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Where is HOME?

Among several sublime
and subprime
sacred meanings
and secular purposes
for HOME,
in October Sunbeams
of BlueSky enlightenment
and GreenEarth empowerment,

Dennis Lehane’s HOME
refining peaceful stable minds
defining sacred communion
for unconditional compassionate love,
not intentionally unkind

I could not sync
with mythological
or ecological
or theological CONCEIT

But, could not find a replacement
until recalling indigenously wise
nature-spirited refacement
of EarthMother’s EcoRoom,
a regenerate matriarchal WOMB

Making peace for Here
Now sacred place,
until we disregard
dismantle
desecrate
and degenerate,
in AnthroSupremacist ways,
down toward MotherEarth’s TOMB
GLOOM

Extracted
cancelled
pathological HOME
of DOOM

Which maybe does say something
about mythologically epic
CONCEIT.

Note: This piece refers to

“Happiness doesn’t lie in conspicuous consumption and the relentless amassing of useless crap.  Happiness lies in the person sitting beside you and your ability to talk to them.  Happiness is clearheaded human interaction and empathy.  Happiness is home.  And home is not a house–home is a mythological conceit.  It is a state of mind. A place of communion and unconditional love.

Dennis Lehane, in The Sun (magazine), “Sunbeams,” p. 48, October, 2021

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Housing Homeless Souls

Warm with camaraderie,
Filled with extending family eyes
kindly accessible as two-way inviting cameras,
Cooperatively good-humored, sometimes gently critical,
never intentionally mean or ugly,

A healthy communion home
can unravel
becoming an emotionally barren
silent
hidden asylum
for codependent inmates afraid of change,
serving one-way camera time
until someone
someplace better comes along,

Then sacred Earth becomes easier to see
filled with side by side homeless souls
too often becoming houseless bodies
feeling wanderlust
for pilgrimages belonging back to earliest weeks
of breast-fed codependent memories.

But, solidarity of deep educational intent
to learn and teach,
to experience and co-mentor
cooperative extended family communions,
warm bicameral communities,
peaceful healthy sanctuaries,
not mere small-ego claustrophobic silent silos,
can lead to growing healthy eco-homes
and eco-schools
and eco-villages
and eco-nations
amid multi-eco-cultures
built by loyal EarthTribe sacred communions
of everyday integrity enchantment,

Two-way, multi-wei, camaraderie,
co-operative well-being
rooted back in breast-fed humane/divine misty memories
matriarchal/patriarchal,
spirit/nature,
ego/eco-passions non-violently invited
and responsibly shared.

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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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Home Shopping Interview

Shopping for a house,
hunting for a spouse,
same difference.

Do I want to only look at new ones,
never been used,
or is that a too-restrictive market,
too high-priced for domestic virginity?

I’d rather shop in a wider market,
someplace gently used,
well maintained,
someone with smooth varnished natural hardwood,
rich in character
and not the smell of new paint
when I could have wisteria and roses
lavender and mint
sage and dill
wafting through his big brown
or blue
or grey
or hazel open windows.

Houses and spouses,
if they’re not bringing you security and pleasure
then that’s a contract violation
and time to think about a divorce
so they can get back in the market
for a better fit with changing times and circumstances;
not stuck with a decade ago,
or two,
you’ve both changed.

Your needs and wants and preferences evolve,
while your spouse/house may feel
boxed in, no room for additions,
lack of flexible floor plan,
or any kind of plan,
too big or too small,
it happens,
you’ve changed your definition of paradise
and its not who you’re still living in.

The spouse/house seems entrenched in incompatibility,
it has only grown older, not better,
more cracks in the plaster,
wear in the rug,
missing more shingles on the roof,
the view from outside looks like a weed patch,
and you had intended to mortgage paradise.

While shopping used expands your market
it also comes with baggage,
crap in the attic
and stuff in the basement
others left behind.
All that good and/or bad karma
is yours for a down payment
but not part of what you bargain for.

What if somebody was murdered in here?
What if he’s swimming in toxic carcinogens,
tumorous habits
growing mold and fat deposits under the roof?

What is your house/spouse’s experience with abuse,
neglect,
deferred maintenance?

I’ve developed this list of questions
I would like to ask prior co-habitors,
before signing either a marriage or mortgage contract:
Why are the two of you going your separate ways?
Was this your decision
or did it feel more like your house/spouse
gave you no choice?

If it was your choice,
if you have moved on to something more to your liking,
rather than slinking away from a smelly situation,
then what does your current relationship offer you
by way of contentment,
peace with some justice,
that is lacking in my prospective investment?
If you don’t mind my asking?

Perhaps there were reasons
unrelated to your domestic satisfaction,
or lack thereof.
Maybe you couldn’t afford your house/spouse anymore?
Is he high maintenance, do you think?
Too heavily taxing,
bleeding you through inflated costs of living
and gaming?

Are there problems in the neighborhood
extended family
that I should know about?

Does the plumbing still work?
Are the lights on but nobody’s home?
Would you recommend your house/spouse
to your best in-the-market friend?
Why or why not?

What interior
and exterior landscape
and design issues did you have?
Is this a job for a barber or a bulldozer,
a therapist or a demolition contractor?
What did you find were your house/spouse’s interior
and exterior strengths for future development?
With your lived-in experience,
who do you think would be the ideal domestic partner
for your former home?
And, don’t just say it would be me
because you’re tired of the alimortgage payments.

Seems like if they’re not f***in’ with you
then they’re bleeding you blind,
or both.
But,
when they play nice,
inside and outside,
then I can’t imagine why
anybody would mortgage with me.

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Summer’s Stormy Move

It started the 8th of June

moving away from too familiar

into too alien,

finding no sane oasis between.

 

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade

to wilting monochromatic drought.

Brown patches emerge with dulled loss

of what might have been a family

an ecological home

a pasture for aging bones,

hinky synapses flaring tornadoes

of heated defeat.

 

Boxes realign themselves

incomprehensibly hiding any value

in their move

from what could have been here

if not left there

where fading memories survive

my loss of presence.

 

Bags batter

bursting malignant neglect.

Chairs no longer fit

for seating hot tempers

of displaced despair.

Dust defecates destiny.

 

A house that should be home

to those grateful for its care;

downsizes redemptive purgation

into shrinking violence,

invisible,

screaming silent strangling sensory strings

slipping

sparkling vents glaring

glacially through stagnant July.

 

Then,

early evening spills thick black.

Tall elder treetops sway

with hope of cathartic wildness,

drama of release

from petulant

radiant

hot.

 

Lightning rolls in thunderous waving walls

and back again in falling grace drops.

Transition storms

through pilgrim soul’s discontented purgatory

in space without place

house without home

faith without hope

place with cavernous time,

mindful without passion.

 

Earth’s sky roars dark wet flashy passion.

Wild yeast superlatively shredding domesticated culture’s skin,

bleaching dark passions from dry-cracked crevices.

 

“Abatement is not removal!”

wild Wicked cackles demented delight.

“If transitions were regenetic

then nomads would rule,

pilgrims would land in paradise estates

with coincidental karmic confidence.”

 

The storm abates,

drought removed.

Thunder claps farewell.

Brief time

now

search evening’s rainbow

before hazing horizon

rolls over light’s last gasp.

As night promises peace,

Thunder cracks and shakes one last reminder.

Serenity is not always sanity.

 

Promise smiles teardrops

on hot tin roofs.

 

 

 

 

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