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Green Dream Whispering

To avoid unnecessary oppressor and victim stuckness
in reiteratively dissonant looping
loopy voices,

To avoid interior and exterior terror climates
of self and other perpetual Lose to Lose
claustrophobic shut-down dismay,

To avoid dualdark lack of sufficient bilateral enlightenment,
once glimpsed
almost here…
there…

It might especially help our RightWing conservationist leanings
to draw up healthier ecologically secular designs
and yet follow theologically sacred processes
to remember love together
nutritionally awesome newborn-matriarchal in-between self respect,
pleasing curious childlike egos
with ecotherapeutic nurturing inquiry,
and sacred outdoor healthy wonder-empathy

It could help
to speak these early non-languaged experiences
dialects
discernments of WinWin outcomes held together,
passing democratic expert batons
of cooperative and restorative responsibility

It sounds potentially therapeutic
to invite pipes and breaths filled with cooperative opportunity
while gazing into multicultural community fire-circles,
waiting for drums and howls to mystically restart
song danced Full Moon co-opportunities
of night time secular/sacred liturgies.

To conserve ancient nature/spirit green
ecological theology celebrations
of and for Holy Matriarchal Spirit
radiating Grandmother Moon’s ultra-violet soul source
still whispering green ecofeminist birthed
nutritious dreams.

 

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Love Through All Seasons

What does it mean to you
to be loved
right here
where you live and breathe,
eat and occasionally shower?

What value would you give
my investment of mutual regard?

Do you know
you can love
and be loved
for who you are right now?
And for that sainted sinner
you inevitably will become,
and for all those you have been
since first I laid eyes on you,
and smelled you,
and listened for your still small
and large voices.

Love cannot be reduced
and confined
to just one tense,
or even two
with those we are committed to
and for;
And best spreads across
all four seasons
of sacred change.

Love is limited
only by mistrusting imagination,
WinLose dissonant assumption,
reductions of sacred organic integrity
to secular strategic mendacity,
deducted images distancing us
confining what I know and feel
for you and us up to now,

Not disregarding
or over-valuing
past and potential future
wealth for what feels safe for us today
to believe and hope,
our reviving health
tomorrow.

 

When winters hand out plastic bottled lemon juice
and grieving onions
too long endured,
I would like to trade some for limes
and grateful southern summer garlic
if you have those
to share.

Together
we might make lemon-lime local aid
and add community’s basic bullion
for regenerate harvest
building stone multiculturing soup,
green vegetarian
and redmeat simmering stews.

When life hands us lemons
and FixIt unpeeling onions
Earth invites rebirthing us
to re-imagine all four seasons
and three tenses together
our re-creolizing cacophany
with restoring beverage
of healthy re-changing choice
for loving peace as resilient ecojustice.

Love of who and what,
when and where,
and why until just us again,
revisiting community polycultural outdoor worship
during summer health-climax

And on through fall harvest,
and yet another inevitable winterish lemon
of creolizing discontent,
stuck inside
liturgical long-range extended family garden planning
plotting worshiping community love redevelopment,
global song and dance sacred restoration,
healthy-wealth of peace

As integrity of love
for WinWin organic choices
changing four-seasons from above
as below,
without
as within.

 

 

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Octaves for Belonging

I studied liturgical theology in seminary.
Even so, I was struck by the simplicity
of Robin Wall Kimmerer’s First Nation observation,
“Ceremony
is a vehicle
for belonging–
to a family,
to a people,
and to a land.”

But,
what is necessary difference,
if any,
between ceremony and life,
between liturgy and loving words
and actions,
between medicine
and healing therapy?

Language
is a vehicle
for RightBrain sacred personal meaning
and LeftBrain exegetical purpose–
for co-arising ethology of Earth’s sacred creation
and ecology of evolving and revolving,
spiraling lands and oceans
speaking in plant through harvest voices,
then Advent silence in-between
this great secular-sacred nutritional cycle
and divide.

Language of four-dimensional RealTime Seasons
with sacred and secular co-arising dynamic Reasons,
cooperative purpose
for gift economies

Flowing back toward (0)Soul Prime Relational meaning
for bilateral revolutions
of exterior Yang winds
covering interior Yin co-bilateral evolutions
of Earth’s Sacred Baptismal Waters

Water minds
flowing
winding bodies.

Elder Sacred Right
speaks through ceremonies
of cooperative light,
ethology of Western Grace
and Eastern Karma,
co-arising Sacred Ecology
of polypathic love,
surpassing any creed,
language,
ceremony

Both (0)Sum Prime Relational Source
but also divinely sacred expanding love,
more perfectly cooperative Unions,
radical ecopolitical Welfare
of a species
within Earth’s Great BiCameral Tribes

Speaking sacred Right meaning
and secular Left purpose
of restoring co-redemptive global vocations,
ego- with eco-therapies,
meditative medications,
bilateral secular-sacred co-intelligent consciousness.

Some of this
goes a bit deeper and yet wider
than what I love most
about Ecological Liturgy Studies.
So,
consider our (0)Soul BiCameral Source,
breathing Yang meaning and purpose in and up,
exhaling Yin ceremony and therapy out and down

Left 4dimensional SpaceTime Special Case,
Right Sacred PolyPathic OtherWise.

 

Kimmerer quote from “Braiding Sweetgrass” p. 37.

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Precocious Liturgies

I’m going through my morning routine
still at least half asleep,
pondering what was I pondering?
while preparing morning meds
and showering my daughter,
helping her dress,
filling her snack pail
for her long school bus ride,
changing my son’s overnight diaper,
lotioning ashy skin,
tying shoe laces,
hers, mine, ours,
feet walking onto the bus,
hooking all four corners of her safety harness
and walking back toward our house
thinking
I’ve been up for an hour
and now I’m ready to begin my day.

What was that first hour?
Its quality of dream
heading toward future investments
in life as more full consciousness.
Consciousness of a different dream?
A different sense of identity?
A different quality of life fullness
in contrast to dreamy half-consciousness,
on back to less than half,
and then the alarm clock
too quickly buzzing louder
to interrupt
whatever it was that had felt so ponderous
pondering what I had been pondering
before I drifted back into sleep.

Self awareness,
self and sometimes also other consciousness,
has this liquid flowing quality
of investment in life
and disinvestment through dreaming,
loss of self-embodied awareness.

I wonder if life could feel richer
if cash followed this same investment in conscious flow preference
over disinvesting in interest paid for over-dreaming
together in WinLose (0)Sum assuming societies,
Eden economies of Paradise Lost,
Bodhisattva Warriors
tying each other’s shoes
as necessary co-investment
and physically possible
and ecologically optimal
to get to that part of our conscious warrior day
we can re-invest in deeper consciousness
loving together,
investing in our cooperatively-held healthy water,
and nurturing air for the grandkids
and the back yard chorus of birds
and their grandkids
to breathe,
and fire for cooking and heating, but not hating,
and retelling family and tribal recreation stories,
Earth’s continuing liturgical investments
in self with other nutritional flowing consciousness.

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Climate Health Marching

Marching and dancing and singing
in and of and for healthy climates
regenerating wealthy landscapes,
ideally coming together,
like masturbating in pubic,
but subtly, and trans-genderally clothed,
only on the inside as if outside,
cuming together as one new multicultural regenerator march.

Sexy strutting marchers
but with opulent simplicity
remixing mindbody co-arisings,
with polyculturing health-wealth
resonating perpetual just-right foreplay climates,
then simulcasting decomposing re-investments,
of and for self and other
cooperatively,
and sacredly,
internally as externally,
perpetuating our collective climax fertility.

Climate marchers that cum together
spray cooperative ownership and mutual-governance
to gather future generations of climate-healthy marchers
as public,
yet resonantly private,
master incubators.

This liturgy of sexy climate marching
grows room and spaces,
folds and places,
for both sad becomings into ego-loss,
making more room to commence with singing glad
being Earth’s echoing climax
of zero-sum eco-gain,
rhythmed not sin to sin,
but Win to Win further healthing days
and fertile nights.

My climate march
begins at midnight
with sad responsive songs of dualdark longing
to be rid of depressing competitive pathologies,
then rise with dawning trusted landscapes
to greet this new EarthDay,
to sing and dance and march
with glorious cuming resonant echoes
shimmering through Earth’s capital domes and turrets,
until we ring together
West and East
Left and Right
Yang and Yin
in perpetually resonating climax.

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Maturing Up Together

When you hear justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline
baptizing your self-righteous bloodstream?

If revenge is your best defense
against chaotic complexities of anti-social behavior,
If punitive humiliation is this justice you would mentor,
live by,
protect,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
parent,
and would best stay far away
from anything in law enforcement
and civil defense,
and gun permits.

Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
positive humored
seeking their notnot negative unbalancing
of empty cleansing rituals including Society’s ecopolitical liturgies,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ruinations,
ramblings and echoes of great and small climatic transitions
quaking Earth’s moral imagination
steeped in Anthro cultures and histories,
kind and not-unkind.

Justice without mercy
is like reactivating love without peace,
like trying to actually mentor love
without internal and interdependent contentment
that we are in this life together,
all both guilty and innocent of most everything one might imagine,
until we fall apart
to reweave yet another new day,
with notnot strictured Elder shadows,
mercifully thrown together
as not-not fully grown regenerates.

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Junk Mail Again

Wow, look, we can save $500!

I wonder how much we must invest
to generate such savings.

Oh, I see.
We need only buy a new or used car,
which, of course, as everyone knows,
is something that we truly truly need,
like a thneed.
Yet another car or truck
to insure and register and feed full of fuel
and maintain and repair.

And don’t forget those exhaustive system screenings
to be sure you are not doing more than your fair share
to poison our over-exhausted and under-fed air.

Seems like too high a price to save so little.
I think we shall pass
on this less than overwhelming offer.

What’s next?
Oh yes, the cell phone bill.
I wonder how they will help us save money this month.
I could use a direct line to God
about all this junk mail
and these bills
for services not so generously,
or even cooperatively, delivered.

I could save a lot of money
by not talking to anyone
and not going anywhere,
although I could not swear I have been going from here to there
for quite some time now,
and I could confine my thirsts to tap water,
which does not cost so awfully much
compared to cell phone liquidity.

But, to really save time and money
I would make a long-term commitment
to this reclusive lifestyle,
and downsize to an old geezer tricycle
with a cargo basket on the front,
and a Slow Moving Vehicle sign strapped onto my back.

Children going by would suspect me of false advertising:
Mom, look, he isn’t moving at all.
Is he for target practice?…
Oh Mom, how could you possibly have missed him,
you drove right by,
his cap still flies,
carried by the wind
of our cadillac of sales.

Yet false advertising has itself become culturally addictive.
So much easier than owning up to what we really have to bargain-basement sell.
Which is nothing, I think?

Mom, shouldn’t he be wearing black?
And shouldn’t he have a long straggling grey beard
and black brimmed hat
and not that University of Michigan ball cap.
That’s not right at all,
that whole situation of maladaptive addiction.
Better call the police,
the crazies got off pathology’s reservations again.

I suppose it would be maladaptively psycho
to save all that much money,
and for what new or better fed addictions?
A person can only eat so much ice cream
without developing permanent runs,
and what else would I want to buy
with all that saved up money?

Regardless, to really really save money and time
it would help so much to know what for,
to what other alternative investments.

Divestments of habitual climate challenging addictions,
like anger management,
require much less raw will power-over
short-term thinking ego’s autonomic habits
of mind and body,
when floating in new rivers of healthier adaptations
to Earth’s resonant climatic opportunities
with ever greater power-with warmth,
invitation,
grace resetting kosmic karma’s sights
from addiction within culture’s BusinessAsUsual pathologies
in favor of Earth’s felt and believed
beautiful polypathic truths
of timeless climate health,
yin within as yang without,
anima’s spirited love-invoking
animus vestments
of co-incorporated ecopolitical power.

Oh yes, I know,
let me fully invest in a new Recreational Vehicle
to drive and fly away from all this savings
of self and other and Earth,
never planning to return to this asceticism
without aesthetics of co-invested,
though curiously humored, pilgrims.

Looking for ever renewing ways
to save $500.

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