EcoPolitics of Racial-Cultural History

We are each and all Black Lives and small Deaths
inside our historical-cultural DNA emergence
into full-octave multicultural ecopolitics.

In this Earth’s ecosystem,
there can be no ecological entity perceivable as White,
or even Light,
unless historically emerged as reversing full-radial
progenitive Black,
dualdark regenesis.

For you and yours,
did light skin reify from dark political-economic history,
to somehow feel toxic shame
about our shared evolving multicultural Creation Story?
Or, do you know and feel light skin evolving
within deeply respected dark rich embryonic Elders
of trusted and loved polyculturing healthy glory?

Can you see and smell and feel and celebrate
Earth’s humane rivers of blood all flowing back to Africa,
just as our multicultural incarnation merged and melded,
molded and re-emerged from more ambivalent MiddleEastern
races to and from Promised Lands of ecopolitical health
and beauty,
bilateral truths of space as time,
nondually coarising races of Earth’s EcoMedicinal Time.

We use trust and mistrust and distrust
to speak of thoughts,
as we use empathy, co-empathic dissonance,
and learned supremacist hatreds,
rebuking and reifying, denying empathic feelings
to own egocentric political dominance of anemic birthright promise.

Trust thoughts grow healthy political flowers
from co-empathic feelings, experience, learning, development.
But, if empathic health fails to flower trust,
then all the rest are negative
feelings, experience, learning from dissonance,
lack of healthy development.

Absence of trust appears,
and begins to smell bad,
only when positive empathic capacity and will have died,
unrooted through past injury,
chronic stress,
lack of rest and other positive nutrients.

Empathy spawning trust
together co-arise
as thoughts have historical feelings attached
to thoughts projecting power
into future therapeutic and toxic relationships,
or mistrustful dissonant absence thereof.
Future relationships extending feelings manifest into shared thoughts,
language of transracial ecoconsciousness.

We are all Black Lives in Promised Lands inside our enculturing history stories,
integrity of DNA’s race-revolving lessons
longing to reconnect empathic listen,
always voting for dark horse underdog as me
and, by extension, my “we”.

When our Black interior Lives Matter
empathically with trust,
then all our daily lives and nightly deaths
will matter more richly and deeply,
healthier wealth.


We Have Questions

I hear we have questions, like
Does reality exist?

And yet no one seems to question
that unreality is, rather vaguely,
what does not exist
nor could it
as absence of reality is not conceivable
by any of our sensory receptors
for seeing and smelling and tasting and hearing and feeling,
which grew our spectral points evolving reality’s harmonic memories
and thereby knowing this reality of now,
as compared and contrasted to previously incarnated moments of now,
but all this within double-binding temporal limits
of currently existing realities
coincident to sentient beings within range
of confluently reiterative communication, co-arising nondually.

We evolve this reality polyculturally
and multigenerationally.

I hear and see and taste we have reality
because unreality does not yet exist.

Reality seems to flow most transparently
midway between extreme thresholds
of suffering and bliss,
bilateral (and dipolar) harbingers of unthinkable and inexpressible absence
of Ego’s active questioning and answering
real-sensory receptors fully functioning as reality producers.


I hear we have follow up questions:
Does TaoBalanced PYang = N(NP)YinYin reality exist?

And yet no one seems to question
that unreality is, rather vaguely,
what does not exist
nor could it
as absence of reality is not conceivable
by any of our sensory receptors
for seeing and smelling and tasting and hearing and feeling,
which grew our spectral points evolving reality’s Yang/Yin harmonic memories
and thereby knowing this reality of now,
as compared and contrasted to previously incarnated moments of now,
but all this within double-binding temporal limits
of currently existing realities
coincident to sentient beings within range
of confluently reiterative communication,
co-arising nonduality ourselves.

We evolve this mutually-exegetical reality polyculturally,
and multigenerationally
following natural laws of (0)-interest body-nutrition v environmental-Otherpathology.

I hear and see and taste we have reality
because our unreality does not yet exist.

Reality seems to flow most transparently
midway between extreme thresholds
of suffering-yin-Right and blissful-yang-Left,
bilateral (and dipolar) harbingers of unthinkable and inexpressible absence
of Ego’s active questioning and answering
real-sensory receptors producing nondual co-arising reality,
0-sum balanced,
Left cooperative neural-network emerging from historicultural co-empathic feelings
trustful wu-wei Right.

And yet this NotNot PolyNomial RealTime absence of reality
is also our beloved common language and values, dreamscapes,
imagination gameframes
and WinWin recreation v pathological LoseLose self-reality stories.


Psychology of Political-Economic Constitutions

Shalom, Aloha, Namaste

Kinship and Ego identity co-arise in socioeconomic health of mutual trust,
beginning in utero
swimming about in embryonic nutrition,
rather than active distrust
or more passive mistrust of the relatively unknown
yet somehow paranoic alien, Other.

The psychological fuel for polypathic political trust
is capacity for empathy,
which grows bicamerally within mutually subsidiary economies
of co-empathic positive intent,
co-arising nondually
in more ecstatic peaks of good beatific as beautifully edgy humor.

Empathy is a teachable,
because learnable,
listening and noticing skill,
stretching to include those aliens of self and other doubt,
occasionally even abusive terrorists within.

Mature co-empathic bicameral skills
are what we might call healthy mindfulness,
ecoconsciousness of Self as holonically syncing with Other,
intent toward mutual integrity,
esteemed equivalence,
emerging from comprehension of our Original Intent
as regenerative cycling Earth’s SpaceTime fertile paradise
of Positive Deviance Psychology,
Political ChoiceMaking for Positive Nutrients,
Economically Cooperative WinWin TransActions,
deviant from vacuous dissonance and chaos,
random WinLose irrationality,
endless notnot polynomials of double-binding ambivalence.

Zero-centric mindfulness training
is not only the stuff of sit at home,
chant and drum meditation training and sensory experience
of nutritional sounds and tastes and sights and smells
with concomitant affective feelings
of resonant trust, dissonant mistrust, assonant distrust, hate, fear, anger
trusting things might be better
if I can just cathartically,
purgatively force myself and others to calm back down
from active distrust to at least more passive mistrust
about our continuing future lives together
in more peaceful silence of mutual breathing,
in as out.

While shared centering space and sounds can be useful
especially as household units,
and prior to important political and economic discernment events
systemic networks of positive transitional evolutionary intent,
stretching mindfulness through each active loving moment
of each day and night
is optimally sustained only in a safe-risk environment
of political and economic cooperative nurturance,
where power competitions are normatively agreed to remain subservient
to greater cooperative nurturing,
Both-And powers of consensual discernment
to discover together highest and best political ecotherapy
and economic health optimization outcomes.

We are best within our democratically-inclusive empathic wheelhouse,
rather than the mutual immune fears of unknown
mysterious and unfortunate threats
and other competitive LeftBrain too-reductive dominance
in defining extended families of synergetic confluence,
requires (0)-centric disciplines of mindfulness
but these are more accurately embraced as Tao-disciplines
on behalf of Love as Nature’s KindTrust Expansion,
rather than suboptimizing political/economic goals
of Anger and Fear Management and self repression
of the static/stuck Panic-Terrorist within to feel better
managing damage control,
safety and security,
defensive mutual time out preferences,
restraint procedures
and economic investment boundary policies
to contain our LoseLose worst hunting and ungathering fears.

The Haudenosaunee definition of grace,
“the words that come before all else”
under ideal compost incubating circumstances
of mutual-mentoring
Both-And political and economic cooperative discernment
might bilaterally nuance,
grace evolves the words that come before as after all else,
as above,
so below;
as Exterior Landscaped
so Interior Landscaped.

The belief that anthrocentrism is fundamental
to wise political and economic regenerative planning
for future generations,
is the Original Sin of fundamentalist self-idolatry.
Our capacities for healthy mutual co-empathic trust development
far exceed such a limited and limiting sense of our own personal,
and EarthTribal identity,
history of cooperative enculturation and intelligence.

Radical Revolutionary Earth (0)-Soul Centrism
is bicameral ecoconsciousness
of polypathic highest as healthiest beautiful minds and words
that come both before and after all else.

Our co-empathic democratic multicultural trust
in healthy cooperative futures begins this and each EarthLoving Eternal Day and Rich Composting Night,

Aloha, Shalom. Namaste.


Dark Bears : Buzzing RedLight Bees

Honey Bear,
I would like to say goodbye
and would appreciate your reply.

Where are you going?

I am going to sing farewell
before my minute hand wears out.

yet I hoped you might first learn
to dance hello.

Yes, so I too presumed,
yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight
dancing hello toward Earth’s light
follows learning to sing night’s lullaby
enduring dusks darkening evaporation
of bright transparent regeneration.

I would like to sing farewell
not sure whether we will ever find time
for another healthy hello,
good mourning death’s surprising pass
right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies
of BusinessAsUsual love.

Just once before either of us further dies
and lies within Earth’s sacred skin,
I would like us to learn to sing farewell
to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration,
multicolored disincarnation,
wildflower struggling together dissonance
within Earth’s MultiTribal Solidarity.

With this pearl of our shared memory
how much brighter next time’s dawn.

Better than whole wheat pancakes
with strawberries
and butter
and maple syrup springs
of wildflower birdsong?

Breaking night time’s fast
with love’s echoing farewell lullaby
warming daylight’s first embryonic memory,
spreading farewell liturgies
like warm butter
throughout love’s remembering twilight day.

You would have your farewell pearl
with breakfast too.

I would sing farewell
not knowing we will have another day
to dance our hellos of gratitude
for love syrup warmly given
transforming sacred memories
of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within,
dancing and singing tender humored
and raving raven memories
fading back to our first eyes greeting.

You were redhead magnificent
and bright as nuclear light,
yet not sure you had enough to share
with all my dark bear ways.

And you still growl your raw reviews
about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours
and cubs who have never learned to dance
a dignified hello
much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby,
softly fading into some other household’s light
of their own healthy making.

Stars have never sung the same
since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes.

Moon heart glows full color harmonics
to know your quiet delight,
teasing might,
sharing your monopoly of wild investments
in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured kinda’ light.
Too seldom has sailed
our full octave light and dualdark racing pilgrimage
through transgenerational childhood brights and fights,
embracing dawns,
effacing darks together.

Honey Bee,
I love to sing farewell struggling harmony
while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell,
folding to unfold eco-memory flying
YangBear/YinBee soul-honeydancing,
Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.


Shoveling I-Cycles

He said he planned to freeze to death.

Did he mean to have his body frozen?
Stored to hatch again later,
leftovers out of time’s deep freezer of waiting.

No, not that.
He responds with undeniable dismissal,
this would not be his investment in future plans.

I hope and believe that I will choose
when to freeze my death.

I remember his hope
stepping out into Connecticut’s perfect nor’eastern,
stern at onslaught,
like pilgrims and nearby islands of granite
states and histories,
but then dragging more gracefully out
into lacey fluff
floating toward quintessential kitschey views
framed from inside
by silent flickering orange light
of coal black constitutional wood stove
New England casual propriety,
radiating dry welcome warmth,
but with appropriate restraint,
while I remember to step
onto my snow covered front porch,
evenly blanketed front to back,
as if devoid of shingled Cape Cod roof.

This would be a good New Connected way too die.
Shoveling snow in paradise
evening’s post-storm quiet,
waiting for far off snow blowers
to finally rest.

Without anger or disappointment.
How could we become a better time and place
to re-enter timeless freedom of empathic light?
Fearless deep enriching flight
into nesting night
of death’s diastatic elational surprise,
floating out as in
to continue WinWin play
as recreating love-life
by day
and regenerating CoLover’s Love of love ourselves
each climaxing full-moon night,
speaking trough nor’easter’ wind
of light redemption
and bright winged mythic co-reception.

If I were of his fearless content mind
to fade in frosty sublime light,
now would be my time
to threshold off
into enculturing adventures
of co-relational Earthen Love,
holding off my WinWin Climax re-transformation
until this night’s threshold,
freezing away from carnating restraint
of graceless angry fear of lively shadows
and losing ego’s permacultured golden age
to flow into disincarnate freedom
full as loving tic elating grace,
recomposing Earth’s Tribal Golden Embryo,
a grand transitional opera
in four snow-bound limbs
of crystal-frosted dancing light
elating pure true resonance.

He planned to freeze his death
to love Earth’s Paradise,
echoing co-radical Presence.

My warmth becomes distracting
to this Bodhisattva Revolution
into cosmic-conscious decomposition
of Gaia’s delicious musical comedy
sung full-timed operatic pretension
until cold brings time’s threshold
storm inviting steadier-state contemplation,
love Beloved freezing Presence,
free at last to climax multicultural Elation.

Funny, now, to remember
his pre-climatic drama,
requiring death
to embrace love’s timelessly available freedom,
when each breath grows sacrament
baptizing love’s diastatic promise,
then purging Passion Stories back out
to feed Earth’s ravenous trees of upside-down wisdom.

It’s all so intensely rich and deep,
shoveling snow,
remembering a friend
who chose to freeze his living
to enjoy a dancing Full Moon dying
to become his already present EcoArising Presence.

CoMessiah breathing in Connecticut’s normative normal
natural business
nor’eastern Paradise Transition,
shoveling deeply within
newly laid embryonic blanketing womb

I hope our kids won’t worry or ever fear
that we’ve chosen frozen to death out here
over all our over-heated operatic flame
of life in quiet reConnecting home.

He said he planned to freeze to death
to sit with passionate Earth’s Tribe,
co-rising Time’s elating love,

Even so,
I hope he misses me
as I miss him.


Homeward Loss

Heart is where my home is,
my soul,
my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly happy, content.

Home unveils life’s liturgy.
This home where I was conceived
and born
has rebirthed me each dawn
through all my dream time,
where I grew up,
where siblings moved on,
where I was married,
from where I buried my grandparents,
and then my parents.

As my body houses my identity
my home houses my body.
While home and self-identity can be distinguished
one from the other,
this is never a benign discrimination;
a distinction without prospects for contented difference,
dishearted separation.

My soul and mind and body fade and wilt
withdrawn by force and circumstance
from my embryonic being.
To awaken or sleep away
in any other place,
without power or even hope to return,
fades my eyes and ears and nose,
my skin down to my spinal bones,
despair this senseless loss of sense
of life and breath and bread that once was mine
and could be mine to share again.

My home is where I live
my view of neighbors and town and Earth and life
flowing sedately toward, then past too quickly
on my backyard river
greeting ducks and swans
herons and eagles soaring by
to hunt this fertile rippling home with me
now fading into memory
as memory shades to apathy,
and apathy to this sad isolation
from my heart’s womb.


For Caroline


Nature’s Embryonic Soul

Each day an extension of my time
so each morning a risk and opportunity
to avoid greedy egocentrism
to step into harmonious eco-centered consciousness.

Each still-wombed entity extends mother’s incarnating time
so each maternal risk and opportunity,
each free will act of paternity,
aborts competitive egocentrism
by incarnating bilateral consciousness,
wisdom’s good faith compost for our co-operating future.

Each life extends time’s enculturing memory
of risks and opportunities
avoiding evolution’s monochromatic dead ends
by embracing revolution’s polyculturing conscience.

Each moment incarnates time’s eternally wombed memory
of culturally autistic risk and polypathic opportunity
to avoid deductive domination’s suffering
to mutually embrace eco-paradigmatic synergy.
Time is a hollow womb
and its omnipotence is universal!
Fathomlessly ubiquitous.
Like the double-binding revolutionary progenitor of all things.
Its smooth-structured boundaries resonating
prime relationship not-not tangles informing,
Its light tempered balance of enlightenment,
Its turmoil equivalently decomposing dissonant understories,
Yet dark like deep ecological flow it sustains econormative Commons.
I do not know whose embryo time is
if not a 4-dimensional echo of time’s natured incarnation
within cosmic bicameral consciousness.


Note: This second section is inspired by Lin Yutang’s translation of Laotse’s “The Character of Tao”, p. 63, in The Wisdom of Laotse, Modern Library, 1948; in which I take the liberty of interpreting “Tao” as progenitive binomial Time, incarnating as information, memory-excarnating as bilateral not-not polynomial exformation.