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Broken Planting Oaken Tree

We have tree traditions,
still accessible in diverse backward
and forward
reforesting cultures,
of planting a commemorative tree
when a great and portentous series of loving events
comes to its untimely rest.

Recently
my middle son’s lifetime friend
decided it was time to travel with the starlight
and so he left us heartbroken,
trying to be happy for him,
and sad without him,
to become OK with his decision
that he had uncovered enough sadness
despair
depression.
His final vote was cast
and no one else was invited
to participate in his great transitional selection.

So, my son and I
will go into our messy forest
also known as the back lot,
where former residents have dumped asphalt roofing shingles,
and buried an entire breaking down garage.

If we were to dig deeper than necessary
we would probably find other mislaid treasures.
Shattered glass bottles and hearts
and open rusted food and toxic feeling cans,
and plastic of all dismembering colors
and ugly unshapely shards of angst,
but this day
we will dig only as deep as we must.

We will first visit a handful of oak babies
sprouting up under bushes in the side yard
and among poison ivy on the north side
so my son can choose which of these
will become Greg’s oak tree of new life
not beyond
yet still after suicidal death.

We will prepare this sapling’s new home,
digging a deep and wide welcoming hole
among back lot brambles of our thoughts and feelings,
then clear away potential choking vines and voices
now covering a clearing
surrounding trees have left
just right enough for a growing Greg
Large shade tree
to hug my son’s grandchildren,
and their Greg the OakTree loving children.

Then we will uproot our chosen new life tree
with reverence
and baptize her future MotherTree roots
of sacred fertility,
and as we sprinkle holy compost
to shade her vulnerable transparency to shaded light,
we will sing our allegiance to gratitude
for each life created through Father Sun,
nourished with Mother Earth,
sadly smiled with sacred GrandMother Moon,
sprinkling sounds of thanks
for each day
of each life
this oak tree,
as Greg,
will continue bringing us.

We will read and look and listen as Jesus taught
it is ungrateful sacrilege to remain angry
about not having received more grace
than we could have earned with more generosity of time,
when we could choose instead
to give thanks for each day shared with us
doing the best we can,
to give care as we would continue to receive.

Our love for Greg
grows through this oak tree’s future shade,
and west wind protection
for all our future days of thanksgiving
and suffering lost loss,
security for our children’s
healthy and happier children
knowing
remembering
feeling
sensing
this canopy grown Greg
still choosing flight
with starlight nights.

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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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Genesis of Cooperative Enlightenment

Who died
and made God the Father
the Christian Natural Law Body of Cooperative Redemption?

Well, dear, that was Jesus of Nazareth,
your CoMessianic Avatar of regenerative health trends,
remember?

Right,
OK, so,
in my heroic ego-narrative,
we are the purest, most right, oldest exegetical unchanging Words of Jesus’ cooperative-organic BodySpirit ourselves,
Spiritual Avatars of God the True Father Conservationists.
My vocation,
and your true Jesus-given MindBody of Christ vocation,
is to integrate
to transubstantiate humane integrity
within Love’s cooperative WinWin potentialities,
multiculturally speaking.

We are the Body of Christ’s most fertile becoming polypathically cooperative, enspirited with co-arising trust, together,
co-redemptively within our organic-cooperative ecotherapeutic Body of Christ’s co-creative Earth regenerativity
of fertile regenetic multiculturing evolution.

Honey, is this supposed to be turning me on?
Because it’s not working.
Too many words.
No rhythm.

On and in and around this disintegrating Body of Christ Place,
we cohabit with those arrived and gone before,
and those to follow our paths toward increasing positive-organic integrity.

Is this where we finally approach climax?

Prior to our Body of Christ presence,
and still to this day,
Earth’s natural-spiritual progressions
through forested
and oceanic
and atmospheric
healthy climates,
both bio- and eco-systemic,
then, more recently, both Western encultured anthrocentric
and nonWestern encultured ecocentric,
would together (Christ’s SpiritMind and NatureBody) consecrate
transliterate
sacred ecology of our cooperatively integrating health-potential,
Love’s eco and biotherapeutic Body of Christ embers
of embryonic Creation
of CoMessiah understories,
prehistoric through now increasingly both-and
matriarchal her-storic
with His Patriarchal Body of Conserving Purity of Christ’s Original Intent.

We, Conserver Avatars of ReGenerative CoMessiahs,
regardless of class or race or gender or nation,
would not naturally or spiritually choose monopolistic purity of MindBody
over multiculturally organic-regenerating empathy,
but search instead for purest loyalty
to following wherever Christ’s co-empathic integrity
of polypathic-nurturing love
leads toward cooperative self/other regeneration
of healthy bio-eco systems.

Here, only, lies time invested embodying Christ’s Original Intent
more than merely competitively spent,
exhausted in WinLose unredemptive gamesmanship;
exhausting monoculturing climates
of overheated adolescent State-commodified Ego’s
shaded quasi-independent hypocrisy–
as if this part of Christ’s Body would better go it patriotically alone,
playing an internally cancerous
LoseLose
nihilistic
terrorizing and fear-mongering,
condemning and disingenuously pathological game.

We either live and die together as One Body of Earth’s Christ,
or we die by living too de-sacralized
desecrated
decomposing
degeneratively apart.

Purest MindBody of Christ could never become full-integrally optimized
as and with merely humane nature;
sacred EarthNature integrates all God the Father’s living systems
until disintegrating into decomposing no-growth,
former-fertile systems.

No coherent
rational
healthy Body of Christ organic system could long lack,
or survive de-valuing, co-empathically trusting integrity.
And, no system,
regardless of how loyal to its own MindBody of Christ virginal chastity of good faith,
could thereby regenerativey thwart co-emerging degenerative potential,
seeds of our own too purely autonomous
disenculturated
AntiBody of Christ degenerating destruction.

Could we have Body of Christ robust forests,
with interdependent holonic nutritional root systems,
without Earth’s therapeutic surfing oceans?
Oceans, without pure yet integral sacred atmosphere?
Holy Spirit of Christ’s HealthyWealthy Climates,
without root systemic cooperative ecopolitical nutrition-systems?

No more could we have humane MindBody of Christ integrative nature
without Earth’s Messiah-CoArising sacred ecology,
birthplace of Christ’s organic-cooperative reason.

Now you’re remembering the best part.
Let’s go for a long walk outside.
Listen to the birds and the wind,
the ocean and the trees,
watch for clouds,
look for stars and moon light.

I see.
Time to clear our Body of Christ neural-sensory palette?

Time to watch for,
and listen to,
other forms and sounds and hues and cries,
liturgies of co-redemptive worship.

 

 

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Yin Speaks Yang

I was reading Lakoff’s story
of what he learned at Berkeley
about international relations,
when I found my RightBrain offering further nuance;
not to deny what is here,
but to add what is also here,
but not explicitly stated,
about regenerative ecopolitical health and safety.

“The ‘rational’ approach to foreign policy was governed by a set of conceptual metaphors,
taken as simple common sense,
as metaphors [of and for regenerative v degenerative systemic processes] often are.
As a special case of An Institution
is a[n Organic-Holistic-Interdependent] Person,
there was A Nation is a[n Organic-Multiculturing] Person.”

“In addition,
a common metaphor for rationality is used,
namely,
Rationality is the Maximization of Self [as organic subsystemic part of MultiReGenerative Other]-Interest (or ‘utility’ [as health-wealth fertility]),
which entails that it is ‘irrational’ [and unhealthy] to act against one’s self-[intergenerational WinWin multicultural]interest[s].
These two metaphors are then combined to yield:
A [Healthy, Happy, Secure] Nation is a Rational [Organic TransReGenerational Polypathic] Actor[ess].”

“…we get as an entailment
the central thesis of the [organic] rational [trans-regenerational evolutionary] actor model
in international [interfamilial, intertribal, interspecies] relations:
Every [healthy] nation
acts [bicameral] rationally
to maximize its [health-wealth] military [Yang] strength [prosperity],
economic[-ecological hybrid] health [and happiness, with long-term defense of safety],
and political [cooperative polypathic] influence.”

“Rationality,
on this conception,
is taken as
[discontinuous, deductive-only, reified, either-or] universal
and occurring at the [technology, tool, framing, modeling] level
of the
[organic, living,
matriarch nurturing,
ego/eco-loving,
bicamerally mature-evolving] state.”

I feel so eviscerated.

Get over it.
Both-and;
not either-or.
You still got all your parts,
just more integratively co-aligned.

Yes, ma’am!
Who got out of bed on the wrong side today?

Don’t even try it.

I’m going back to my “Political Mind” without you.

Doubtful.
And, if possible, dangerous.

You really aren’t going to let me have the last word today are you?

I thought I was your last word,
your everything.

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Belonging Teaches Longing

I wonder why we, of all people I have known,
fly and breathe and beat so far apart.

We who have shared as one strong heart
loyal only to therapeutic spells and smells
of hearts and flowers,
and old gay tales,
wherever these death-defying deviant truths might lead,
prepared to follow this good faith,
not once doubting what was best for other’s feelings
and warmest thoughts of trust,
was best for both in longer runs of patient faith
for someone made for you
as you are made of me,
or were you too much made by me
with this fertile loyalty
still wondering why we,
of all,
fly our ways as part
of two and many million more who dream as one,
yet cherishing our togathering memories.

Without them I would have never known
this feels too much apart.

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Good Earth Prophesies

Beware of those who would solicit your political or economic loyalty
by attributing to you
fear, anger, and/or hate motivations,
concerns,
issues you presumably share.

Loyalty,
potentially sustainable through multiple regenerations,
follows the lights and richer-hued darks of your positive motivations,
shared loves and hopes
and multiculturing beauties of healthier nutrition.

Shared pathologies breed merely mutual immunities.
CoMentoring, CoArising Loyalties
respond to shared empathic trusts,
roots of political and economic positive relationship,
rather than absence of relativity, integrity,
or even a decent sense of humor.

Encourage your parents to read this,
suggest thet kindly invite your more generously mindful loyalty,
rather than immunity of mutual-absence,
Business As Usual,
once again.

Expect your political parties
to remember parties evolve following invitations to share love,
not fear, not hate
and eventual pathological dismemberment,
financial marginalization,
and terrors of toxic monoculturing stews,
monopolistic supreme-designs.

Feed actively cooperating empathy,
to starve hyperactive competing fears
and angers
and hatreds reinforcing corporate/familial/tribal enculturing distrust.

Beware those who would use your fears
because they are not resourceful enough
to own and name and claim our co-empathic ecopolitical loves,
Earth’s optimally healthy-therapeutic wealth.

Beware of false Medicine Men.

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