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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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Sacred Presence

Few who have listened and watched through triumphant birth
and decomposing death
doubt these are most sacred events.

When did all experience in-between
become a sufficiently secular journey
necessarily devoid of unrealistic wonder and awe,
divine curiosity,
and holy wholesome courage?

To live for and with Earth solidarity
listening and watching sacred birth of dawn
and holy death of ultra-violet
non-violent dusk.

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The Ways Health Breaths

What is the difference
between your highest vocational aspiration
and your better health for all aspirations?

If your answer is
Nothing,
like the sound of two lungs breathing,
then your are on your most promising wealthy journey
into secular with sacred integrity.

There’s a health integrity thread
humane lives follow.

Health grows among natural everyday enchanting things
that spiritually change,
But health,
like love and God, doesn’t change.

People wonder about what health-trend you are pursuing,
You explain,
yet again,
about this globally sacred health thread
of wealthiest vocational time.

But,
health is hard for others to diversely see,
as schools for fish have issues seeing clean, clear water.

Yet, pursuing and perusing slow-grown climate health
is not hard to feel
as a beautiful enchanting thought,
if only also LeftBrain deductively proven
as definitively true
healthy democratic extended family trust.

While you listen for organic health
you can’t get vocationally lost
in RightWing elitist messages.

Climate tragedies happen;
people
and plants
and living planets get hurt
and die;
and your climate anxiety suffers
absence of EarthHealth
becoming depressingly old
before your grandchildren’s time to thrive.

Nothing you do can stop
time’s sacred wealth
of secular health
unfolding.

Everything you do can start
time’s sacred health
of secular wealth
refolding.

Don’t ever let go of this WinWin thread
I AM BEING HEALTH
breathing in
as wealth breaths
generously calling out.

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Time InBetween

I seem to remember
a golden post-toddler childhood
in which each day was a journey
ecstatically timeless,
yet within bookends
of coral dawn
and bruised dusk,
between waking from true timeless sleep
and returning to my evoluting inside place
for adventurous pilgrimage,
courage in face of nightmares,
curiosity looking full-face
between inside enchantments
and outside ecstasies.
But now
I am that parent who calls to liturgical dinner,
harvests and buys the victuals,
plans the sacramental meals
on my better focused days,
administers all cleansing rituals,
defends all rights against retributive trespass
and pollution
of sand and soil and water
sacred energy…

Secular disenchantments
distract from Here we are in this inviting,
yet constantly changing,
day for just us Now,
far outweigh sacred enchantments.

Ecstasy feels like a reserve
preserved for early WinWin childhood
on a glorious summer day of liberty,

While mendacity of time’s turbulence,
downdrafts,
push-back,
competitively usual business
projects lack of time for leisurely enchantments
from unseen dawn
through vaporizing dusk,

Two moments of each outdoor day
unlikely to engage my full, ecstatic,
still-parenting old age presence
remembering enchanting golden childhood.

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Curious Journeys in Courage

As absence finds us silently saying goodbye
to everyone,
farewell to every place and memory we cherish

And absent any voluntary theological plans
in conscious development
to ecologically leave us with your absence
of both mind and body,

Pay close attention,
fully invest in,
what feels salutory,
salvific,
benign beauty,
peaceful healing

While calmly noting
what feels involuntary
and threatening,
unfair loss.

And, where you may hear
and see
and feel
All of holonic integrity above

Winning anything
but decomposing Loser usual

When absence of co-passion
finds us quietly saying goodbye
to every reductive relationship,

Farewell to each degenerative place
theology could never cherish.

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