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The Bird Feeder

Sometimes,
not often enough,
I stop my morning routine
to watch the feeding drama breathe feathered flurries in and out,
on,
and under,
my side-yard bird feeder

Outside my kitchen windows
over this morning’s sudsy sink,
looking across a twinkling white field
of early March snow,
simply breathing us all in,
boundary framed inside/outside
by my southern neighbor’s brown-stained fence.

I find myself aggressively prejudiced
against the voracious grey squirrel invaders.
NonElite sparrows share my disappointment
with squirrelish selfish ways.

Usually the squirrels scavenge the ground
and snow below my feeder,
my free-will offering
intended to seduce cardinals
and woodpeckers
and finches
and, yes, the humble brown sparrows,
whose ghreat number of heads,
present today and missing tomorrow,
healthy and harmed,
is indeed an epic mystery
offered in return for my pre-invested feeder.

But, one squirrel,
who usually shows up with a friend,
maybe a girlfriend,
I don’t really know
the texture of their ongoing harvesting journey,
reaping through family life,
romance,
play,
foraging for nutritional climax

But, regardless,
This one squirrel likes to challenge
my daily vegetable-oiled
round
brown
metal pole
that holds a clear plastic feeder
enclosed by a squirrel-deterring wire defense,
which acts more like a perch for equi-poised access
than an effective wall
against unwelcome over-consuming rodents.

I am equally at war with crows,
not because I don’t like them as a species,
which, unfortunately, may be my inhospitable issue
about greedy squirrels,
but because crows travel in aggressive gangs.

And, they don’t live here, in my felt ownership sphere,
They hang around this side of the river
but they don’t live in my neighborhood
because they aren’t suitable
for any one properely humane place.
They need a grander sense of cooperative space.

Rowdy crows do, occasionally, flock and swarm in
to clean out my one inadequate consumer-feeder
and produce poop on everything in sight
but I do not tolerate these assaults
in silent Win/Lose acquiescence.

I run out
to shout
against them.

They listen and rise
to move away
but watch and wait to see and hear
if I will continue this lively scarecrow battle.
Which seems to mutually please us
to repeat twice,
or even thrice.

I repeat these roaring toothless threats,
Until we win together,
drawing more appropriately apart.

Then, too,
I notice some of the blue-jays are more tolerant of diversity
while others poke at smaller birds.
This bothers me.
If some can get along,
why not Win/Win all?

Still,
I seldom intervent.
We have only two blue-jay couples,
so I put out plenty for all
If we are patient enough
to work and play and breathe around each other.

The mourningdoves always salvage off the ground,
winter through summer
They look fat
and dark suit preacherly
as they waddle
and forage what their more flamboyantly aviary cousins
leave for them
underneath my humble feeder.

So little consumer invested
for so much dramatically productive grace,
mutually feeding place.

Yet, I still wonder
why I am so incensed
about the scandalous squirrel
who defies my obviously over-powering will
to not feed him here,
or anywhere
in my garden
or on my struggling fruit and nut trees.

I suppose rodents remind me
too much
of my me-feeder consumptive shamelessness.

 

 

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Trumpian Walls of Fear

In a land where campaign threats
have been recast as mandated promises,
where pathological divestments
are reinvented as healthy investments,
a green cry goes out

Historians,
please help us out here!
How did Mr. Hitler gain unilateral powers for war-mongering investments
of Germany?
Do I recall something about declaring a national emergency?

Which actually was an international emergency
of his own fascist leadership making

I wonder if there were any more Germans
foaming at the mouth to build a nationalistic wall of soldiers
and armaments,
paid for with their own cooperatively intended taxes
and regulatory fees
and blood
and tears lost
during loss of life
in World War One,
than is the U.S. case today

In the USA,
where compassionate boundary issues
have Trumpian infested all Green Commonsense,
that man-made social and language boundaries,
walls,
are economically and ecologically best resolved
through establishing more diversely rich robust webs
of economic/ecological cooperation,
humbly acknowledging we are all on Earth together
or about to tear Earth’s climates of health
monoculturally elitist apart.

White patriarchal fascism is a national emergency
already declaring narcissistic war on what’s left
of the U.S. and U.N. compassionate co-investments
in health care climates,
domestic and international,
internal and external,
personal and political,
economic and ecological.

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Toxic 2018

I’ve noticed a new favorite word
in 2018
is “toxic.”

And, in on-line discussions,
a newly invested discernment
of what it might fascist imply
to lead each white privileged day
with patriarchal narcissism.

Hillary,
unlike St. Hilary,
could stand iconic for matriarchal narcissism.
It exists, like a recessive gene
in our integrity pool of compassion’s unlikely opportunities,
yet is as yin to patriarchal yang, divided,
narcissism soft-core,
not yet hard advanced past capital-drenched dreams
of satiated blond and blue-eyed middle-ages

Too often patriarchal narcissism devolves
into runaway Kochian economic fascism,
anti-ecological health,
racist nationalistic pathology,
putrid absence of Primal EarthPatriotism.

What I hope,
and mutually need,
to hear more nutritiously compassionate
is about cosmic creative tension
between patriarchal narcissism as a weapon
and matriarchal compassion as a tool,
co-passioning within monocultural political powers for evil
and good ecotherapeutic
polypathic multicultures.

Resilient health-invested cultures
still have active faith
that a compassionate Gaia
is more effluently powerful,
demonstrates more everyday resilient waves
restoring outside peace,
than that of God’s DisRapturous Fear
His narcissistic followers will not inside recall
I AM THAT I AM
CoPassion.

For inscrutable reasons,
I thought of toxic narcissism v. healthy compassion
when I heard DJ Trump
amuse his wild-eyed followers,

Explaining his new-found epiphany
that, to best defend his personal political future opulence,
he should continue asking his enemies
for what he does not truly want.

A more experienced compassionate politician would disagree with:
The best way to earn democratic long-term trust
is to tell the opposition I do not have the political will
to build walls,
when you do,

To pretend to protect the good white consumers inside
and to keep out alien threats to future omnipotence
of your own toxic narcissism.

Narcissism’s imaginary inside voices
do not consider what we the people
and plants
and planet healthy want
and need
to nourish compassion’s resilient interdependence.

The Wall,
between political compassion and personal narcissism,
for Kochians and Trumpians,
is all about what white patriarchal I
narcissistically want
to beat down compassionate matriarchal self-empowerment,
co-operative economic/ecological health care,
radically accessible to all EarthTribe values
and extended family norms.

Narcissism hopelessly reacts against remaining compassionate
healthy hearts,
cooperative imaginations
of democracy trusting multicultural people
plants
and living co-passioned planet.

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Doing Church

Church is usually a noun
for a sanctuary becoming place

But, both church and sanctuary
are scripturally more about revolutionary verbs.

Countering capital-consumer culture
Churching
giving and receiving healthy cooperatively-owned sanctuary
are what good news faith communities do
to earn a reputation
for wealth of love,
gratitude for more hope-filled futures
together,
more than autonomously apart.

Synergetically giving and receiving sanctuary
cannot be done with both integrity
and contempt,
And can be optimized with both gratitude for error
and terrifying opportunities
to fast-extend hopeful compassion,
a positive energy democratic crisis
seeking immediate through long-term
WinWin polypathic outcomes.

Recent choices of a good health sanctuary movement
look back to November of 2016 in the U.S.
and to RightWing fear-mongering plutocratic contests
throughout Earth’s non-violent health-sanctuaries,
lower inclusive standards of liberal ultra-violet integrity
to love each Other,
healthy and not so much
just yet.

Health care exercises active compassion
Which could not include
turning a nakedly competing corporate emperor
into the Nakedly Competing International Emperor
presiding over entitled epi-ego-idolatry centers
conservatively loathing liberal sanctuary movements,
villages,
communities,
extended loving families
of nature/spirits.

Compassion for Naked Emperors
and for our own competing anti-sanctuary ways
invites each green therapeutic vocational call
to re-invest
re-imagine
re-hope for gratefully resilient sanctuary becoming
doing what we still can
integrating active resonant economic hope
with therapeutic ecological purpose
meaning
polypathic ethology
sacred secularity
systematic WinWin theology
of liberating
healthy
resilient
integral love churching
growing greener sanctuaries.

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Redefining Greatness and Safety

What’s the problem with homelessness,
other than the violence from which it comes
and toward which it further travels?

Why not ignore
and grow tolerance
for the inevitability of caravans
of sojourners
on pilgrimage
toward mirages
of Uniting Promise Lands?

I have more immediately pressing
everyday problems–
trimming my nails,
drying the laundry
on a rainy non-clothesline day,
raking the leaves,
mowing the lawn,
sweeping the front porch
to invite the occasional visitor,
harvesting the squash,
pulling voracious weeds,
cleaning, the gutters, rain-barrels…
feeding the birds, the kids, the garden soil, the truck…
clothing the barefoot kids,
doing my nails…

Did I say that one already?

These are my at-risk immigrating priorities,
my everyday interdependent pilgrims,
projects longing for a more integral,
mutually inviting,
loving,
enchanting,
even possibly ecstatic?,
climaxing! healthy purpose.

Lawn and leaves, con-joined
birds and children, singing back and forth
wet porches and clothes
and dirty rain-barrels and gutters,
tired and depressed,
worn-out,
sleep-deprived visitors
right here at my doorstep
sharing our cooperatively therapeutic planet
with whatever climate health remains
before traveling further
degenerative and regenerative pilgrimages
of choice
and no alternative
homeless choicelessness.

Homelessness is too big
to therapeutically share alone.

I am too small to host
and everyday depressing
compressed to receive,
to accept with impressed renewing eyes
longing for healthy integrity
throughout my extensive habitat
of deeply
cooperatively owned responsibilities
to co-produce common healthy outcomes
for ourselves
and all our caravans,
domestic
and wild,

Internal climate pilgrimage toward trust with beauty
and external co-empathic journeys
into wayfare homelessness,
eco-sublimation,
timeless Earth enchanting trusts
and disenchanting mistrusts
while cleaning my nails
while washing the truck.

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Seeking Sanctuary

Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here he meets his wife
and they have kids
who also have kids
now living the post-millennial nightmare
of what the TrumpCard worshiping U.S.
has most degeneratively isolationist become.

I mentioned that I had never been.
My made-in-Ireland newsboy hat
had only hung in U.S. pubs,
mostly not so green as we might wish,
and had only covered my North American dreams
of a more robust wealth
of future health
for myself
and my African American husband
and our four adopted brown-skin wounded kids
with mental and physical,
mind and body,
spirit and soul uncompetitive challenges.

Challenges now further threatened by bleak climate choices
to pursue RightWing Business As Assault
Competitions to extract Earth’s ecofeminist original values
faster
and faster
and harder thrusting against naked wombs,
angry and filled with fear
we cannot hoard enough power
against the Great Winter
of our own LeftBrain dominant
paranoid prophecy.

And increasingly schizophrenic,
don’t you sometimes inside-outside Voices think?
My new fellow diaspora migrant added,
cooperatively curious,
and not at all competitively overpowering.

Before cars
and planes
and trains,
Before carriages
and carts
and wheels
Irish moms and dads would never have imagined
their homes
as other than our future home,
as other than great-great grandkids home
as it was on into a distant WiseElder
health-rooting past projecting future health.

Diaspora dreams
would have been just for tribal survival reasons,
I suppose.
Which sounds eerily like how I feel
about my kids WiseElder future prospects
challenged by angry supremacist voices,
classically un-evangelical,
philosophically dividing sinful ego-natures
from virtuous eco-spirits…

Yet these are what God originally created together…
Well, I get sidetracked
when I gaze into this awesome abyss
of LeftBrain’s curious diaspora nature
returning to RightBrain spiritual sanctuary
of what paradise Earth could become
after Her diaspora integrity returns.

Where our children can EarthTribe thrive again
by cooperative work and play with our conservative challenges
mental and physical
theological and ecological
spiritual and natural
secular and sacred
liberal healthy while conserving wealth
of deep learning democracy
for challenged diaspora solidarity.

I think about leaving the U.S.
especially in the last couple weeks,
and the last couple years,
now that I think of empty hearts and diamonds adulation
while never once mentioning darker promises
of clubs
and non-elite spades for burying our drowned
and burned
and shot.

This feels less and less like a healthy
safe
cooperative democracy for my wounded diaspora kids
to learn how to play WinWin games
rather than WinLose patriarchal lies
against the cultural wealth potential of equality
for matriarchal
WiseElder
ecofeminist
healthy RightBrain curious climates…

Inclusive of wounded,
voiceless,
brown-skinned children.

Precisely.
Me Too,
my Irish diaspora friend
sadly added,
thinking about her own adult children
increasingly uncomfortable about their distance
dissonance
and lack of hope in co-investment,
fading faith in loyalty to EarthTribe’s diaspora
cooperatively engaging our co-migrating selves.

But my own dad’s
and mom’s journey
began in the MidWest,
and their mom and dads came from Europe,
and their moms and dads
came from migrant EarthTribes
before carriages
and carts
and diaspora enabling wheels.

Where could we go
that could guarantee safe and healthy water,
regenerate soil,
fresh and liberally democratic conserving sanctuary,
bicamerally resonant consciousness,
robust ecological with theological WinWin culture,
cooperative egalitarian intent and design,
restorative justice,
peace for planet,
plants,
and people?

I assume that’s a rhetorical diaspora question.

She invited me to a potluck dinner
in her non-Irish home.

I continued my journey
into our migrant gathering sanctuary,
wondering about souls and wonder and imagination
before curious carriages
and courageous carts
and even simple wheels,
when horses and trees were our whispering neighbors
and prophets predicting healthy grass and water
satisfying next seven regenerations
of challenged children
hoping for their healthy chances
to become tomorrow’s WiseElder sanctuaries.

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Love’s Great Sanctuaries

Those who win the day
are those who choose love
instead of hate.
Rev. Dr. William Barber

Those who exclude victim inclusion
disrupt everyday sanctuary
for addicted bully perpetrators,
not unlike ourselves.

Those who dream sanctuary all FullMoon night
are those who choose uniting integrity
instead of egocentric universal mendacity.

Those who win each Mr. and Ms. Christ day
are those who choose to believe
Christ was Jesus extended family name
instead of Hate,
evangelically disabling anthro-centrism,
fundamentalistic disassociating from messianic eco-restorations.

The magic of loving messiahs,
like the enchantment of Christmas,
is deeper LeftBrain learned and taught
as more about being fully present to healthy eco-wealth
To be less about becoming egocentrically full
of sufficient political presents for All.

Those who restore everyday magic
are those who choose MotherEarth Love
instead of negative ultra-violent patriarchal Hate
punishing sins and crimes
vengeance offensives against revenge
for sins against MotherEarth’s
health of Ms. ChristSoul–

Ecopolitically housed through history’s sanctuary cathedrals
cooperatively co-governed celebrations
for multicultural green reforesting projects
purposes
plans
procedures
policies
polypathic protests.

Deep learning sanctuaries
are ecologically therapeutic environments
are ecopolitically resilient regenerations
are GreenChrist Mentors
are EcoTherapeutic Bodhisattva Advocates.

Those who win each enchanting everyday
by choosing co-redemptive Love
over demi-urgent fundamental Hate
against healthy
multicultural
EarthSanctuary.

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