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Point of Departure

My time of promise,
before mistrust of parents
settled into growing fear
and grief into angry disappointment

Began with a visit
from a GreatHorned Owl
dying on our barbed wire fence

Announcing she would go before
but return for my time
to follow heaven’s departed promise.

But, my father responds,
Only straight humans sing in white evangelical Heaven,
And this planted my seed of doubt

A cosmic point
in bitter anticipation
of further adult atrocities to follow
in imaged flight

From this brief encounter
with natural and spiritual wings
I gradually developed internal witness:

If not ecologically necessary,
then not yet theologically sufficient.

Now,
still breathing,
singing and dancing,
beyond all reasonable health risks
of my own environmental history
in a new barbed millennium,
on the cusp of 2020 EarthJustice
left and right winged co-revision,

Heaven’s great-returned owl
revisits in near nightly dreams

Inviting me, and us,
to set aside anger,
to grab hold of more compassion
ego/eco-therapeutic communion
communication

Inclusion in Heaven’s climatic winning
ecologically wise theologies,
long incubating Rapture–
safe flight home.

 

I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth’s regenerative history.

For some,
again less fortunate re-imagining
with some conversing,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother’s
redundant DNA nurturing womb.

But, for a few,
a time of awareness
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative anthro-centric tension.

These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each wisdom-visiting other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption

For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wombs
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.

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Climate Reparations

Come by here, Lord,
Kum ba ‘eah;

Come by here, Land,
Kum ba yeah;

Come by here, Love,
Kum ba yah;

Oh, EarthSoul Mama,
come by here!

Someone’s singin’
Someone’s swingin’

Someone’s in pain
Someone’s dyin’

Someone’s laughin’
while Someone’s weepin’

Someone’s prayin’, LandedLady,
Kum ba here.

Each of us contains
a therapeutic difference
Between bad news trauma
from suffering and pain
untimely lost,

Amid degenerating chronic loss
of resilient healthy prospects

Someone’s coming, Land
with aging bones,
with deep Earth longing
to appreciate this difference

Between ego and eco-fragmentation
despair of timeless souls,
capitalization
commodification
buying and selling out
positive regenerating hope
for negative ungenerously depraved profits.

Come by here, EarthBodies
of wisdom to re-attach repairing climates
with vulnerably resonant messages,
re-memories of Earth’s detritional enslavement,
of apartheid bought
and sold embodied souls

From non-elite historic elders past
prayin’ for reparations
restoring youngsters health wealth futures,

Home safe journeys, Earth reparations
kum ba here.

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Inclusive Epiphany

Your euphony
sounds like my epiphany
he explicitly noted.

Your polypathic resilience
feels like my polyphonic resonance
she compassionately warmed and comforted,
nurtured and nutritioned.

Your theologically divine relationships,
progressions through historical multicultural experience
think and feel my ecologically natural communions,
processions through polyculturing anticipations,
s/he silently sang,
imaginatively danced,

Not for future performance,
but from past inclusive participations,
investments,
compassionate regenerations,
dispassionate degenerations,
passionate incinerations,

Euphonic epiphanies.

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Songs for Reparation

When I was a male child
I prayed to an eternally mute dualdark goddess,
Gaia was our name
for each Other’s
secular
sane
sacred
sacraments to share passion.

And so I heard bird songs
praising each day’s anticipated Gaian glory,
everybody playing cooperatively nice,
or at least role playing
something less than bipartisan uncivil shame
and blame war,
laborious and hate-filled work.

When I was a child
hearing
and sometimes speaking
birdsong,
I listened for companionship.

As an adolescent,
I heard more like marketing
win/lose sensory messages
praising past
and pleading for more future
climaxes of sensory overload,
peak experiences,
zero-zone pleasures
I Am Thou
I Am That You Are

Identity Here is also individuating Now
in this singing space
bilaterally in-between wave-linear unfolding Time
in Light’s full-polyphonic resilience,
a perpetual mind-rechanging recharging communion
worthy of Earth’s praising bird song.

As a younger adult
I hear birdsongs less,
but when I do hear doves
and pigeons, they sound less of praise,
more of mourning and cooing concern,
worried about the silent witness of pelicans
and herons
listening for climates of despair degenerating
outside voices
and inside absence
of praise-worthy birdsong,
traditionally safe
and yet free-flight loving.

WiseElder bird songs
praise Earth
and Dawn
and Evening feeding supper
and then a light cool breeze summer nest
with win/win dreams
of future birds
singing with our great grandchildren
praise for such generous grace
of loving ancestors working
and playing
and role-playing Goddess Gaia voices,
Queen of CoOperative BirdSong Compassion
and win/lose courageous caution,
curious companionship,
sensory climax historic spots
and raw climate dogmatic plots
to ancient mythic creative-tensioned tales,

Voting no on democratic health
uncomfortably silent witness
by birdsong lover’s healthy vast majority
stretching to include future birds
singing resiliently
cooperatively-owned self-governance
of rhythmic structures
in praise of Earth communing communication,

Songs dawning yin toward yanglight
and sunsets more peacefully yin
harmonizing yang’s completion,
rightbrain with left,
east nondualistic philosophy of life
with west either/or reductive thinking might
about those damned silly sparrows
and pooping sea gulls
and Canadian geese
nesting near your Paradise summer beach.

I think and feel it’s best
to hear birdsong with renewed infant ears,
An invitation to each day’s new sacramental liturgy
to sing back gospel birdsongs of creation
stories felt in patterns
of sensory flow
coloring in multiculturing voices
of outside re-associating choices

Reparations for adult inhumane neglect
to listen for EarthMother’s sweet spot
invitations to feel deeply
to hear natural
refining spiritual outdoor/inside Voices
choosing win/win reparations
for past win/lose short-term
unecological
anti-theological
anti-EarthMother ecofeminist enculturation
anti-mind/heart compassionate polypaths
finally re-appreciating under-valued birdsongs

Celebrating polynomially positive zerozone identities
listening to birdsong equanimity
with polypathic not-not One yangyin fractal sum
structures for well-sung misty myths
from ego/eco-logosed love
of birdsong greeting light,
and co-relational healthy DNA wealth
of time in
and above this EarthMother
sacred singing and signing space.

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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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Experiential Origins

When we lose access
to our most primal Other,
our EarthMother experience
dreamily following DNA’s developmental scripts,
original sacred scripture
of external habitats
becoming internal identities,

We lose not only our spiritual sense of security
but also our natural taste for liberty,
independence,
Freedom to go out from our well-conserved womb
and subsequent multiculturing habitats,
home-base to liberally spread seeds of compassion
as we have always known our purposed meaning,
natural-spirited DNA
unfolding and infolding identity.

When personal identity loses access
to natural sight
we can still hear internal spirit memories.

When we lose access
to natural taste
we can still feel ancient spirits in our starving stomachs,
in our insecure and unfree
and too secure and unliberated
and right enlightened integrating
creolizing
co-acclimating guts.

When we lose capacity
to touch organic nature
we can still feel internal integral spirits,
most without self-conscious voices,
perhaps a few with cries for liberty
and security
or death.

We can smell nature
to know which unseeable spirited winds
waft from which directions,
up and down
left and right
north and south
past and future generations
of light’s actively encultured hope, secure
and unfreedom in despair.

What we naturally lose
we organically incarnate DNA-integrity
gained so far
as individuals,
as species,
as multicultural becoming fragments
extending DNA-latticed families
tribes
living multi-generational laced-web systems,

Sometimes playing external nature with internal spirit Win to Win
for liberating compassion,
and sometimes playing sinister nature v spirit
secular outside v sacred inside detached win/lose
no longer actively securing and freeing enlightened restoration
of communal Truth and Beauty integrity;

DNA’s future health/wealth
timeless nurturing
original wombs and integral webs
co-revolving health-wealth thrival.

When we retain conscious attachment
to our primal Other,
and Her primal Others,
our EarthMother experience
originates sacred re-scriptures
speaking through nature
and listening through secure and freeing spirits
of cooperative DNA health development
ego/eco-identity.

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Climate Work in RolePlay

I know this sounds like theater
of the absurd,
but I wonder if healthy role play
might be left-brain’s work ethic
inviting right-brain’s first and last impassioned word.

We might pretend our LeftWing
loves to play
irresponsibly back and forth repositioning
while RightWing
is crazy busy with win/lose economics
and disempowering politics
of arduous fragmentation,

Where God would paradise play
with roles of humane-divine
mutual infatuation,
cooperative ego-deferment
unto obsequious giggles
of “Oh no, you first.
I gracefully and divinely insist.”

AntiGod does hard vocational work
to teach pagan pilgrim players
and idle, irresponsible nature worshipers
to get back to harvesting souls
to be drained of daylight hours
manufacturing need and greed
to build our deadly war machines
and our ever higher and mightier towers
of anthro-hubris Babel.

Babel sounds like a healthier place to play
with natural sounds
and spiritual languages
for hide and seek with God
as scriptured, sure,
but also unscripted role play
between too autonomous to be realistic Egos
and too interdependent to be ungooey-theistic EcoLogicians.

I hear lose/lose ecopolitics
of hard work polarization
sounds dramatically absurd
while I continue to listen more imaginatively
to ego-eco
inside-outside
co-passioning play

Muse of RightWing stern capitalistic vocations
underplaying Win/Win co-arising
LeftWing wealthy health creations.

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