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AzaRiah’s Earth Requiem

He was too old
to speak of active hope
for ancient creamy dreams
not yet boldly told

Inviting curious homeless nomads
to imagine what we could become
if we were not yet brazenly born
into this time of tragic burning,
flooding,
predicting hunger,
thirst
and coastal drowning nakedness.

Into this epic brown despair
AzaRiah was innocently born
within fading red shadows
of a crumbling
patriarchal
white cathedral.

She never knew an old Golden Era
of endless capital expansion
and monopolistic worship
defying GoldenRules
applied to those like her,
the least and blackest last
of Earth’s Golden SpaceTime Ratio.

AzaRiah’s stormy education
had no LeftBrain Ego v NotEco luxury
to ponder why 2D full moons
are also 4D revolving half-lit norms,

Why spatial nomials
predict temporal bilateral binomials,

Why positive polypaths
predict not not negative
polyphonic ultra-nonviolence,

Why binary Zero
fulfilling One bipolar Zone
predicts double-binary 0/1
wave-linear dipolar co-arising
win/win DNA resplendent Tone,

Why fractal-structured regenerativity
nativity predicts octave spiraling scales
of resonant
resilient non-degenerativity.

She was much too busy
singing with hurricane winds,
listening for flaming conflagrations
of reactionary hate,
inviting still small ecofeminist circles
to dance again with GrandMother Moon
in compassion’s silent storms,
self and other recreating
perpetual healthcare perception
reception

Belonging in grateful silence
where her grandfathers
spoke with terrified tears
of Earth’s great loud longing.

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I Wonder Why

I wonder why
this perennial topic of death
does not interest me

Even my own
evokes cold detachment
rather than invoking warm
heated attachment to denial
anger
disappointment
body betrayal.

Death cast in dull shadow
by my fascination with my own mortal
double-boundaried life

Which came from lives
not mine
and returns,
fades
disperses? perhaps,
explodes?
implodes?
re-unmembers
this individuated Ego

Born and reborn
from and of
Earth’s eco-centered
co-gravitation with Sun and Moon
light and dual-dark
double negatives equating positives,
regenerate Energy’s great democracy
ergodically dynamic
experiential math and con-science
rather than entropically stuck
stale death

From win/win beginnings,
Alpha waves
through death’s atomic
whole ego-embodied system
leftbrain autonomous identity
back through brain systemic holistic individuation

Easing back into this great Climate Sea
of re-emergent win/win becoming,
sacred right mystery and profane left history,
dual-dark enlightenment,
dark images and bright win/win memory
universal-unitarian
future already past interdependent
yang-yintegrity
Energy CoPresent

So much more curious
courageous
dynamic
regenerative
healthy
and interesting
than lack thereof.

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Here Is My Ecological Faith

Here is my faith
rooted in experience
yet to flower in things unseen,
relationships unfelt,
communications not yet heard,
tasted and spit out;
Savored

When I touch another life’s body
with kindness
I am thereby touched in return
by remediation,
immediate
intimate compassion,
CoPassion

Perhaps this is also innocently true
of touching minds
with kind and curious intent,
compassionate purpose,

But,
that is about my active hope,
already extending out
further family projections
from healing inside faith experience
that reemerges faith healing imaged future,
fluidly resonant
and co-presently resilient.

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More Becoming Qualities

I find reassurance
in knowing I need not worry
no one will show up for my plans

And my job
and my joy
is to work and play with those someones
already here
in my life on this native Earth
at this sacred time.

I hear considerable comforting room
between not being able to accomplish all that is sufficient
for global health
and my ability to fully engage all that is necessary
for my local wealth.

When it’s final curtain time,
the size of the stage
is insignificant
compared to the quality of resonant sound
and resilient
brilliant lights.

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Not My Responsibility

I am responsible
and responsive
to every human built shelter
I have experienced as home,
mine to use,
to buy further improvements or sell,
to renovate or destroy.

I am responsible
and transparently responsive
to every lot of unimproved real estate,
every plot against healthy soil
and supporting water systems
and plants
and living creatures
who once called this place, home,
this space, habitat
to cooperatively use
to regenerate healthy wealth
and to degenerate diseased corruption.

I am accountable
when cooperative responsibilities
become transparent
from now
back toward Earth’s uncivilized
precivilized
uncompromised civility,

Wildness,
wilderness,
contemplative silence,
celebrating cacophony,

Polyphonic
polypathic
chaotically complex
beautifully true,
magnificently not mine.

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Life Planning Love

We were sitting in our 60+ sharing circle
on a rainy Tuesday afternoon,
grey and raw and dreary,
listlessly speaking of the need to downsize,
to transition to a more manageable
more safe
more audible habitat.

And wanting to hang onto our independent mobility,
our cars, in most middle-class cases,
as long as possible.

We talked about proactive planning optimal independence,
about eventually living with our kids,
about potential confluence and conflicts of interest,
about shrinking invulnerable distances
between “someday,
as far from today,
as possible”
and the lightning quickness
of crushing physical and/or mental disability,
non-communication ability,
through accidents and aneurysms,
unfortunate and therefore unplanned critical events.

We did not talk about
how we felt
courageous and curious,
brave and patient,
afraid and angrily impatient
about how mortal life is what continues
only one day
one uncritical moment
at a time
while planning for other loving things
to unfold before
“no longer sacred SomeTime
as far away from secular today
as physically AND mentally,
naturally and spiritually, possible.

I didn’t notice,
until later,
we also didn’t look at cooperatively-held
unitarian plans
for win/win
health/wealth outcome optimization.

The hypothetical possibility
today
is “someday” for mutual pre-planning
cooperative downsizing
and shared mobility challenges,
resources,
opportunities,
risks,
vulnerabilities,
strengths,
letting go by first grabbing hold
of shared imaginations.

We didn’t talk
about how much we didn’t like
the empty chairs,
About how we miss, already,
Kate and Betsy
Jan and Sandy
and what they are planning
between shared now
and autonomous then.

Their unique and irreplaceable ways
of planning and not planning
pre-planning and re-planning
life each day
while continuing with other relationships
other communications
communions
communities.

I didn’t talk
about wanting to live with other singers
and maybe even dancers,
with others deeply committed to compassion
for both mortal humans
and immortal living Earth

Hopefully,
providing
inviting habitats of warm
cooperatively-owned and -managed
accompaniment,
creative improvisation,
jazz rhythms,
blues beats,

Especially on raw phrases,
dreary riffs,
rain-drenched
Tuesday jamming afternoons
of richly audible gloom.

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Hate-Love Relationship

Where we embrace love,
Grief is as strong as death;
love lost.

Where we are afflicted with hate,
Gratitude is as strong as death;
loss wished for.

Grief rages against loss,
Yet gratitude lost
can become violently angered,
terrorist frightened
of present and future
as past’s reincarnate vulnerable pain.

Grief begins
felt in solitary vulnerability.
Gratitude eventually heals
through transparently shared solidarity.

Love is as strong as
mortality’s vulnerable weakness.
No more,
no less,
as these merge into one healing face
of gratitude for co-relational gain
more than mere absence of pain.

Habitual love,
Earth-inhabiting resonant life,
Eco-regenerativity
as strong as
Ego-relationality.

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