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Rooted Thesis

I have been reading a rootless thesis:
Lack of commitment to a permanent home
causes depression,
over-commitment to inside claustrophobic voices,
failing immune systems,
obesity,
disassociation,
fear of outdoor climate pathologies,
infestations
alien predators
threats to our own ongoing ecopolitical empowerment
too competitively overwhelming
to ever get unstuck
from relentless ruminations
representing financial survival issues,
arguments,
tensions about paying electric bills,
oil bills,
gas bills,
or WWW perpetual connectivity bills
or pepperoni pizza delivery bills
surviving on plastic credit deficit spending
without balancing dollar bills,

Paying interest extortion
to financial institution extractors
buying hedge funds
against defaulting mutually ecological health systems
denuded by industries
stripping forests and swamps,
marketing automated rifles to young adults
and middle-aged LoseCash/LoseFace suboptimizing pessimists
betting against their own grandchildren
with green visions for WinWin extending family rootedness,
meaningfulness
in this historical place
unfolding from great deep learning depths
before and after which WiseElders cannot speak

While reading a rootless thesis
that lack of commitment to rooted historical home
causes MotherEarth’s depressive climate
oppressing RightWing weather,
suppressing cooperative-rooted meaning,
repressing rootlessness wild
as compared to superlative WinWin love
knowing this HereNow rooted SpaceTime
primal ZeroZone relationship,
ultra-violet octaved light culture,
ecofeminist with ego-sacred patriarchal matriarch
Earth with SunLight
Yin with Yang

Cytosine-squared Uracil
notnot polynomial as polyphonic primal HereNow Relationships
dualdark enlightenment
awesome wonder
UltraViolet Loving GreenHealth

Together,
Right with Left,
reading a less rootless thesis,
Lack of permanent commitment
to ego-centric home
causes ultra-violent anti-green depression,
rabidity,
morbidity,
LoseLose undeniability
of healthy futures
past
residing rooted green thesis together
absorbing ultra-violet antithesis.

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Bad GoodNews

I find at least one difference
between owning water and energy outright
and co-owning water and energy delivery systems,
transport infrastructures.

The latter is cooperatively optimal.
The former is resiliently impossible,
unsustainable hubris.

I also find it not necessarily true
that colonization can never end–
For individuals,
families,
schools,
prisons,
faith communities,
municipal communities,
corporations,
economic and political communities,
gardens and farms,
nation-states.

Colonization may end in cannibalism,
too Yangish monocultural,
fascism,
too Yangish totalitarian,
and it may Yin begin again WinWin
in new PositivEnergy regeneration
with NotNot sacred degeneration

BiLaterally CoArising
through ZeroZone creolization,
mutual subsidiarity,
organic guilds of integrity.

Colonization is about predative/prey relationships
in which any one participant
can pretend to only be
an autonomously winning
responsible and authoritative
water and energy owning and privileged
Predator

Yet,
creolization, not pre-revolutionary colonization,
all Energy,
watered or not,
co-arises both
reborn baptism regenerations Past
and transubstantiating
co-enlightening roles Future.

In my own limited experience
we build a healthy interdependent marriage
of Yang SolarEnergy
with Yin EarthWater
as partners,
my colonized water and energetic properties,
outside-eco and inside-ego
We and I.

Where house with land
become my extended home
ZeroZone for co-creolizing enrichment
seasonally slow grown
over time’s speeding experience
of home as family water and energy extensions.

I manage our spirit water minds
and we re-emerge our
cooperative creator mind energy-map
recreating
reweaving
our reforesting rooted historic cultures,
deep learning subclimates,
ecology of LeftNature’s
organic health EcoBody
merging
sacred theology
of RightSpirit’s WiseElder
ego-strategic wealth–
abundantly CoPresent
EgoEco Marriage.

My Ego’s awe
with EarthHabitat’s sacred greening synergetic wonder,
Ego/EcoTranscendent Revolution
ongoing
speeding HereNow Time

Right here now
on my front porch perch
watching my LeftWing organic garden grow
into out of Yin-sequestered diminished closet
to invite you
through PositivEnergy and health-watered me

To cooperatively own
our
EarthTribe healthing property,
our healthing vibrant
watered ergodic property rights
with left co-responsibilities
to undernourished green ecofeminists
of all species

Choking
thirsting
in past and present and future climate pathologies
of badfaith believing
we might compete successfully
to autonomously own
Earth’s immortal water and/or PositivEnergy
without negative entropic outcomes
like drought
and global frightening lightening bolts,
fields of predative
Negative
Energy
and other badnews Climate Pathologies
of RightWing, without Left, totalitarian intent

An impossible
unnatural
anti-spiritual way
to fly away
well-watered
PositivEnergy
ego/eco logical education.

I find at least one similarity
between communicating inside yin-water and outside yang-energy
and cooperatively owning water and energy delivery systems,
transport infrastructures.

The latter is ecopolitically optimal for EarthTribe.
The former is resiliently possible,
sustainable ego/eco cooperative integrity.

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Patriotic Matriotism

Within tender vulnerable hearts
blossom loyal loves without,
so too
within grateful hearts
blossom honorable patriotism without
for a people of democratically cooperative integrity,
and also grace-filling sacred matriotism
for EarthTribes of domestic nutritional integration.

Both politically public sectors
and psychologically mindful
egoLeft-ecoRight conscious
private sectors,
intimate
vulnerable
and not for sale or rent
sectors of polycultural right
and monoculturing wrong
hubris,
fake patriotism
without loyalty to underlying multiculturing wombs
fostering healthy integrating
nurturing
nutritious matriotism.

LeftBrain competitive patriotism,
nationalistic,
is mere exterior hypocrisy
without also Elder Sacred RightBrain
cooperative matriotic
MotherEarth’s centering,
mindful,
egoLeft-ecoRight consciousness.

Vulnerable RightBrain spirits grow global polypathic love
as grateful LeftBrain dominant nations
regenerate Earth-patriotic matriarchal anthems,
love songs,
not just flags waving
but full-color solidarity banners dancing
with threaded bonds,
umbilical chords of harmonic rapture.

Why settle for merely patriotic nationalistic anthems
when we can sing multicultural love songs
of gratitude
for cooperative health-inducing EarthMother?
And Her honorable
grateful Daughters
and nobly patriotic Sons,
from generations past
for sacred regeneration futures
of deep learning
and cooperative bicameral listening.

Why do we RightWing pretend
our problems are lack of patriotism
when we both Left with Right Brains fly
through issues more cooperative
with underlying gratitude for Earth
gracefully paid forward?

Re-investing back
through (0)Sum timeless space
of positive equals notnot negative
spiraling
fractal
thermodynamic patriot-matriot balancing
secular/sacred
ego/eco-place.

Of and for bilateral consciousness
politically empowering/psychological flow of nurturing gratitude
convex/concave
exterior Earth-climate covering integrity’s interior landscapes
uncovering
discovering
recovering bilateral cultures of health.

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Beloved Sacred Communities

Prisons fester further desecrating guilt by association
as churches
and synagogues
and temples
and mosques
foster sacred innocence through re-association,
communion of the wanna-be saints
and Bodhisattva suffering warriors
for EarthRights Peace and Justice.

When our faith communities
feel like monoculturing monotheistic prisons
of fundamentalism,
then our non-elite prisons
begin to sound more like gospel protests
against further guilt containment
through hypocritical disassociation
with the great unwashed sinners
and economic cheaters,
and politically competing liars,
and lack of polypathic lovers.

Ecology is about oikos,
home,
habitats of and for progress
noticed in two appositional directions;
progressive enrichment of nature-spirit systems
and regressive decomposition,
loss,
guilt,
failure,
heading toward death unless balance can be restored
to help our systems
become more cooperatively resilient,
from prison through cathedral
through capitols of nation-state investments.

If decomposing guilt
can grow through imprisoned associations
then no ecological surprise
that regenerative innocence of Bodhisattva Saints
can grow through polypathic
polyphonic
polycultural
poli-economically balancing
positive nature-spirit good faith communities.

If we removed more not-funda mentalistic bad faith
from GoodNews communities,
then perhaps we would become clearer
about how we each and all live love between guilt
and innocence,
associated with fellow prisoners
and hardy integrity of mutual trust investors.

Prophets of prison habitats
as our own defensive nation-states
grow in violence
and enslaving racism
and addictive sexism
are tragic comedians,
self-fulfilling and perpetuating
hate and fear futurists
predicting necessary further bad descending climates
of evil ecopolitical faith
and further Business As MightMakesRight Usual
guilt by disassociation from ecological wisdom.

Mentors of good faith communities,
polypathic and polycultural health outcome predictors,
investors,
are, sadly,
about as likely to be found on death row
as in the back row of kneelers and prayer rugs.

Our loss of faith in a resilient nature-spirit future
is also our gain in bad faith resolves
to continue disassociating
from impending climates of violence
and supremacist nationalistic racism
and monoculturing sexism

Imprisoning separations
inviting regenerativity of GoodNews,
sacred ecological reweavings
re-integrations

Suffering and guilt and grief
inviting healing of cooperative ecotherapies
from death row to front pew,
EarthTribe patriotic health
of good faith solidarity.

An anti-ecological denialist notion of systemic ego-identity
derives from over-active disassociations
from our native nature-spirit imprisoning wombs
inviting rebirth
into Left with Right
Ego with EcoConsciousness
of prisons opening revolving doors toward good faith
and fundamentalism’s bad faith closed doors
against EarthTribe PolyPathic Solidarity.

To be present to our own imprisoning pain
is to grow toward communities of habitual polyculturing outcomes,
cooperative economic investment
in political solidarity,
mutual trust among all Sacred EarthTribes,
living in profoundly sacred animated forests
and oceans
and deserts
and full through new moon stardust skies.

Beloved EcoPolitical Communities,
where half sacred cooperatives Yang-full
also see and hear and feel
notnot half degenerating Yin-emptying
flow of nondual co-arising
double-binding WinWin
wu-wei
Tipping Points toward TaoTime.

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Domestic Entertainments

I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
about what adds up toward our shared
and independent
futures.

Then there are cacophonous birds
mourning doves and sparrows
blue jays and robins
yellow finches and ravens
greeting dawning light
as if some unprecedented miracle were unfolding
about which they will chatter and chirp amongst themselves
for many generations to come,
like climate marchers
just happy to be here
for this climaxing stellar event.

Then too I have neighbor watching and listening
which picks up more during afternoons,
after school buses drop off
wounded and yet still wondering kids,
with dogs and cats and even grandparents
to greet them,
while moms and dads slave away
at their own employee entertainments.

Meanwhile squirrels and chipmunks
scold and scamper
with playful industry,
or playing at industry,
who could say?

Worms are burrowing in the garden,
hopefully,
although I hate to interrupt them
solely for my frivolous fancies
regarding appropriate adult entertainment.

They often respond, upon my thunderous devastation
of enlightening presence,
as if they were having some intimate moment
that I have immodestly exposed to light.
I apologize
and move on.

The bumble bees have posted flying sentries
around my front porch,
each flying in place all day long
tiny yellow and black helicopters
engaged in serious military intelligence gathering
over my scandalously erratic comings and goings,
importations and exportations,
exhortations,
and, even worse,
often actually sitting down on their porch’s swing,
rocking back and forth,
and staring back,
just as if I were not least bit intimidated.
Merely curious
about what’s so valuable at home
up under their roof
that they find me such a suspicious alien threat.

But really,
for me,
these bumbling buzzing sentries are merely entertainment.
I especially love to watch
when they occasionally dive-bomb each other
for some inscrutable random whimsy
in which it occurs to me
their placement may be a pageant
having nothing to do with me,
other than my enjoyment
of their benign entertainments
here in this home we share.

While star gazing
and looking for the moon’s rise and fall,
wax and wane,
sailing behind and between diaphanous clouds,
stretch my focus further out at night,
this seems to suit my at home dreams
as do these raucous insects
selling nocturnal sex and happiness
as if my backyard
on down toward the river
were their red light flowing district.

It amuses me,
hearing their combined intensity of purpose,
to continue my entertainments
on through each warm month night
until its time for those gospel choiring birds
to squawk and chirp
whistle and cheep
another at home climate marching dawn.

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Making Hay

Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workahoic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god in his own image.
His farm was for slave labor.
Her farm was a garden for growing healthy wealth.

I loved Mom’s Multi-ReGenerational Family Farm
like an extension of my ego’s mind and body.

And, like a turtle without a shell,
when I first headed off to Ann Arbor’s University
I brought my happy and healthy ego with me,
eager to begin my new adventure story,
yet I emotionally stumbled,
felt naked and exposed and depressed,
for lack of my embryonic habitus,
my eco-center,
my home,
my interdependently embracing love of sacred spaces
and their seasons of regeneration and degeneration,
growing still and fading without ego me
conjoining.

I was homesick,
but not for Nurturing Nanny
and Fearsome Father
or even Perfect Princess Sister, whom I cherished,
whom I could talk and listen to as whim might invite,
and, although somewhat more of a sore detachment from our farmhouse interior spaces,
my disorienting alienation from Ann Arbor
was as a too-urban outside place
just as my recreating resident embrace
favored my dorm and classroom youth-learning multicultural race
against more oppressive monoculturing times.

To this day,
despite a six week backpacking hike
along California’s Pacific Coast Trail,
plundered by surreal vistas and fragrance and light and unspeakable beauty,
when I imagine a meadow, a field, a woodland,
a pond,
a barn,
an unpaved road,
a gravel drive,
a herd of cattle,
a pen of pigs,
a coop of chickens,
a litter of kittens with eyes still sealed shut,
I recall iconic scenes from this sacred originating home,
my eco-memory
calling my doubly-bound ego-enculturing self
back home
to where we permaculturally began together,
making hay while the sun did shine.

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When Natural Houses Are Safe Homes

Which is more important to you
natural beauty
or spiritual truth?

I guess I didn’t notice any difference.

Maybe there isn’t.
Which is more important to you
an aesthetically rich and bountiful house
or a safe home?

You realize that’s not necessarily the same question.
An aesthetically optimal house
may or may not be a type of natural beauty,
depending on whether my habitat is primally within Earth’s beauty,
or divorced from this OverSoul CoMentoring Source
of yintegral grace and flow,
by virtue of embryonic matriarchal exodus
from my Original nutritionally abundant,
diastatic
Beloved Safe Home,
which, yes,
is a spiritual truth,
or at least must have seemed like transubstantiating reincarnating enspirited struggle at the climax time
of Ego Matriarchal/Patriarchal Imprint,
when Left EgoPatriarchal/Matriarchal was not yet differentiated
from Original Ecological Matriarchal Nutrition CoOperative
Economy, of and for EcoPolitical Empowerment,
within my new aesthetically developing natural polypathic beauty
and permacultural design,
my Ego’s Safe Home OverSoul.

I think you just said that my second question could be different than my first,
but that in your particular situation,
it is not,
and therefore you do not see a difference worthy of further notice?

Well, yes, I did say that.
But I hope I also said
that anyone born of a healthy nurturing mother
might also see their EarthTribe of ReGenerative Gaia
prodigal polypathic integrity potential in this Yang/Yin,
Ego/Eco Way.

Might thereby more easily recognize,
as children,
Earth as ReGenerative Goddess Gaia,
safe spiritual home,
aesthetically natural integrity of beauty with healthy, robust, fertile goodness,
secular if you insist on being LeftBrain dominant about it,
yet, either way,
any way you choose to share our interdependent journey,
WinWin ecopolitics
is both an economically spiritual ecology win of truth,
and a natural
cooperative
regenerative prime-matriarchal
nurturing
politically robust relationships win of eroticLeft-agapicRight
Integrity of BeauteousTruth.

Shouldn’t that be True Beauty?

Only if you’re LeftBrain Dominant.

Oh.
What were we speaking of again?

Don’t you mean
what were you talking about?

Probably both.

Now you’re getting the hang of it!

More like the bilateral swing of it.

Right.
An the spiraling-fractal DNA fertile healthy-wealth of it.

There you go.
Now you’ve really said it.

What?

What we were talking about.

Right.
Which is more important
beauty or truth?

Didn’t Plato already cover that?

Probably, but you wouldn’t get away with a dualist assumption so easily
back in the prior millennium,
before LeftBrain dominance matures enough
for our minds and bodies to speak out of two different sides of our mouths
about conserving short-term ego identity health and beauty
and progressing longer-term regenerative
eco-logically robust
deep learning wealth of truth.

So, short-term beauty win outcomes
are also long-term true-win ecosystemic health outcomes?

I think this is a more important question
than the one that assumed they were different.
But, I wonder if beauty wins as beauty does outcomes
are also rooted in long-term climate health incomes
for ReGenerative Virgin
0-Soul Empty
BiCameral PolyPathic Goddess Gaia,
icon of Mother’s Nutritional CoOperative Network.

The good old Golden Rule days.

For the well-fed and nurtured;
not yet for all,
and I believe humanity is teetering on the downside
of that future climate of health and safety trend.

Don’t blame me.

If our climate health were a matter of assigning blame
to move on toward ecotherapy,
then surely there is enough blame to be shared by all.
But, it remains my integrity of faith and hope and love
that blame is riskier
than cooperative responsibility
to co-mentor health’s authoritative
nature-spirit
beautyEgo-wiseEco
joint ecology of mutually subsidiary authority,
reverse hierarchical matriarchal cooperative networks
for further graceful
flowing
nature-beauty spirits.

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Lost Lake Odessa

My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
to cross Jordan’s River
on Catherine’s Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to ports unknown
throughout my Lake Odessa Highways.

Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for my day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of force
to please titillating whims
of Lake Odessa’s middle class czarinas.

I can’t go home again
to places never born.
My mind can roam
and try to swim
and fly to where and what
and whom and why
we might have been
if we had built
a fine fair fortress
for peace that loves to rock
and sing sad songs
of what sights have been
in Lake Odessa.

Instead of gangs
and clicky clacks
we learn polycultured quacks
to flap and honk like Canadian geese,
to transubstand she ate
where America
begins to end
through Lake Odessa’s streets.

I’m much too busy
and self-important
sleep deprived
and programmed lose to lose
to win our way
back home again
where Lake Odessa meets.

The role of God
as played by me
writing comic operas
only kids can see
was what I loved
most secretly
in long lost Lake Odessa.

We need a better god for now
bringing peach tree jams
immortality
of love as wise
reframes lost loves
to live in jesting jars
of honeyed sweet
corns and thorns
for testing streets
tasting ancient Greeks
on shores of Lake Odessa.

We’re coming back
to save each other
from what might have been
without sly rudders,
tipping posts from wu wei mothers
to rebuild our crystal castle love
of forms that buzz with life
and tours that sag with history
spinning sprays of licks and waves
lapping soft and sandy
on long gone skies
of sanguine Lake Odessa.

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