Nothing in life is to be feared.
It is only to be understood.
Marie Curie
Everything beyond death is to become loved.
We are only to be ego-identity stood under
as also eco-seated over.
NotNot Madame Curie
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Old Forest Tribes
“Alone is a word without meaning in the forest.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass”
Old rotting trees,
corrupt degenerating logs,
give birth to more forms of diverse life
than they did in their most transcendent living moments
brought to them by Elder networking root systems,
and Father Sun’s most radiant embrace,
and Mistress Earth’s most abundant flow of moisture;
short of catastrophic floods.
Just right flowing strength of healthing wealth.
And each of us humane egos
hopes for the same;
That our regenerative legacy of mind and spirit
will long outlast our bodies
corrupting toward alone
within this shrill cacophony of growing tribal fears,
angers about injustices of Earth’s redistributing,
scandalously democratic,
grace.
Artifacts of tribal violence
predict legacies more like old native forest fires
than slower degenerative effects of wind and rain
and hungry insect tribes of Earth.
Cremation of regenerative destiny
rather than burial,
yet even here
humane ashes
enrich sacred fertility.
Earth’s minerals feed matriarchal fungi
as Sun’s light fuels patriarchal algae.
In this lichen forest of our anthrocentric
and animal
and tree
and plantation lives and deaths,
alone speaks lonely fear of violent burned-out death,
a revolutionary moment
within Earth’s redolent forest
of potential timeless relationship.
Absolute,
like autonomy,
are words not spoken
in old growth forest
life within death.
Earth’s Eulogy
Mothers have come
from throughout Earth
to bury our post-Trumpian dead.
Bringing both gifts and lamentations
as each finds appropriate
for healing
what cannot be stanched
and scabbed.
As gathering
we choose who will speak among us,
for this Earth eulogy.
At last our voices conjoin as bilateral one,
speaking back through history
and forth toward fading lack of future.
We have come from left to right,
north and south,
west through east,
patriarchal states
and matriarchal families
to bury our dead children
sacrificed for bipolarizing divisions
unwilling to wait
for this our dipolar co-arising
of healing cooperative polities
bilaterally harmonic co-investments
in Earth’s Original CoIntelligence.
We have come to bury and burn depleting polarities
but also to praise cooperative dipolarities
transforming this global revolution
away from climates of pathology,
here buried
burning climates of health regenerativity
here praised,
celebrating conflagration,
honored with both sacred and secular blood
of Earth-natured dispiriting loss.
We bury patriarchal losses to envy
and nationalism’s violent criminalizing greed
for lethal commodities,
once our productive sons and daughters
born through matriarchal love reborn.
We burn
in celebrated loss,
cut off from our resonant futures
through this inferno stink
of human flesh in cedar casket trees
no longer standing solidarity
of embryonic birth.
Our wombs like seeds
extend back
toward Earth’s first emerging dawn
now expiring
in this last flame of funereal dusk.
We disperse with silence
into this night,
each alone together
celebrating future songs
of praise for incentivizing peace
ever more resonantly co-resolving,
redeeming cooperative economies
of life for living love
not death for dissonant despair.
We witness this long new moon night
and following dawn
breaks to summarizing bottom-line headlines
for Mother Earth evolving stories,
turning creolization right side up
with multicultural agreements,
ecopolitical consensus.
No more
begin with war
to then follow by dividing up
the Father’s devolving spoils
for future competitions
in aggressive capital
self-inflation.
For ever more
default with WinWin peaceful resolutions
following resonant reweaving
of matriarchal regenerational co-investment,
multiplying healthy nutritional wealth,
polypathic dipolar,
co-arising polyphonic bounty
back to time’s embryo,
this dynamic universe’s original
enculturing intent.
EarthDay by Day
Day by day
within each passing shadow,
surging strength
to grow from fear through time.
Night by night
without full hope of living,
doubt pervades
my troubling mind’s worst fears.
Night by day
and day by night
within each dwelling passion,
faith I find
to live despite dark nights.
Day by night
and night by day
we dream co-dwelling passions,
loves as lives
to die apart in light,
to fly as part of bright.
Integrity’s Boundaries
What if we were song,
sacred litany?
What if,
What if we were dance,
gracefilled choreography?
What if we were energy,
therapeutic information?
Naked trees
joining navels
from native mother to nurture mother
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.
What if?
What if we became tireless time,
reorganizing space?
Irreplaceable climates
within humid organic history.
I am not your place
and sadly not mine
with authority to displace
or responsibility to replace.
I am not my face.
We are designed to fall apart,
even with unlikely careful wear.
So what?
No excuse to surrender
to daily worn out deaths.
Well excused to rise this day
ready for each dusk
without anticipation
for love or lust
rain or dust
win or bust.
It’s just us
wearing down the best we can.
What if,
What if we were each a song
resonating one per measure,
beating Earth’s shortest line dance?
What if we were timeless energy,
resonating freestyle consciousness?
Higher and Deeper Powers
I was noticing that those in the Unitarian Universalist Association,
with which I am more or less anonymously affiliated
in some far too abstract way for personal comfort,
believe in three prime sources for their (our) truth search,
rather like a revised holonic trinity,
equally at home for Buddhist monk
or Islamic or Christian not-quite-so-fundamentalistically BothAnd alive.
The first of these is a Higher Power.
Now this must have been written by the Yang Universalists
within the Universal-Unitarian assembly,
because every wholesome Yin Unitarian knows
that what is a Higher Power for Universalist Yangers
is also a Deeper Power for Unitarian Yinners
bilateral BothAnd winners;
so, a HigherYang/DeeperYin Power.
Then we come to the second source,
YangLife and YinDeath.
Now any fully bicameral balanced Unitarian-Universalist,
just as any Taoist,
knows there is always something of Yin within Yang
and vice versa.
Just as there is something of our daytime lives
in our nighttime dreams,
and sometimes our inductive dream work
presents bilaterally incisive insights
into next morning’s Tipping Point meditation
on and for and of the breathless balance
of ego- and eco-consciousness,
empathically trusting in healthy YangLife
and safety of exhaling final YinDeath,
leaving further climatic paradoxes
and coaxial dialectic nondualities
for future regenerations to sift through,
notice,
comprehend and decompose,
and then reweave again,
as full-octave light emerges from dark
so life emerges from embryonic death
the absence of discontinuous life at egocentric levels
posing both risk and opportunity
in wider and deeper nutritional Earth-centric becomings.
Finally, we have sacred texts,
the YangLogos and YinMythos of experience
reflected in the memory language of Wise Elders,
presumably filled with both Higher and Deeper Powers.
So, that’s it.
We have the Higher PatriarchalUniversalist Power
with the Deeper BiCameral Learning MatriarchalUnitarian Power
living and dying to WinWin nature-spirit nonduality together,
as written in the fusing-fractal DNA and RNA
of each sacred ecological phylogenically regenerative
and co-operative
reproductive rights and wrongs re-creation story.
Now the 3-Source trinitarian story takes us to the 7 Principles,
which some permaculturists would expand out to 12,
while spiraling octavists, and maybe sufis and artists, stop at 8,
but nature reweaves as a regenerative bilateral-fractal 4
seasons of health and safety regenerativity,
or cooperative ownership and self/other governance,
if you are a Yin-Unitarian NonZero-Sum economist
or a Yang-OneEarthClimate politician
or possibly even nondual BothAnd alive and growing
out your extending UU-Taoist family,
tribe,
species,
planet,
the wu wei in-between horizontal and vertical spacetimes
where Earth and Sun/Moon radiant Sky
nondually co-arise seeds,
trees,
and other bilateral root and branching health and safety systems
seeking both Higher and Deeper Powers
of reproductive
reweaving continuous life and discontinuous death,
sacred regenerative texts;
not to become confused with degenerative twitters.
GrandMother Tree
Miracles of GrandMother WinWin Tree
begin with her purgative peaceful birth.
For at this time,
so long before her cycling rings of time began,
we see her original seed
and this seed’s less original composting environment,
and within this brief timeless moment,
before her WinWin becoming,
these each appear to decompose LoseLose into each other,
yet fertilely so,
beginning GrandMother Tree’s long waging of peace-filling rings,
recycling time’s historic four fractal-dialectic seasons
of regenerativity.
Once begun LoseLose zero-sum balancing,
GrandMother revolves through days and nights
emerging relentless WinWin creolizing root systems
of zero-sum regenerativity.
For each new ring another year of cooperative becoming.
Mostly cooperative,
and only minorly competitive,
or becoming decays to no longer being,
yet even this continuous transition
is not equivalent to springing back to prior springs.
She cannot go home again
because she carries her original home
within her still small skeletal seed regenerating within,
speaking of past purgations and migrations
yet all while extending further rooting down
ever richer deeper cooperative
health-seeking WinWin system sensors.
And so, at last,
GrandMother Tree begins to fade from Yangish life
toward Yin-emptying death.
Whether fast, through uprooting hurricane,
or slow, through slowing drying aging defense/offense loss of balance,
her woody organs disintegrate
creating creole compost perfect for her seeds
and, even more richly,
for seeds of her adult children,
now become intrinsic to
her densely rich WinWin forested environment.
Her forest floor
each spring
producing LoseLose metamorphic creolizations
of seeds and composts
remembering each WinWin peace-filling other
GrandMother Tree winds and voices reweaving nutrients of time
as regenerative ecopolitical space
still system rooting for waging peace,
ever more cooperative.
Waging LoseLose war
prefers competitive discontinous imbalance,
as waging WinWin peace requires root systems
of cooperative continuous balance.
Wholesome Revolutionary Acclimations
Internal conversions of consciousness,
like external revolutions in cultural awareness,
emerge from understanding Ego’s embodied death as unmitigated 100% loss
and too often suffering and pain,
toward comprehending mindbody death of Self
as also re-investment opportunity
in timeless co-present Self/Other co-arising regenerative gift.
This potential for gifting each generation of WinWin-cooperative/often-competitive WinLose,
yet overall regenerative creolization forward
across multi-enculturing time,
is difference that makes a cooperatively meaningful difference
between a LeftBrain monopoly of EitherLeft/OrRight ecopolitical ontology
and co-arising Left-Right ecosystemic balancing phylogeny
of WinWin matriarchal-embryonic-nurturing history,
evolutionary democratization
creolizing our co-nurturing empowerment
further toward both internal/external revolutions of ego/eco-conscious regenerative trends,
over degenerative 100% losses and ego-suffering and ecological dissonant pain.
This came to mind
as I have gradually, perhaps too relentlessly, become aware
that most of my family and few remaining friends,
are most likely to sing my songs
and read these thoughts about our ego/eco-conscious creolizing development,
after I die,
perhaps immediately after,
as my ashes are also creolizing,
compost for future healthy soils and plants and people and planet.
And, I hope this reading, research, discovery,
is primarily motivated by wanting to learn
why I have been so generous
with regenerative love,
and so abstemiously against degenerative-competitive hates and distrusts,
to win just one more day of breath
regardless of disinvestment costs to be paid by other,
future,
positive over-powering double-binding negative collateral regenerators.
To return to this Earth womb
from which we have so co-operatively
phylo-regenically rememberingly
sprung,
humane root systemic nature nurturers,
deep healthy co-arising nondual
secular/sacred
ego/eco-roots of eternally revolutionary consciousness.
More Positive Deviance
From Rob Brezsny, except my own bracketed commentary, Pronoia, p. 274:
I say that the Creator includes death as an essential part of evolution’s master plan.
Lifetime after lifetime,
our immortal[ly shared DNA/RNA solidarity] souls take on a series of temporary forms
as we help unfold,
in our own small ways,
the inconceivably complex plot
of the divine [regenerating positively deviant v. negatively pathologically deviant] drama.
Each time we die,
it’s hard and sad to our time-bound [tragically doomed reductive] egos.
But from the perspective of the part of us that has always been
and will always be,
it’s simply part of the epic adventure
[divine comedy].
The abolition of [self and other-selves] suffering
is a worthy goal [of positive deviance].
Pronoia Benedictions
“And now I drink a toast to your coffin.
May it be fashioned of lumber obtained from a hundred-year-old cypress tree
whose seed will germinate this year.”
Rob Brezsny
Refrain:
And now I drink a toast to your absence of coffin.
May you become refashioned of lumber
obtained from a thousand-year-old cypress forest
whose seed will germinate yet again this year,
and every year to follow
to lead our future
through all past time
of well-rooted trees
born of regenerate Earth.
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