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Gaia Steps Out

Gaia steps out
to listen

She may roar in full voiced
crescendo

Then retreat, hiding
anticipating with global delight
diminuendo

Tomorrow
our first perfect win/win day
when no win/lose to lose/lose
has unpromisingly happened
to trigger my anxiety,
innuendo

Of win/win delight
empowering Sun’s sacred
yellow persevering light

Gaia will step out
virginally tomorrow
when magically
and/or tragically invited

To step on out
without even Her inner ego
climate listener
to awesomely admire
what She would have said
if She had only win/win felt
to think dipolar co-arising
Green/Blue cooperative compassion

Stepping into nonviolent dialogue
communications in/exforming
health with wealth
non-zero interdependently reconnecting
today’s worst day potential
with tomorrow’s best day opportunities

Stepping up and out
in defiant celebration
of Earth’s primal gift economy
empowering
and enlightening
democracy’s stealthy health
into and through
20/20 non-custody of systemic eyes
and listening ears
in regenerative win/win review

Stepping into
Green ego/eco-climate balance
double-binary both/and dipolarity
of patriarchalism
monotheism
racism
sexism
anthro-supremacism
more risky
when USA patriotically made
in His straight white male image.

Stepping through
LeftBrain Win to Lose
devolutionary theories
of surviving orthodox straight white
anthro-capitalistic Win sacred Spirits
by Losing secularized natural sensory feelings

Stepping beyond repressing
Indigenous left/right co-emergent wisdom
bicamerally walking
eco/ego-therapeutic reconnections

Gaia steps boldly out
for green cooperative interfaith
multiculturing re-ligions
of EarthTribe’s polyculturing wealth
for cooperatively nurturing species

Stepping through
this Great Green/Blue Transition
restoring EarthLoyal salvation
of NonZero Holy Animated SoulPowers
fed and interfaith fueled
by Sun’s radiant gusty
lusty warming ecological winds
and GrandMother Moon’s ultra-nonviolent
EarthPeace dreams
of light and power

Stepping into calming clouds
shading our green/blue yellowing sphere
with fading frost polarities
emerging brown drought dust spots
and slowly rising warming oceans
surfing up super-wet hurricanes
and windstorms

She steps on
in response to some safety question
about healing filling silence
when the only voices still available
are outside creature voices

Stepping into Gaian ancient narratives
of revolutionary light
sweeping aside dualdark bilateral feelings,
evolutionary progressive win/win process
for thriving ecopolitical wealth
of winds fertilizing warm waters

Gaia steps toward Heaven shining
on EarthEmpowering Justice,
ego/eco-systemic
bicameral Green/Blue/Red Peace

Stepping regeneratively win/win,
generatively win/lose,
degeneratively lose/lose

Gaia steps around
and over
and under today’s worst health pandemic
to invite tomorrow’s integral sacred promise
providing a safe healthy space
and future paradise time
when no bad thing
could possibly yet have already happened
except anxiety
about win/lose anxiety

Foreseeing an unforgiving
merciless Green Gaian Rage
against our super-redwinged
anthroprivileged selves

Yet, even so,
Gaia bicamerally steps out
to non-violently listen
witness
mediate
restore interdependent Ego’s
healthiest EcoJustice
stepping out.

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To Gladly Walk

If I could walk gladly
and talk not sadly
across this Earth
around our home,
our shared place
of sacred journeyed birth
and emergent democratic space,
I would.

Yet, not only could we walk
and talk
in Earth’s dispassioned way,

Not only would you
and should we all–
but we do
already

This pilgrimage of growing attachment,
then adolescent competitions,
then co-acclimating
more mature
wiser self-interested consciousness
back through ancient cooperative journeys
into Earth’s divine root systems
redefining multiculturally healthy communion

Where life networks prepare for final death
No more or less
than daily deaths to egotistic stuckness,

In illusions of human privileged apartheid
prepares us for Earth’s further financial freeing
from right now responsibility,
loss of moral authority,
political fleeing
journey away from our global sacred space
integrity
in energy
through liturgy
for revolutionary complex spirals
of and for
Earth’s most healing SafeHome interests

Humane, yet also divine, ecosystemic unveiling
within just-in-Time
redevelopment of cooperative communication

For walking gladly
and sadly not win/win
madly listening
not not badly hustling
just-right resonantly rustling

Through deep autumnal leave
and wrestling wide spring tides
and all Earth’s awesome wonders
in-between Summer’s passionately respirating heat
and Winter’s synergetic deepest freeze.

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Escape Into Silence

Escape into silence
moving out in still morning
across pine needle cushioned trails
toward Earth’s solitary
murmuring river,

Whispering from where we have come
to quietly slip
drift
ripple forward
into an expanding mouth
without inhumane voice

Escape into silence,
comforting respite

Leaving behind human,
even humane
compassionate stories
voices
sounds;
but not memories
fantasies
feelings
choice

These inevitably accompany,
friendly and hard lessons
blending into muffled landscapes,
sea sounds,
silent breezes
teasing past sense

Sensory
sexually imprinted
colored
wordlessly intoned
rhythmed
patterns harmonic
and dissonant
silently desexualized

Needy quiet traces,
tracks
footsteps hungry for most anything,
everyone

But embracing
inviting
all absorbing silence.

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Death Tied Life

What lies waiting
at the end of a self-made
independently empowered
self-invested
“pulled my own economic-political bootstraps”
life?

A unilateral
linear life,
like any passionate journey,
requires an end point
for returning in the opposite direction;

In this lifeline
ego/eco-systemic case,
from regenerative
to degenerating autonomous powers.

What happens
at the end of an emergent spiral,
rainbow,
expanding circle,
oval,
deepening square frame,
irregular and mysterious polygon,
other than a new beginning
into further rooted interdependence,
memory of where we have been
together before

Another re-cycling
re-purposing
dusk
become cumulative dawn.

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An Anxiously Anticipated Event

Dear John,

All day
yesterday
I loaded up with a cascading river
of mixed anxiety and anticipation
about what to safely and kindly,
transparently and vulnerably
compassionately, so non-violently, share
communicate;

Which narrative tributaries to choose
within this vast spacetime stream
of choices
directions
felt depressions and erections.

Do you remember
communication theory
framed as Rhetorical Events?

Our initial walk and talk,
eating together,
rather than my refrigerator foraging
brunchtime usual rawfood practice,
is a graced green,
rain giving way to blue, memory for me,
and, I hope, for we
these sacred walking
secular talking
people.

Successful rhetorical events,
as I recall,
and have co-passionately experienced
with ecstatic thrills
and mysterious chills of anticipation,
wanting more and more
cascading throughout my too isolated life,

Are cooperatively held spaces
resonant and verbal and non-verbal places
longing to become resilient
as ultra-violet light
in phosphorescent mystical night,
bright
and warm
without ballistic fright,
inviting sounds of sight.

So I drove home
basking in such rich
potentially resilient
transparent and vulnerable
articulate yet impassioned
felt experience
confirming all my own ego’s grand theories
about win/win non-violent
Rhetorical compassioning
Events.

My anxieties spoke later
about mutual physical
natural, yet also spiritual,
attraction–
this smell and taste neurological chemistry
of touch exhaling
to co-empathically predict
our romantically felt quality
inhaling integrity’s great resilient passions,
shared loves
communal,
deeply green cooperative,
that rhetorical day
as true and beautiful for us.

It has been thirty years
since my last first date,
with a man who became my unanticipated husband,
partner
spouse
lover
quarreler
critic
listener
emotive voice
co-investor
political ally
communicator
miscommunicator
long-term rhetorical event
cooperative space-holder,
mediator
not really quite green enough
for resonant felt
and thought co-passionate experience
near our end
of cohabitation.

Nearly half my lifetime,
thirty years,
and I feel anxious
I have not yet learned
appropriate new old person rules
of transparency
and vulnerability
to be clear
and kind,
compassionately clear
about my natural/spiritual
physical/metaphysical attractions,
anticipations,
anxieties.

When I last dated
a gay encounter of the first kind
either ended nakedly together
or with a scheduled second date
with a bed
or a sling
or a deserted moonlit beach
front and center on our anticipated menu

Or ended in disaster,
no connection,
no further warm and resonant communication,
no passing green light Go!

I did not “date”
men who lived so very far away,
out of state,
unless one of us was planning to relocate
or both of us were anticipating
an extremely resonant
one hot night stand
lying down together,
exploring all the vertical
and horizontal dances
we could imagine ever wishing we had done
to further gather
future’s warm anticipations.

I am anxious
because I do not want to disappoint you
or me
about our embodied
non-verbal communication
and passion together.

My own nakedness
lies nowhere near my vulnerable
and transparent self-esteem
as was the case
when I last dated
and I do not know
what to do
and not do
with that.

I have no mentors,
no wise teachers,
no therapeutic facilitators,
no sex therapist
to talk and touch me through
this anxiety.

But, I do anticipate
an unfortunate comparison
I met on our silvered dating site
the same day I first heard you
connect climate pathological effects
with capitalistic causes,
which immediately won my curiosity
to know
just how deeply knowing
we might go
together,
and not apart.

I met another singer
another meditator
another deeply
physically connected
to Taoist sensory communication
yangly verbal and yin non-verbal,

More physically incarnated
and less metaphysically abstract
less theoretical
merely rhetorical
more mature
aged
connected like wine with cheese
and re-connected
than my own experience
in how to mutually
yet maturely
please.

Last evening we talked.
His voice sings and rings,
warmly chills and quietly thrills.

And, he is closer.
Teaches dance.
We anticipate learning together
how to tango horizontally
without creating an entangled mess
at our ripe old average age
of 69

Which,
when I last dated
was a cooperatively rhetorical
erotic position
and not an age
which we sensually anticipated
without great anxiety
about resilience
of sensual resonance.

For me,
this need not be a win or lose,
either-or situation.
Even less so
if I thought the two of you
would appreciate each other
in this partner searching
lifeline rivered
shivered way,
but that is not what I would anticipate
either of you would say.

So, that is what is on my mind
and heart
and root chakras
this another deep green
ego-centering
and ecosystemic rhetorical day.

Said my vertical horizontal way,
physical and metaphysical
natural and spiritual
secular and sacred
love with you
and hell to pay,
anxiously anticipating
your kind
non-maligned
response.

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Wounded Integrity

Inspired, in part, by the neurological insights of Iain McGilchrist and the polycultural outcomes of Permaculture Design for a healthier-wealthier Earth, and the polyphonic healing potential of restorative justice systems, and the peace potential for non-violent communication, internal and external.

To totally trust Earth invites
no one perfectly correct health path

Suggests we will find no wealth path
totally corrupt.

To commit to our best way
for healthy now
in this quasi-wealthy place
and this RealTime,
with resources accessible
may be irredeemably wrong
only in our potential
for egotistic excesses,
ego-mania
non eco-woman Earthy enough.

Polypathic balance,
polyphonic harmony,
polynomial integrity,
polymorphic bilateral intelligence;
these are the love
and faith
and hope
and wisdom
of revolutionary compassion
for ourselves
as part of EarthOther

Forgiven climate trespassers
as we forgive
our inhumane ecological debts

Empowering further ego-recentering
in curious pathway nonjudgment
by patiently enlightening,
choice enlivening–

Past Yang left-brain autonomous,
Future Yin right-hearted interdependent–

Ego/Eco-systemic experience,
bilateral balancing memory,
healing compassion’s doubled
yet untroubled image.

 

Summary note from deepest and most repressed chakra voice:  Some of us are penises, homo and hetero, some of us are vaginas, cooperative and competitive, but all of us are equal in being assholes, with potential for pollution and for fertilization.

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Shared Journey

We ourselves must walk the path.
Buddha

We ourselves must dance Earth’s revolving
evolving
revolutionary viral path
empowering and disempowering
healing violence
and hurting peace,

Compassion
wandering toward multilateral peace
restoring cooperatively just ways,
co-invested means

We ourselves must sing
global gospel harmonies,
anthems for political empowering directions,
against economic disempowering elections

Dancing away
from our ego/eco-singing selves,
ancient memory paths
before division
into secular v sacred,
natural v spiritual,
Left yang-strength v Right yin-flow,
Western resilience v Eastern resonance
on every NorthBound co-arising
co-gravitating trail.

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New Year’s Recycling Journey

Stepping into a new year,
especially one calling for 20/20 revision
reform
not retribution for anger’s past
but restoration of WinLeft/WinRight bicameral sanctuary,

Stepping into a new ZeroZone Asylum,
positive deviance from leftbrain competitions
deductive,
predicting reductive,
business as usual.

Positive left/right harmonic deviance
invites cooperative resistance
against a shared predative,
light-skinned,
patriarchal,
hopelessly heterosexual privileged enemy
of all the non-elite people
emerging from leftbrain dominant climates
of EarthTribe colonization,
extraction of life,
enslaving monopolization of body-power,
abuse,
disembodied neglect,

Shared asylum against negative lose/lose nihilism,
fake elitist monotheistic Rapture,

Against positive win/win passion,
compassionate communication,
ego/eco left/right yang/yin bicameral therapy.

Stepping into this NewYear ZeroZone
can be yet another
in an undistinguished
degenerative lose/lose series,

Lacking 20/20 sensory-neural
bilateral
binomial
polypathic/polyphonic
co-passioning
revolutionary revision,
restoring peace,
Earth Climate Justice,
inside as outside,
inspiration as exhalation
enlightening as empowering
not-not yin as positive intersectional yang
exponential 0 as multiculturing 1
incoming wealth herstory as outgoing polyculturing health

Ecofeminist 2020
predicting trimtab strategic
global health possibility
of a robust 2121
compassionate
cooperative wealth-climaxing
EarthSanctuary.

May this win/win celebration game
begin not win/lose degenerating all over again,
but, instead, grab hold of regenerative becoming
NewGreen MultiCultural Asylum.

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When I Was Eight

I owned a warm breezed first Spring day
in radiantly refulgent sun
between billowed cumulative clouds
white as sailing sheets
on our vibrating
shaking and tugging cotton clothesline
swaying multi-colored tops
and sun bleached blue jean bottoms.

Like God,
I looked curiously
benignly
warmly down

As industrious ants
with apparently urgent missions
I would never learn how to assign
chewed and sniffed their singular ways
through a forest of shading grass
over dappled shadow soil

Vibrant blades of pointed grass
as tall as trees to ambitious worker ants
sometimes militaristic
but now peacefully recovering
discovering thawed warm roots
of cooperative deep dark Earth.

I could not own a wealthier Spring day
except just now,
at sixes with seven,
often remembering this polished day
and night dreamed moment
beside breeze blown white sailing ships
of sun-scent cotton state
breathing in under first fresh cut lawn
to notice how wee ants live
side-by-side
refurbishing
rubbing up against and with
warm lamped memories

Recreating paths
by imaginatively embodying them
yet again

This first-owned warm Spring breeze
of wistful
divine memory.

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Swing Low Sweet Chariot

One way
I know this afrocentric music,
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece,
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.

I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.

A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and polycultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth’s peace paradise.

A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song

Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler’s chariot,

Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home

To freedom’s too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,

Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.

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