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Ironic Revolving History

Interesting
is it not?

Not so GrandChildren of immigrants from Europe,
seeking religious freedom
and economic advantage
and almost certainly of self-examined HAVE-NOT status,

Because, if not of personally
and economically
persecuted persuasion
and unenlightened neglect
and politically disempowering abuse.
then why would these wise GrandElders
have immigrated
toward this more cooperatively enlightened health
and empowering democratic safety
promised MotherLand?

Interesting that some of their NotSoGrandChildren
are now feeling Elitely entitled
to StraightWhiteMale libertarian privilege,
are evangelically entitled,
chosen children and then adults
for wild red rapture DeathCulture fantasies,

Dark conspiracy theories
to explain chronic HAVE-Not economic
or political
or even right-mind personal status

Supporting ego redemptive nihilistic insurrections,
ecofeminist rape,
and pillage,
and strange black guerrila mob lynching theater
defensively justified anthro-supremacist extraction rights
without exploiting left elitist government officials
snobbishly intellectual
know-nothing betrayers
of those left neglects,
leaving under-privileged behind
without academic elitist learning

Not to trust
green clerical ecofeminists
storming mainstream privileged liberals

In love,
preaching EarthDay promises
of win/win co-redemption,
restoring divine natural EarthJustice,
healing the win/lose sick
and tired
and already retired,
and low self-esteemed,
wounded and broken

Without LeftBrain relevant
interdependent natural compassion creation stories,
recreation development narratives
severed from RightBrain spiritually interdependent
sensory impassioned memories

Of RightWing judging wounds,
steeped in red-blooded American StraighWhiteMale
blaming and shaming,
revengefully right reactionary
against intolerable and ungrateful GrandChildren
too multiculturally alien

Immigrants,
underemployed spiritual pilgrims
seeking new EarthVisions

ReVisions of Old Testament hospitality
GoldenRules of polycultural religious light
of freedom,
economic cooperative powers
of resilient ego-health
and EarthDay safety

Win/Win cooperative Paradise,
green democratic delivery of Heaven
away from self-proclaimed HAVE-NOT Hell
monoculturing
Not So Grandchildren daily ZeroSum lack

Of liberally civil love,
civic status,
multiculturally re-connecting,
religioning NonZero Souls
found interesting,
are we white systemic privileged not?

NotSo GrandChildren of poor and tired immigrants
from Europe,
too often weak and broken and tired,
suffering losers and sometimes
too heterodox sinners,
seeking multicultural religious freedom
and more cooperative economic advantage
and almost certainly hoping for integral green compassion
in ego-as-ecoOther re-examined
HAVE-NOT sufficient green cooperative
healthy democratic
win/win bicamerally empowering
enlightening interdependent status,

Because, if not interesting,
then continue spinning
win/lose patriarchal
LeftBrain dominant history
instead of win/win matriarchal
co-enlightening mystery
of green ecofeminist win/win powers.

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Love’s Vulnerable Pedestrian

Taoists recognize
all outside exposed inside egos
feel watched
when walking through
a new or, some stressed times,
even a long familiar
housed human eco-habitat

But some of us feel marginal,
suspected,
anxious about being judged
and shamed
and blamed
for assumed insufficiencies
at aggressively playing monoculturing win/lose
Straight
WesternWhite
Patriarchal
eco-political games

And sometimes we feel anticipation,
privileged multicultural excitement
and active hope

That the multigenerational family
moving in next door
will have kids our win/win needy age

Still health/wealth co-empathic
feeling ego/ecosystemic healing memories

Of past
RedYang/GreenYintegrity walking
waking small revolutionary
repurposing
transportive
transcendent communion experiences

ReStorying Earth’s polyculturing just Ways,
PolyPathic Means,
CoMediations of health-felt cooperative experience

In Ego/Eco-Pedestrian NonZero Zones
of active co-mediation,
win/win strategic and healing game designers
bilaterally co-passioned,
walking along 1/0 binomial
double-binary
boundaries

Anticipating ego/eco-systemic
compassionately progressing
communions.

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The Americans

“I do not see what right any one would have
to object to calling this part
[the South American mainland],
after Americus
who discovered it
and who is a man of intelligence,
Amerigen,
that is, the Land of Americus,
or America:
since both Europa and Asia
got their names from women.”
Matthias Ringmann, cartographer, 1507

With the bringing down of statues
and the renaming of sacred temples,
I am reminded of Biblical tearing down
of shrines to Baal,
the turning of politically and religiously correct
cultural backs and shoulders,
hands and feet,
heads and capital investments
away from our own idolatrous sins
of anthro-centric history.

Fair enough,
but, to gaze upon which new god
and goddess?
Green and Black sacred lives,
and red blood of The Lamb
and yellow SonLight
and blue Marian EcoFeminist
and ultra-nonviolet EarthMother Moon.

So many colors to choose
or not to choose
yet avoid new temples to Baal;

A crisis of risk and opportunity
dissonance and resonance
divestment and investment
degenerative and regenerative intent.

A critical discernment
between infamous and famous,
natural pathology and spiritual health.

What surprises me
in this current revolutionary purging
of racism
and violent colonialism
and rapacious patriarchalism
and perniciously predative mono-sexism
and almost hopeless anthropocentrism
is the resilience of Amerigo
[also Americus] Vespucci,
extractively merchanting
and mapping
and scientific explorer source
for “America”.

We had, in the 1500s,
The Americas,
South, then North
invested cartographers
led by Mr. Americus.

Indigenous populations,
now become Native Americans
in North America,
also used maps,
if not externally sketched in two dimensions,
then internally felt in spacetime four
spiraling through green seasons
of nutritional communication
bearing future fruit
and healthy seeds
and wealthy wombs.

Then came the United States of America.
Not, more humbly,
United States of North America
in part
because mappers and Earthologists
were not yet in resonant agreement
about whether this wild new West,
although now clearly not East India
with NearEast Indians,
is one united continent
or now eroded into two.

Here,
anthropoids had a choice,
to honor academic investor Americus
as next to godliness,
or,

Recognizing that fame does not become us,
further invest this new global map
in rediscovered new age Western Earth,
lying in sacred direction of divine sunset
for those cartographers
and astrologers
residing in full moon rising Europa

Before these United States of America
and without the bondage of critical events
in EuroCentric historic story,
neither infamous nor famous
indigenous risk takers
and opportunity seekers
built temples
to deities Amerigo
found idolatrous

Which he might also have considered
as further resourced roots
of gods and goddesses
appropriate to Black and Brown and Green Lives Mattering
to RedBlooded EarthTribes
of saints and sinners
resonant and dissonant

Regenerative and degenerative
cooperatively co-invested and competitively divested

Win/win communal and win/lose capitalistic,
interdependently incorporated
and violently individualistic,

Liberal in democratic love
and stingy with constipated constitutional conservatism,
ecofeminist and egopatriarchal,
Green ReBidenuclear
and Red UberTrumpian.

Statues of,
and temples dedicated to, Americus
are difficult to find,
thus,
even more difficult to tear down.

But,
for those who can recreate such sacred history,
systematic theology,
ecology of healthy and pathological relationships,
neurological psychology,
polypathic muse-cology
of polyphonic risk
and opportunity,
the first moment of cultural exhale
invites individual climate purgation,

This much is obvious
to our natural senses,

However,
our second moment of inhale,
this is my returning revolutionary question,

Will we replace academic extractive Amerigo
with Uniting Global States
of GreenBlue Earth?

Or something more idolatrous
like patriarchal
racist
and revengefully capitalistic
UberTrumpian Baal?
NeoColonizing Hate and Fear?
MonoCulturing Anger?
Lone AnthroWarriors of Narcissus?
Naked White Emperors of Americus?

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Packing Up

Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder–
which is poor grammar
for severance of love’s embodied glamour.

Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with my own stage,
this playful working space,
for everyday self
and other witnessing life
love
hate
joy
anger
courage
fear
healing
suffering

Not a fabulously grand stage
but my intimate memories
triggered by damp basement
through dusty attic,
inside resonant
and outside growing resilient,
front yard exhibitions
and back yard more inhibited glimmers
and shivers,
dimmers
and emotive rivers

Moving out
without regard for loss
feels too surgical,
masochistic,
violent,
silent shriek of bad faith
loss,
divestment from personal
political
economic
cultural placement
more sacredly cherished
than secularly calculated
in clock time to move on.

My best therapeutic intent
to know I leave this tiny spot of Earth
at least as healthy
and beautiful
as I have found her
while unpacking
in her abandoned
neglected
bramble thorned sadness
inviting my hope-filled gladness
too few years ago.

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And Still We Search

I’ll be turning 68 this spring
and still looking for a health wealthy home.

This feels remarkably like a younger traveler’s game,
with less baggage
and furniture
and tools.

Embarrassing
for an ecotherapist
to be so Earth-habitat unrooted.

Not to indulge in self-shaming,
yet my youngest son,
dependent on EarthTribe to support him
because of physical and verbal dysfunction,
is especially threatened
by Dad’s disability
to seek deep and wide root systems
of affiliation
with natural and spiritual neighbors.

My support system
continues with good faith feedback
that every challenge represents opportunities to learn
and doing so keeps us feeling young,
flexible,
even springy,
optimistic.

I wonder how much older I would feel
if I had never left my family farm birthplace
in Michigan
where this nomad epic wandering
was first inspired
to run into young adulthood
on my own two strong legs
and back
and more orthodox mind.

Now more imaginatively stimulated
by heretical thoughts of a well-cushioned rocker
next to a comforting fire,
surrounded by neighbors,
people
and birds,
squirrels
and rabbits,
chipmunks
and woodchucks,
fox
and shy coyotes,
wild turkeys
and horses
and cattle,
sheep
and goats,
mother trees
and lilac bushes,
a blue lake
and a green alpine mountain,
a shade speckled rocky river…
And still I search
for compassionate companions
on this daily revolving journey
through Earth’s nutrition nurturing seasons
active and dormant,
light with rain and snow,
sometimes feeling far too fast
and sometimes anciently slow…

And still we search,
my son and I,
for yet another right place to go.

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More Questions

Why is music
more emotionally important than rhetoric?

Why is grace-full dance
healthier than verbal prance?

So many questions
more important than private answers…

I question why
my faith community
provides sanctuary to legally-challenged immigrants
24/7,

And yet, has not actively opened our sanctuary
to local homeless and health-challenged emigrants from outside places
on Sunday mornings, nine to noon,
and during Wednesday evening choir practice,
and during Tuesday evening Green Sanctuary meetings
about Earth justice
and internal/external environmental-contextual fragility,
and other health challenges
for building multicultural well-being,
faith,
active hope

Resonant throughout this local place
and resilient throughout our global pace
monocultural race
of eco-theological climate space
and nurturing time

Sung in transparent octaves of music
more intuitively significant than rhetorical debate;
one heard cooperatively
and the other spoken to win ego-support
and loss to ecopolitical competitors,

Which is not criminal behavior
yet perhaps worthy of impeachment
and excommunication
for anti-communion behavior.

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Taoist Covenants

May supreme Force
become You.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she asked

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he responded.

It seems,
to usually curious
and always ancient
right with left dipolar ecofeminist Us,

Contracts are secular agreements
designed to improve mutual odds
of losing less value
as invested across degenerating time.

While Covenants
may be all that contractual business,
But also sacred cooperative accompaniments
designed to improve warm solidarity
of synergetically winning optimal values
empowering We,

Where
and when
PolyNomial We
equals interdependent PolyCultural Us.

Contracts hold ZeroZone transparent space for win/lose,
positive/negative
good/bad
life/death oppositional evolutionary/devolutionary
EarthInvestment/Divestment Trends

While Covenants expect overwhelming win/win opportunities
can be multiculturally rediscovered
redeemed through appositional dipolarities
co-arising Yang/Yin
EarthTrend egoLeft/ecoRight
cooperatively-held sacrifices,

Yang, past-informed
yet Yin, future-exforming flow out,

Voice inhaled as reverse un-versed exhaled,
Future as re-imaged response to win/lose
conversion into win/win freedom of imagination,
playing and gaming co-invested compassion,
fluid strength migrations,
polyphonic paths of rediscovery
into rapture’s sacred consciousness
climaxing polycultural out/in-comes,
where all values
are intrinsically positive
safe
healthy.

We more typically contract
to cooperatively resist
against a shared enemy
alien impoverished multiplication
diminishment long-division,
threat against long-term Elite LeftBrain resilience
within a resonant agreement of mutual asylum,
our win/lose silo of internal/external apartheid,
Climates communicating in and outside.

Sometimes
we creolize the colors and climates
of symphonic sacred sanctuaries
through cooperative invitation
within a safe and healthy multicultural-valuing space
relationship
vunerable communication of felt and thought co-passions,
Left with Right bicameral communions,
universally egalitarian salvation
through unitarian intersectional passions
for listening
noticing positive and negative climates
attitudes
verbalizations
embodied right-brain feelings
disembodied left-brain deductive/reductive thoughts

Longing for GoldenRule ecopolitical sanctuary,
green,
brown and black and tan and cream and white,
blue and red,
ultra-nonviolent integral compassion.

Asylums
do not challenge retributive justice norms
and values.
Except as also Sanctuaries, integral
sacred
multiculturally resilient
can restore win/win peace and justice models
of compassionate communication,

Especially as inspired by this post-millennial crisis
of Climate Fragility
fragmentation
degenerative trends of devolution,
now first seen and heard
felt and thought and touched
with 2020 pre-vision
provision,
safety,
nurture,
nutrition,
health-wealth.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she, fragile, asked,

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he, fragmented, responded.

May Earth’s ancient Source
be with Us.

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Green Sanctuary Propositions

Who are you most longing to become?

How we answer this is different for an ancient rooted tree
than for a recent immigrant
searching for a niche of stable self-sufficiency.

Who we already have become together
feels more important to thriving groves of WiseElders
than to adolescent immigrants
actively learning creolizing bilingual skills
still coming together for survival.

So too, offering Sanctuary,
becoming Sanctuary,
inviting Sanctuary,
is rooted in Green complex nutrients
for feeding
and warm wet watering
whispering easier
cozier
more accessible nutrients
for everyone–
but especially appreciated
by more recent emigrants
to a new garden of hospitality,
of multicultural cooperation,
of shared cooperative residence
and patterns of safe,
sometimes exciting, new transport
toward healthiest wealth.

A gardener’s intent
to both offer and share sanctuary
may provoke well-nurtured gratitude
in a recent annual immigrant,
but a more sleepy and self-satisfied entitlement
in mature seniority of perennials,

Yet, primordially feeling and speaking,
we are all immigrants newly becoming together
with each new dawn,
and determined to cooperatively rest
in grateful dreams
with each renewing dusk.

Who are we most belonging
by becoming Green Sanctuary
together?

Some guilds of mutual interest
and investment
invite growing a cooperative sanctuary for food,

Other teams choose cooperatively owned and managed shelter,
gardens,
farms,
transporting cars and trucks
and bikes and horses,

Others focus on cooperatively owned and managed soil,
observing that democratically co-invested compost,
like capital,
recalls healthy savings in a nutritional bank
for cooperative food constituents.

And so it went,
whether Republican or Democrat,
Libertarian or Green,
Who we want to become together
is more cooperatively resilient,
more robustly compassionate
and co-empowering,
so less aloof
alone
smug and self-satisfied
about our competitive win/lose economic
and partisan histories of colonization;

When, truth become remembered,
we are all reborn naked
and needy
immigrants.

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Unfinished Exodus

As Exodus tells his story,
Moses was compelled by God
and then invited,
commissioned by inside/outside Voice,
and bv voices of Israel’s extended people
to lead them through forty desert years
of sometimes nomadic wins
and mostly immigrating losses
in a competitively shared wilderness.

Then,
just as they approached the Promised Land’s border,
now matured
multigenerationally seasoned
regeneratively prepared for entry
into this great Middle Eastern creolization journey
in-between Earth’s secular/sacred history
of multicultural peace-making,
win/win environmental envisioning
and compassionate planning
and cooperative implementation,

Just as Moses could climb a sacred yang mountain
and look across rich heavenly green Promise
in Yahweh’s chosen yin valley
of profoundly interdependent
complexly transcendent
co-presence,

Moses suddenly understood right then
right there,
he would die before he could live
among those who would cross over
to complete this epic historic pilgrimage
toward compassionate climate of Promise,
both secular and sacred majesty,
patriotic epiphany
of resilient
multiculturing
healthy demo/theo-cracy.

I see our post-millennial Boomer regenerative process
restoratively wandering through this win/lose forty year
post-industrial wilderness
toward epic climate pollution risks
and monocultural loss
for polycultural wins
of ego-left/eco-right opportunity.

Here,
with now,
on this very cusp of 2020 robust revision,
I know we will not live
to see health optimizing
resilient Promised land and waters,

Although I have lived and loved to locally
and globally,
personally
and politically,
ecologically
and economically long to grow
together
migrant green integrity.

And my autonomous left hemisphere feels disappointed
sad
unfairly deprived about this unfinished migration,
Frustrated because cooperative liberal love,
active compassion,
is so obviously healthier for all travelers riding Earth,
wealthier than competitive fragmenting mistrust,
conserving climatic rage
about our globally
and locally unfinished industrial business.

At the same time
my dipolar interdependent right hemisphere
remains timelessly silent
on topics of ego-left mortality.

S/he may not distinguish
between first yang-patriarchal inhale
and last yin-matriarchal exhale
because this Zen ZeroSoul,
this Holy Nature/Spirit
is one
with that of Moses,

With all Messianic pilgrims,
leaders,
facilitators,
mediators,
With all bodhisattva peace mentors,
With restorative peace and justice integrity Advocates,
wandering a post-industrial green wilderness.

Polypathic Moses
of Earth’s great exodus Rapture
into unfinished healthier life
wealthier transformational business
of regenerating Promise,
for transgenerating lands and waters,
mountains and river-valleys,
mortally unfinished transcendent Eminence
and immortally interdependent Imminence,
Yang universal being with Yintegral uniting
resilient becoming
yet unfinished Exodus
into climatic healthy Promise.

 

 

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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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