can preclude each other’s continued personal
political
and economic,
social
and psychological,
sensory
and neurological potentiality

If only because sadness
has something to teach us
about happy health
and sad pathology,

About EarthCentric virtuous circles
competing with AnthroPrivileged vicious exploitation,

About this possibility of creative
and regenerative
v destructive
and degenerative
climate tensions,
chronic intentions
competing against
healthy win
wealthy wintegral attention

If only because MotherTrees
and other EarthFeminists
are not the only virtuous circling rings
slow-growing revolutionary spirals
capable of merging
imagining
remembering
reconnecting
restoring green justice Pleasures
in Eden’s MotherTree ReGenesis
of both win/win Health
and epic win/lose to lose/lose
Pathology of Extraction

Cannot preclude each other’s continued
InFormative
restorative justice and green peace potentiality

If only because climate pandemic pathology
has something to social
political
economic win/lose distancing
teach us about happy anticipation v sad anxiety,

About win/win v win/lose ecopolitical strategy,
leftwing multiculture-valuing healthy global democracy
v rightwing monoculturing
straight white privileged
evangelistic AnthroSelf-righteousness

Sadly willing to compromise
current and future regenerations
of green resilient
global community,
co-passionately happy communication,
sacred communion.

Economic kleptocracy
hiding between anti-green libertarianism
and AnthroNationalistic Patriotism
sadly EarthBound unfreedom to commit fully
to Earth’s multiculturally
polyculturally healthy GreenPeace
and Freedom from rightwing fundamentalistic
either/or
win individualism or lose to interdependent socialism,

Ruminating unhealthy All or Nothing self-redemption stories
confusing disvalues for uniformity
with social values for unity,

Defaulting stuckness in debates
competing for military-industrialized supremacy
for resiliently strong values felt
within flowing interdependent dialogical waves
of pre-historically timeless
win/win values
for Whole EarthSystemic Patriotism

Still happily hidden
in dipolar co-arising apposition,
in-between positive wonder
and negative awe,
between economic potential
for global climate health
and local ecologically integrating,
multiculturally interdependent political wealth

Of gladness
for ecofeminist kindness
and not so many pandemic
patriarchal climates
of unhealthy
autonomously depressing
social distancing
divisive
deductive
reductive
left v right winged sadness.

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Conversational Ecstasy

I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it just that way
’til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside to play.

Imagine with me for a moment,
if you would be so generous,
god as not only love
but also the most joyful joy we could be,
cooperatively networked together.

And why do I want to play this imagination game
with you
or even without you?
What is this joy of which you speak?
I know peace in silent music
and wind and surf,
but is therapy of sound this joy?

Perhaps not quite enough,
maybe only halfway here.
We grow toward pregnant Now becoming being joy
with you.

While I assume this will not be news
I need to remind you
that your presence does not always feel like gift,
source of joy,
not so much really,
sometimes more painful to my drift.

Yes, I know.
But, it brings me joy to recall
in our more dissonant crash
that I feel precisely the same suffering way
about your sorry ass.

Perhaps you should find a different therapist.
One who evolves less sure of god as graced-love
and much more joy,
one not so sure your God is humor,
Eco-ing DNA’s RNA CommonSense.

If I understand your cynicism
I might write your song,
“I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it just that way
’til my mean Ol’ Dad
lets me go outside to play.

Your issues with remembering who I am
rather than who you thought I would be
seem not too distant clarity
or even acceptance,
but your troubling habit of editing my opera
into your joyful musical comedy,
this tangles our melodic frequencies
and harmonic function.

How can I reach heavenly you
when all day through
you bind me to
your flight toward unEarthy game wars,
your fear of losing rich rewards,
blockade toward joy,
your life your toy
to blindly scream away?

How could I throw away this toy
you never gave me?
My defeats,
static surrenders to right-now desire,
or lack thereof,
steer me far clear of your enchantment
with ecstatic joy.

What is your purpose
when Earth’s becoming
is your wise Being,
if your Being
is not also Earth’s meaningful becoming?
If you are not part of Earth’s mindful nature
then Humane Being cannot naturally co-arise,
develop,
regenerate.
Your becoming cannot be not Our becoming,
my Being fades when we are not We
together.

What is this to me
your wilting Earth
and flat-line monopolistic dark comedy?
My joy turns tragedy to operatic outcomes.
What you label Oppositional Disorder
I hear as contending Cognitive Dissonance,
hoping for a Draw someday,
someplace away.

What you find unnaturally cacophonous
confuses my spirited silence.
Your values are not Ours
on my side of your Oppositional Divide,
my values are my own,
and I am free of Win, Lose, or Draw cultures
and competing for scarcity gamesmanship,
Our Truth as Consequence game
contains our Tug of War.
Imagine with me
in this Eternal Moment
your Ego filled with endless joyful joy
as you pull all Earth toward finish line
and you are confidently winning
your Boddhisatva Interdependent Challenge.
Even should you not choose releasing survival’s course rope,
you have full faith that We are winning
and this joy will never end.
Your Being has become,
your response fulfills your stimulus of birth,
your effect regenerates your course’s cause,
your What Ifs? echo and mirror your What Are We?,
all Earth recreates your joy.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it that way
’til my mean ol’ life pilgrimage
through dissonant pathology
let’s me go outside to play.

That does indeed sound operatic.

Right, and not so much joyful joy
this side of my playground.
See ya.
Wouldn’t wanna be ya.

Oh, but you are,
except your opera damns divine divas,
weeping and shrieking in off-stage wings
of perpetually-coming purgatory,
while Earth’s musical comedy,
reenacts all that drama on your Win-Lose playground,
where Her Sun ain’t bringin’ no bad news
all eternal day.

Why do you always need to have the last word,
the last line?

We have a shared last line.

No, you just did it again,
with the We thing.

Yes We did.

I’m closing the door now.

Yes We are.

Hopeless.

Joyless.

Can I maul your head?

Our head.

My head.

Imagining with We
brings joy.

LAAAAAAAAAST WORD! HA!

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Work and Play

Suffering and depression,
repression and suppression,
are monocultural yet environmental work;

While interdependent mania,
sublimation and enlightenment,
comprehensive consciousness,
are polycultural play.

They mutually inform,
ecologically balance,
mind with heart with lung’s full breath economy,
with healthy appetites for eco-optimizing values
across all senses,
blending beauty with knowledge,
taste with touch,
heartache with heart-full nest.

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