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Nature Preserves

I don’t know many people so urbanized
they would not prefer a nature preserve
and star light
for neighbors, day and night,
over a new developed suburbanization.

Not too many people smile
when they drive by a familiar farm
with woodlands,
now scraped and scaped,
graveled and turfed,
cut down and razed with concrete foundations,
ready for more humans
not preserving natural relations
with more diverse species.

Nature preserves
promote both natural and spiritual reserves.

External nature preservation
emotionally walks
senses
feels and smells and touches
internal spiritual reserves,
sanctuary,
sacred habitat.

Most of us still cherish
natural multicultural places
as also spiritual polyphonic spaces
to visit,
know as cherished neighbors.

Few of us still live and love
as residents among sacramental traces
of past Paradise.

Even if right-brain’s emotional integrity of Earth sensed
as an interdependent matriarchal reservation
for restoring justice
through multicultural preserves
for inclusively democratic peace
has atrophied
to prefer the smell of asphalt
and chemically treated turf,

Together,
we can still remember
sacred ecological relationships,
glowing star lit nights,
cherished campfire habitats
following only DNA’s inspired multicultural health
as spirited happiness
instructions.

Natural wisdom
that what is good,
even for autonomous ego-development,
is also healthy
for sacred Nature’s preservation,
including Humane Places,
natural
sacramental,
emotionally and cognitively intelligent
Reservations

about what is healthy progress
and what is impoverishing regress.

Often,
in left-brain dominant prose,
We invest capitalized empowerment intention
investment in unnatural domesticated places,
re-nouns and pro-nouns more Proper,
speaking of independent ego-autonomy’s
drive-by missions,

And,
we fail to naturally reserve more capitalization
for what feeds our Spiritual Integrity Preservation.

 

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Love, Love, Love

Love, love, love.
Every needy thing’s about more
and better
love,

Unless you’re at a political rally.
Then we’re all about patriotic, patriotic, patriotic,
Or Freedom, Freedom, Freedom,
Although if we are not free
to feel patriotic or not so much,
then I suppose what is needed
is more Love, Love, Love.

More active compassion,
more listening mindfulness,
more global, if not universal, consciousness,
more robust and resilient relationships
with co-migrant populations,
plants,
planet.

More, more, more
Love, love, love…

Why do we multiculturally long for secular love
and sacred grace
and win/win karma,
yet speak
and endlessly sing
for such long-winded
and short-winged cooperative relationships?

While investing so little time listening
to him
and her
and competitive/cooperative him/her,
as Left makes Right loves Left
full-circle again.

Creator God speaking theological
and creation goddess listening ecological
EarthTribes in love with loving experience

Of and for healthy ego-
wealthy eco-relationships,
wise as also well-being compassions

Listening to, “Love, love, love”
co-investing every communing harmony
playing and working life
through deeper and wider
active listening for timeless love.

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Colorful Cultures

White is fundamental absence of color,
as is evangelical black.
But, white is colorless
due to emptiness
while black
because of good news fullness.

Transparency is presence of visibility
as is not darkness
but transparency is void
where opaque is dense.

Life is absence of death
as death is absence of life.
But, life is full and dense
while death is empty and void.

Promising evangelical integrity of all motions and emotions
actions and reactions
presence and co-presence
in-between radically sacred
and fundamentally secular
cultures of dualistic meaning
evolve courageously bright
with loads of curious light.

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Hate Management

Managing anger
is too hard work.

Our passions, positive and negative,
when strong,
have their way of managing us,
or me, anyway.

Perhaps you are better
noticing with courage,
then distracting curious strong passions,
positive and negative,
as a resource of your RightWing
return to conservational business
as win/lose usual.

More calming long-term thoughts
of last laugh
getting even more overpowerfully even,

Which my LeftWing passions
remind me is not really even
equitable
symmetric;
More source for and of future ugly
competitive LeftBrain dominance
makes right-mind curiously dispassionate,
uncourageously more wrong
to pine for loving win/win passions,
co-passioning harmonics,
egoLeft/EcoRight
personal/planetary
communion/communication co-regenerative resource
from dipolar, un-bipolar, sources.

For me, anger and fear
and self/other hate management
is much harder than role playing
what courageous,
yet curious,
reactive passions feel like
when acted out divinely,
yet humanely,
embodied mad-grace
by my ego-recovering identity,

Passionate communal identity,
noticed courageously and replayed out imaginatively,
curious original-ego
yet grace inhabited eco-
systemic daring drama
and yet more tactfully listening

To how human experience ought to be
and yet how important harmonic becoming
communioned communicators
commingling
cooperatively impassioned already
is my greatest ego/eco-centering resource,
dipolar communing courageously left
best when also curiously right

About challenges of anger management
and how to rethink
my own identity’s autonomously felt mindfulness,
more role play left with right
interdependently communicating.

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Mother’s Mother

My mother’s mother and I were very close.
We needed each other
in diversely validating ways.

She needed to know
experience
hear and see and feel and touch
a healthier love of mutual regard
than she felt she achieved
with any of her three daughters.

I needed to feel
I was some loved adult’s most significant event,
most vulnerable and transparent grace
for who I felt and knew I was
yet to gay become
without any need to change
what I could not internally rearrange.

When I was a senior in high school
this grandmother became sick with cancer
and depression,
mortal doubts and fear.

I knew this
not because I had visited her
but because my parents
and aunts
whispered their hopelessness
before repeatedly reminding me,
There is nothing I can do
to help her
or prepare myself
for such great loss,
perhaps less great,
more relief,
for them.

But they were wrong.
Wrong about my grandmother.
Wrong about me.
Wrong about us, together.

I knew her favorite hymns.
I was her favorite voice.
We needed no other instruments,
percussive or lyrical.
We had enough time
to revisit our music lessons,
Lyrics are tools for young friendship
Not weapons against old enemies.

Precious Lord
take my hand,
Lead me on
when I can’t stand.
I am tired,
I am weak,
I am worn.
Through these trials,
Through this storm,
Lead me on
Precious Lord.

And so we sang
and so I danced
and told her favorite story
of beds too hard,
of friends too soft,
and a child who sings just might

Of Earth too hot
and river beds too soft
and motherlands too cold
and us, now growing distant,
yet singing this last time
just right.

 

 

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Communal Climate

Share with me,
if you could become so kind,
Which of all your lifetime actions
was not also a reaction?

Which thought
not also a polyphonic feeling
rethought
and stored in memory
across countless regenerations?

Share with me
if you would
and could
and should,
Which of your responses
feels more original
and healthy
and organic
and sacred,
and intimate,
naturally communicated
and spiritually experienced
passion.

Share with us,
if we could become communioned,
all our actions verbal and non-verbal,
rational and not irrational,
all our acquisitional quantity intentions
not not qualitative
win/win co-investing intent,
exponentially left dominant
yet incrementally right prominent,
revolutionary communal strength
and evolutionary tribal wisdom.

Share with me
if we could become communacting,
co-munerative unfractioned,
co-numeratively re-actioned

To share with future,
as past EarthTribe patriotic actors
symbolic
iconic capital dipolar valued
originally in cooperatively developed
left/right heading heads.

To share with me,
if time could become so mindful,
co-passioning ego/eco-metric activities
Earth double-bound geometric civilities
binomial
bilateral
bicameral,

If distancing left would be so kind
to intimately share with ElderRight sacred me,
Why absence of communication
is not neutral
for those who notice,
and those who miss,
and those who are glad of change
and those who also are sad
without healthy co-action
and polypathic
polyphonic resilient re-action,
pre-investment toward communion,
harmonic karma,
resonant grace,
co-passion,
resilient love,

To share with me,
if you could become so loved lover,
Which of all your lifetime actions
was not also egocentering
eco-passioning co-reaction,
creation,
recreation,

To share with us.

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Life On Top

I long to be the top new-green leaf
on the tallest swaying spring breeze tree
in my florid fragrant late-spring neighborhood.

Not to lord myself
as superior to all my more fundamentally plebeian brethren,
but to celebrate this vast sisterly view
of who we sunlit glowing are
becoming toward summer’s climax together,

Then falling gracefully
in full colored autumn,
when I will have the longest downward flighting float
of all migrations

Becoming, once again,
a sacred part of snow-covered soil
feeding next spring’s tallest new-green leaf
of All transregenerators.

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