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All Dancers Matter

Those who pray by marching
can pray alone
in endless competitions.

Those who pray while dancing
can only pray together
for timeless cooperations.

Hate and fear can only angry march
side by competing side
in uniformity of lock-step supremacy.

But love and compassion
can also truth and beauty dance
and sing
in full hope octaves
of multicolored harmony.

Resonant solidarity of ballrooms
and street performers
singing and chanting and drumming
good news gospel resonance
rather than bad news mono-marching hate.

We can sing and dance cooperatively
to angry patriarchal elitist marchers
more effectively than merely speak in not-kind shout,
and across,
and back and forth,
flow anthems up and out of all inclusive love songs.

This singing dance can,
with enough harmonic polycultured voices,
become sustained ego-happy filibusters
through marching hate,
marathons of love
proactively singing and dancing
alongside those marching through dualdark fear and anger,
inviting them to rejoin
our dancing gospel choir.

For every hate-mongering military march,
we have thousands of love-mentoring lyrics,
and,
therefore,
potential dancing lyricists.

Anger and marching paranoia are mutually competitive
double-binding allies,
as are love song and grace of dance mutually harmonic.

We can choose to march and shout ourselves apart,
but we would more democratically,
and gracefully,
prefer to dance and sing our cooperative ways together.

Those who pray while dancing
can only pray together
for timeless cooperations.

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The Rival Sisters

They were loyal sisters.
The older
was also more fair,
prettier in an Original Barbie kind of way.

She had been sick
when her younger,
darker,
more tomboy sister
met and first desired
my tall, dark, and handsome Uncle.

When older and fairest of all Sisters
returned home,
after a long healthcare absence,
she too desired Uncle Handsome,
as did we all,
in our time and ways,
but Handsome’s eyes never wavered again
once reset on older and fairest Sister.

Young darker Sister, left behind,
began to heal
when tall, dark, and handsome #2
showed up
and spoke smokey truths
of happiness,
kindness,
quiet gentleness.
But not too gentle.
Slow and steady; confident
integrity could heal all guilt
and angers
and prior disappointments.

These two Sisters
and their TD and H husbands
lived near each other
and grew old together
with unspoken neighborly mistrusts,
unresolved struggles with and about envy,
jealousies and jilts,
but also laughter and deep mutual regard.

Who can control chemistry,
or timing?
Who can forgive,
and how long could this revolution take?

Yet even restrained love
can grow abundantly rich
with both age and generosity.

Younger and darker Sister
lost her husband to cancer
and then her memory,
while older fairest Sister and husband
moved into assisted housing
after reaching golden fifty years
together.

Then good-natured patient waiting
to embrace final retirement,
a journey we each take alone,
as when we entered
except without Mom nearby,
or maybe this too remains the same, somehow.

Older ancient Barbie Sister
did not let go
until younger jilted Sister
quietly stopped breathing in her deep night sleep,
lost in memories not accessible by day.

Ten nights later
Barbie Sister passed out of embodied memories
in this same way.
Safe at last,
knowing it was then too late
for TD and H Uncle
to go back before that place
where they had started.

They say death comes in threes.
I wonder why.

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Healthy Love

Do you think love is healthy?

I suppose more therapeutic than its opposites,
whether hate,
or fear
or anger
or greed,
for is not love the formed functions of gratitude?
positive attitude,
that I am loved by Earth’s diverse health in return
nutrition
conservation
cooperative economies
positive psychologies?

You would agree, then, that not love
could also mean not healthy,
pathology?

Yes.
Yet I wonder
about two types of not,
forming a double-binding ecological
dialectical knot.

You would distinguish between disease,
unease,
and active pathology?
Between decomposition
and anti-composition?
Between economies of depression
and oppression politics?
Evil unhealthy forces,
more than mere absence of good health,
with rabidly LoseLose nihilistic intentions
to empower monoculturing supremacy
and, thereby,
sociopathically attenuate Earth’s healthy polyculturing diversity.

You read me like a post-liberal clock.
The opposite of positive health as love psychology
is active hate of love psychology ourselves,
human developers of humane natural-spiritual maturation,
while negative psychology
lies notnot appositionally in-between.
So mistrusting ambivalence
informs both positive trust and active distrust,
anti-trust,

Intentionally evil fear-mongering
and terrorism
and fascism
and prophets of nihilism
and preachers of divine plutocratic supremacy
because EcoPolitical Elites
have won
in a WinLose tepid world
rather than retaining trusting sight
of our WinWin healthiest love.

Do you think love is healthier than not?

I know Earth’s regenerative development,
negentropic and active positive ionic and ergodic
and thermodynamic balance,
never could have become
if this harmony were not
integrative animism
of our multicultural
polyculturing
Creation Love Story.

Is that your sacred psychological faith
or your secular ecopolitical trust?

Yes.

Sounds like dipolar co-arising nutritional advocacy.

Feels like a chronic orgasm.

Don’t you mean synchronic?

I don’t know.
Are we?

I am
if you are.

I am
and you are
so we are becoming synchronic orgasms
more than all that infertile evil monoculturing
hateful climates of pathology
competitive Lose short-term to Lose long-term self-oppressive business.

Stay focused, dear.
Don’t get distracted from our question.

Do you think and feel love is healthy?

Absolutely.
But it would be a lot more fun
if it were also just a little bit dirty.

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When Pigs Can’t Fly

If love is healthy
and health is love,
whether a screaming rabid eagle
or a peaceful mother dove,
then it matters,
whether you are a pitbull
or a kinda bitchy beagle,

When someone nominates for CEO
a person who flat out tells you
I am a pig,
and not only that,
I could fly like an eagle
if not for all you lumpen doves,

Run,
don’t walk,
fly, if you can,
in most any other direction.

To do otherwise
is like saying healthy Earth
could be more lovely
if flying pigs
were plutocratic CEOs.

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Songs of Resistance

Songs of resistance
are love songs.

Anthems sung together from churches
and temples
to town squares
and capital sold-out markets.

Sounds of acquiescence
are cowering silence
suffered alone
through long and lonely nights
of fear and anger.

Great lovers
prefer to sing
in full harmonies
and resonant octaves
of sound
and loving light,
whether resisting
persisting
or assisting
escorting
affirming love’s compassioned notes.

We sing
when climbing up jacob’s ladder
together.
When climbing down
we feel alone,
are silent
and live in sorrow
for love life’s absence.

Silent majorities and minorities
reassure bullies
and defenders of plutocracy.
Resistance songs
are love medicine
fear-mongerers fear,
yet need the most.

 

 

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Governing Climates of Change

“Laying open the soil is like a careful dissection and there is the same astonishment among the students at the orderly beauty of the organs, the harmony of how they rest against one another,
form to function.
These are the viscera of the forest.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, “Braiding Sweetgrass” p. 233

Climate change environments
with government authorities living inside central-air denial
are like a bullfrog
enjoying a nice warm healthy pond life
and stubbornly doing his best
to continue acclimating
as his pond turns into
a simmering pan of water
developing a fatal case
of climate pathology.

Communication
between organic evolving and devolving systems
is often recognized,
even frog to atmosphere deductively analyzed,
as formal verbal-rational logic choice.
Too often slighted
are aesthetic-harmonic forms
of co-arising dipolar functions
within co-passioning messages,
statements,
appositional architectures
assuming desire for continuing organic-systemic interconnection,
convex-form/concave-functional inter-relationship
between YangForms of effective verbal communication
and double-binding yin nonverbal enthymematic
co-passioning
Function.

Hopefully,
we learn this sacred ecology
as we mature in self-governing
with both deductively acquired knowledge
and inductively felt dipolar wisdom,
discerning appositional differences
between regenerate climates communicating healthy WinWin cooperativity,
and degenerate climates
denying self-perpetuating WinLose competitions.

Wise governing choices
are less likely
when YangLeft merely formally correct communication
of facts
overpowers rather than co-empowers
YinRight co-empowering functions,
harmonies,
balance,
both ego- and eco-systemic,
co-arising,
dipolar creative tensions
healthier than bipolar dissonant noise
of patriarchal capital-hoarding pedagogical dominance,
monocuturing merely formal ascent to short-term Wins
masking descent loss
of anthro-inhabitable Earth.

Unlike reptiles,
how might warm-blooded acclimators
define declining climates of competitive pathology?

I don’t know.
Yet I see decline
when I feel it as patriarchal violence
of form
over against
matriarchal function
of co-passioning wisdom.

How do you learn the difference
between revolutionary regenerative wisdom
and normal devolutionary dominance
of further articulating details
for merely deductive reason
within side-by-side silos of discovery?

By also learning their cause-effect
co-functional
correlational dipolar co-arising similarities,
replacing WinLose Either/Or deductive monocultures
with WinWin Both/And reverse-hierarchical
matriarchal polyculturing outcomes,
sometimes revolutionary Yang,
and normally evolutionary double-binding
self-with-other golden ruling notnot Yintegrity.

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