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Journeys with Fr. Time

Hi!
I’m Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
“Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time.”

First, I want you to know
I’ve been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the “wasted” journals?

Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in cooperative nature
may be better grasped
as ecosystemic boundary issues,
between Fr. Time’s Journey
and my Journal,
confined to the back pages
of history.

And, yet,
my point is this waste is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Energy and resources from one organism,
invested in one species,
contribute to supporting deductive lower-order
consumer co-owned foodchain providers
and
supported by
inductive higher-order ecosystem nurturers,
WinWin matriarchal cooperative networks,
political relationships,
economic transactions.

Apparent deductive decomposing waste
feedback re-investments
to help cooperatively maintain
our spiraling flow of energy
and sacred environmental seasonal stability
for all transitioning organisms,
great and small.

So my matriarchal journals
are about wastes of history,
when matriarchal cooperative ecopolitical systems
were not yet fully commodified
and were under-invested
of and for more cooperative values
of democratic trust
and mutual freedoms,
rights and lefts together.

Sister EarthChild:
You talk funny.
Are you asking us to reconsider
matriarchal waste as symbiotic exchange
between and within partnering Patriarchs with Matriarchs?
And, if so,
pardon me,
but isn’t that rather an old school invitation?

M. T.
Journeys With Father Time
are nutritional gambles,
where even trees hedge our bets,
extracting nutrients from old leaves
before recycling,
freely absorbing as needed
when needed,
but no more.
And, if less,
we do not blame them
for wasting what they never had to give.

S. E.
You say,
of your journeys in dialogue with Fr. Time,
“these are sustained by resource richness
producing excess dissonant waste,
re-investments supporting higher
yet denser
co-evolving
creolizing
nutritionally healthy outcomes.”
Is that faith
in the supremacy of cooperation
over competition,
do you think?
I was just wondering,
trying to follow the regenerative string
of your co-creation story.

M. T.
We can look at matriarchal history
to find apparent RightBrain waste
as potential LeftBrain abundance.
Over time,
unused resources
become energy sources for something other,
some polypathic nutritional system
of Earth’s co-intelligence.
This is a liberating process,
but freedom of authority
including responsible limits on cooperatively available energy,
within any one journey,
one time,
one space,
limits of polypathic diversity,
pressured through competitions
about what is waste and what is of healthy value,
yet continuously within WinWin
co-absorbing regenerativity.

S. E.
Any final thoughts?
We’re almost out of time.

M. T.
Almost out of time for Patriarchy Knows Best Journeys.
To your generation of sisters,
work on lower carbon-cost investments
for re-investing deductive/inductive
decompositional journalistic materials,
themes,
lesson plans,
designs for regenerative network building.

S. E.
And, I guess we’ll have to leave you with that.
Whatever that was.
Now,
can we talk about my favorite story,
The Rise and Fall of Roman-Capitalist Colonialism?

M. T.
Oh, really?
That’s your favorite?
The one where the Patriarchal God of Love
builds ballistic bombs and bullets
so we can militarize and criminalize
future generations
worshiping this Patriarchal God of Loving Mistrust,
made in our own memories
of further travels with Fr. Time?

S. E.
Yes, that one!
Kind of a mix of gothic horror
with operatic tragic-comedy.

M. T.
I think that’s my favorite wasted journal entry too.

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Cain and Abel

The story of Cain and Abel
is also a history of Yang and Yin
when pitted against each other
rather than regeneratively struggling with creative tensions.

Cain was a hunter,
a predator
killing other blooded species
for nutritional purposes,
competing against other self-defensive creatures.

Abel was a gatherer,
a farmer
nurturing facilitation of multi-generational non-blooded species
also for nutritional purposes,
cooperating with other defenseless creations
other than a few thorny challenges
to Abel’s happier WinWin harvest,
unmarked by gore and heart-stopping death.

God loved both
just as they were.
But Cain,
always hunting in a presumed WinLose competitive forest
against other food-chain species,
became concerned that God loved Abel more,
then jealous,
then angry and impatient with feelings of inferiority,
inadequacy,
somehow diseased in projected sacred eyes
for harvesting as was his preference.

Not really Cain’s choice;
just his patriarchal Yangish way,
in contrast to Abel’s more matriarchal Yin-nurturing way
to worship and digest God’s grace
of health nurturing wealth,
nutritional promise.

It was easier for Abel to see
that God blessed both patriarchal hunters
and matriarchal gatherers
to cooperate together
for mutual nutritional purposes,
and healthiest outcomes.

Abel was able to recognize
Yang’s dipolar co-arising value with Yin,
predation and integration,
competition within a cooperatively democratic household
of co-redeeming economies.

Cain’s jealousy crisis
grew into malignantly chronic despair,
until what was not of patriarchal competitions
he treated as matriarchal waste
of God’s wiser Yangish potential,
thereby creating God in Cain’s own image
rather than God’s hybrid nondual potential,
loving both Yang and Yin together
nondually co-arising cooperativity.

So, Cain laid Abel to waste,
he drained Yin’s nurturing blood,
creating dissonance and dismay and death
where YangLeft and YinRight
were meant to competitively cooperate
their mutually controlling nurture
abundantly regenerate
together.

Yet matriarchal nurture
of cooperative WinWin self-organizing,
internally reorganizing,
political systems and economic networks
are not mere waste of failed patriarchal competing
unto monocultural degenerate despeciating outcomes.
Unless we both Left and RightBrain choose
to see our bilateral selves
that bipolar competitive
and insane
way.

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Bad News Gospels

The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.

However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your enlightened self
as mere cowards
and traitors
and sinners
being who they marginally are,
as they perhaps criminally are,
for acting out insanely,
as they compulsively,
but not long-term nurturingly, will,
then you are on a wrong side
of co-redemptive ecopolitical action;
the wrong side of the GoodNews Gospels.

Blaming the victims
of poverty and ecopolitical marginalization
of abuse and neglect,
of addiction and victimless criminalization,
is the Gospel-condemned hypocrisy
of desecrating Pharisees
and Sadducees,
Publicans
and other clericalist malignant Aristocrats,
Caesars breeding Mammon
rather than CoMessiahs breathing Manna.

If we create an old with new blend of Jesus
as Solomon,
a more positive Gospel message
invites discerning issues of freedoms and rights to say
and/or do and not do
by asking ourselves, and each other:

Will this democratize freedoms to love,
to participate
to cooperate
to look for WinWin resolutions?

And, will this build higher boundaries around monoculturing restrictions
toward further WinLose anger,
fear,
intolerance,
chronic hatreds,
while excusing hypocrisies
of supremacists calling themselves on the side of defusing love’s barriers,
removed from cowards,
losers,
soft on healthy defense,
fostering long-term economic disaster areas,
deniers of LeftBrain healthy nondual co-realities,
detractors from patriarchal capital-obsessed evolutionary self-aggrandizing theories
as more culturally important
than Matriarchal-ReGenerative CoOperation Stories
about Messiahs
and wise guys, royal as humble-servant birth
of healthy,
courageously cooperative,
mutually trusting and vulnerable ecopolitics.

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ReMembering Mortality

I wonder if something essential
to my individual identity,
our diverse ego centers,
must become recognized as waning,
on it’s
my
decomposing way toward death,
absence of hope for infinite future physical ego-integrity,
before it becomes possible to grab on to CoOperative Promise
with my more inductive eco-centering feeling left hand
to grow again from non-dominant
embryonic RightBrain organic seasonal beginnings
of listening for global multicultural integrity,
that matriarchal matters more, some Advent seasons,
and equally, during transitional birthing seasons,
and sometimes less revolutionary
yet still dipolar co-arising ego’s relentless waning.

Not just knowing death as incoming (0)-sum absence
of capacity to return love offered,
fear threatened,
but also gratitude for each eco-normative relationship
having become matriarchal integrity reborn,
some gone before already
and yet many to continue on
throughout this our eco-operating lines.

It is in my ego vulnerability
that Earth’s continuous matriarchal rebirth
grows reweaving
reborn,
both within my personal landscape
and across this our ecopolitical global climate.

 

 

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HiStory Times

Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation,
or second nation,
depending on your historical perspective,
but definitely not a third nation
although some cooperative economists
thought we might be competing ourselves
in that over-invested and ego-inflationary direction.

This first and second nation
had grown tired of electing puppy dogs,
with bought and sold kennel cough
and regurgitation,
as Chief.

Living within this mighty nation was a Big Bad Wolf
who campaigned by shouting “Wolf”
and cheerleading for BigBad Woolfacism,
and the sleepy and bored people
found this exciting as if more entertainment
must be a change for better
rather than almost unimaginable worse
and so nearly half of them
stumbled into dog-eared polls
and elected Chief B.B. Wolf.

B.B. Wolf took his wolfish degenerative promises somewhat seriously,
thinking, sort of, and both reasonably and unreasonably enough,
this was why he was new Chief Wolf,
but became frustrated
as he learned the larger half who had impudently voted for Other
were more hoping for a Big CoOperative Wolf
which he considered more of a Big Bad Bitch.

Tired of hearing “Wolf!..Wolf!”
and “Come hither Bitch!”
twittered and beeped and compressed across every media outlet,
this battered tribe began turning off their radios
at mere mention of B.B. Wolf,
stopped choosing to read his anti-potlatch tweets,
boycotted every paper and editor and blogger,
story teller and poet
who dared mention Chief Wolf
and his campaign of blighting promises
and threats
and competing WinLose compromises
and fake news
and non-events
and non-plans
and non-design
and non-cooperative
and non-trust
non-sense
non-sensed
non-sensing
non-sensual
non-sensical scrambling politics.

This went on for near a week
before B.B. Wolf’s press secretary
called a Briefing
to which no one came but him, or her,
depending on which secretary drew the shortest straw that morning.
No one even briefly bothered hearing for sure
which came to represent
further dissonance and dismay.

By afternoon
even B.B. Wolf heard his own empty echoing chambers
and twittered “Never mind.
I’m the first and best Chief
to ever hold a Brief without pressing business anyway.”
Then announced he would be happy to try something new,
to mindfully listen to questions and comments
and concerns
to see if we might together become smart enough
to come up and down with some well-planned feasible answers,
somewhere this side of more fake non-news,
non-events,
etc…

Someone
way in the back of the smallest press room
in the smallest town
in the shortest State,
some BBB, no doubt,
as the Chief would later say,
asked him what Saudi Arabia
might have been willing to invest in
with less toxic outcomes
if he had offered wholesale
on trees and organic edibles,
wind turbines and solar panels,
natural construction and organic gardening
and nutritional militias
armed with our best good regenerative seeds
and permacultural nurturing designs
for care-giving and -receiving
and global cooperative health insurance
and mutual wealth of resonance assurance.

Still, he had promised to think about it
and so he did the best he could
within his echoing silo.
But the next day
all this nation’s media
on- and off-polypathic communication lines
that spacetime 4D regenerative mattered
twittered and tweeted
blogged and editorially bleated
mindful questions
and cooperative “Yes…and…” responses
listed blisteringly out loud
like positive organic healthy yeast
far too deep and rich for B.B.. Wolf to hope for continuing control
much less to actually nurture and manna lead
like a Big Good Wolf might have started,
and then watched what we together might have remade.

He “Wolf!”ed to agree to disagree
and did so endlessly
but all the larger half not in his fan base
and at least half of his smaller half of former followers
were much too busy
refilling all his negatives
with their WinWins
“Yes that healthy choice,
and how about this nutrition too?”
instead of their old degenerating
WinLose
anti-climatic ways.

This remained such the larger gospel reweaving story
B.B. Wolf had no one to rant at
and, frankly, not much to do
other than playing golf
and counting his money
which were his trump cards anyway.

And so it is this story began
with selecting Chief B.B Wolf
and ends
with everybody living happily
and healthy wealthing ever after.

A moral of and for this story:
That’s what big bad wolves are for,
to show you what is best
to more relentlessly ignore.

But,
I’m sure we can, together,
think of both…and nutritional more.

Our Beginning:

Once upon an evolving time
we were a great first nation
and second cooperatively matriarchal established state,
co-depending on her-historical perspectives…

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Braiding Dawn with Eve

In “Braiding Sweetgrass”
Robin Wall Kimmerer
favorably contrasts Skywoman’s creation story
with Eve’s less abundant vocation.

In our shared Right hemisphere,
Skywoman “created a garden
for the wellbeing of all.”
While in and out of the more extractive Left hemisphere,
Eve was banished from her forest garden
“and the gates clanged shut behind her.”

To live as fully as possible,
Eve must subdue the wildness
“into which she was cast.”
Meanwhile,
Skywoman remains an active matriarchal agent
of this casting and forecasting
wildness.

This feels fine to me as it is.
Yet I can also recognize Skywoman
as RightBrain Dawn
migrating through these four languaged millennia
to re-emerge this Eve of Earth’s climate pathologies
re-approaching reweaving gates bilaterally opening
with no more need for violent slamming shut
gates designed for polypathic bilateral nudging,
Dawn through Eve,
forward through back again,
surfing Left to Right
nondual co-arising.

In my version
of this Skywoman Dawn meets Eve,
Dawn says to Eve
“Sister, you got the short end of the stick…”
while Eve hears and dreams therapeutic response,
resonant resolutions
to lead with longer and deeper
and wider more inclusive nutritious carrots
this seasoning of Earth’s dualdark bicameral health
re-emerging
revolving
revolutioning
braiding dawn then eve
toward dawn’s DNA again.

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Laundering Her Accounts

New England’s late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.

She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why and how much of water
she consumed each day
each month
each year.

These numbers are written on ledgers of her mind
and asset hanging body.
Food
and heat
and phone service,
electricity
and water
and even some of her compost.
All off-site store
and on-line purchases.

Balancing thoughts nutritional,
sometimes toxic piles of consuming laundry lists
from diverse and fragrant markets.
This was an easy stroll
down double-entry accountability lane
compared to thinking through what she had produced.

Which reminded her to breathe
and about air.
The good air she had breathed all year.
She had no bill for services rendered,
in large part by the trees,
but the ecology and chemistry are complicated.
Still, no bill.

And what about all the bad air she had produced?
No one seemed likely to repay her.
At least not with kindness.

Yet she had also produced some good air,
and so had her daughters and sons.
And she had produced them,
without as much help as she might have preferred
for so much poopy laundry.

Come to think of it,
no one had sent much of anything
for her investments in retaining this planet
with capacity for self-naming Earth,
or any other name either
as far and deep as she could linguistically foretell.

She didn’t bring home a paycheck anymore.
That could have been a measure of her production value.
Yet she was not so sure
which part of all those hours
and years
would end up on the positive regenerative asset side
of self and other investing income
and how much was more degenerative and toxic.
Both trends paid the same in cash,
but not within her warm-washed heart.

This was her accounting problem.
She could measure consumption with her mind and body
but she wanted to balance her production values
and disvalues with her heart,
maybe only because her mind could not wrap around
the positive and negative productive garnering numbers.

What did she produce in healthy amounts?
Too much clean laundry or not enough?
And what else might she over-produce
in toxic overpopulating quantities?
Is this all her kids could be and hope for?
Her contribution to inhumane overpopulation
to further deteriorate Earth’s healthier climates.
What futures would these well-worn clothes cover?

This must not be enough.

So she talked and listened with other women she knew,
including her mother and grandmothers,
but also her daughters,
about how they cooperatively and competitively approached
their double-entry accountability issues.

One grandmother
made a conserving assumption
that all her breath was wasted,
so entered her heart-felt numbers
on Earth’s negative side–
we are intrinsically bad for other nature-spirits.
But also made her balancing assumption,
all her intakes of cash were sufficient in return.
An even exchange,
positive feedback capital
balancing all her bad breath outflow.
Her clothesline
carried only her own clothes.

Her other grandmother
spoke of a rule
her mother taught and listened to tape-measure through each day.
If she had some negative feedback to invest,
it must wait until she had completely played out
any positive feedback
she could honestly express.
In this way she could predict
her positive productions
at least 0-sum balancing
with her negative airs
and positions,
policies and partnerships,
pairs and repairs of pants and socks
and other relationships;
her economic and political productions
across her project lifeline.

She said her goal was to consume
at least as wisely balanced as she produced,
to give at least as well as she had taken.

Her daughter went on-line
to frame a women’s global cooperative.
And then she quantified her negative consumptions
of mind and body
against and with her positive heartbeats and breaths,
to see and hope and hypostatically hypothesize
thermodynamic ecopolitical balance
as 0-sum WinWin
cooperative ego/eco-systemic balance,
slow-growing her matriarchal cooperative laundry ownership
of this women and allies cooperative
transfer and exchange market
for healthier global climates.

She followed her daughter on-line
to co-mentor with her global sisters,
and allies,
how we can add and subtract,
divide and multiply
our cooperative positive mutual dividends
invested for each other
more than WinLose against.

This did not necessarily resolve her ecological balance sheet
but her daughter’s on-line cooperative intention and outcome bank
of entries,
nested by individual within local bioregion,
did resolve and resonate with her accounting
by double-entry
regenerative v degenerative 0-sum balance issue.

Now what was in and on her heart and breath,
was also expanding out through cooperating breasts and chests,
WinWin more than competitive WinLose.

What continued in patriarchal Washington,
and other capital-consuming cities,
hoarding breath ’til smoke-filled blue
denying Earth’s climating pathologies,
faded back somewhat from terrorizing view
because this hoarding vision of contemporary history
was no longer the only cooperative-competitive game in town,
and across Earth’s matriarchally treed forests,
networks,
embryonic organic networks,
regenerative and decomposing lines,
perennial spirals
recycling productive Yang with cooperative consuming yin-fractal DNA
seasonal 0-sum
WinWin reiterative primal relationships,
double-positive-binds,
not just light
but bright,
not just love
but polypathic beloving matriarchal communities
of and for healthy accounting balance sheets,
hung out to dry
on this sunny warm breeze May day.

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Public Sector Predators

I have lately noticed
WinLose bottom-line business competitors
lead within for-profit rabidly accelerating circles
and are not thereby well prepared
to produce effective robust outcomes
in a more WinWin democratic public service role,
elected or appointed.

I have further noted
general decline of original democratic public servant roles,
revolutionarily replaced by a competing public predator CEO role,
pirating political powers
to better hoard aristocratic economic rewards.

This has been the stuff of history,
fall of Empires,
but also for-profit failing corporations.

It is these latter corporate failures
even beyond more nakedly protected democratic losses,
where authority of position
includes authority to continue employing others
in your jail,
or setting lowly employees free
to market themselves elsewhere,
for democratic enriching profit
or for self-serving quarterly producing profits
for absent short-term disinvested owners
and their equally self-serving managers,
Colossus Trumpians, I suppose,
rather than the old school
public servant model.

Living in a self-seeking climate of growing pathology,
where schools neither mentor nor bother to even lecture
the socially cooperative primacy of mutual service,
grace of gratitude both given and received,
for civic responsibilities growing into interdependent authorities,
nor are parents necessarily skilled leaders
of mutually cooperative WinWin
ecopolitical skill-set development.

For these reasons,
and probably far remedially more,
it seemed right and normal,
good and proper,
that the best cooperatively judicious diplomats
of and for public policies and government procedures,
whether self-governing or also other-governing,
would be those with public servant sector backgrounds,
rather than private predative sector unforgiven foregrounds,
understories of evolutionary Might Makes Right.

Yet this model of competing ruthless leadership
just now appears a Commons lowering denominator
for both public and private sectors,
for more multiculturing cooperative wisdom.

It should be no more a surprise
to a U.S. President
that Presidents do not have unmitigated autonomous powers
of information disclosure
nor of information fabrication,
of energy sharing and conserving
nor of energy hoarding for further self-investing
even further autonomously unmitigated authorities
of revenge and competing egomanias,
than surprise to a CEO
of any healthy cooperatively-managed corporation
where private sector mutual service
and mutually subsidiary authorities
are co-responsibilities of all
who breathe and think maturely,
speak and listen democratically,
with heart beats
both diastatic wealthy
and systolic healthy,
both full and empty of ego/eco-viral powers,
mutually grateful
for all who live and laugh
midway between fully is and yet not yet.

Public private servants,
consuming no more relational powers
than we can individually and collectively reproduce,
replace,
recycle.

Because we elect and normally appoint
Public Servants
based on their prior experience
as Private Predators,
wealth and power accumulating hoarders
at their capital top
bucks stop here
in this pirate place
my allies and I have bought and sold for,
I am learning
that we don’t public service get
what we do private sexist and racist and elitist pest
invest in.

Application forms
and ballots
all seek WinWin caregivers,
too often counted and selected
by WinLose bully Presidents,
wearing Chief Executive Officer hats
rather than carrying Lead Servant Mentor portfolios.

Legislators and judges
educators and parents
achieve more wholesome outcomes
by remaining students of deep ecological listening
than by becoming teachers
of Ayn Rand’s egocentric economics
for antisocial climbers.

 

 

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GirlCutt Voices

What sustains life are sacred values,
so what cannot sustain becomes pathological.

Matriarchy is about nurturing and care-giving,
protecting life and conserving cooperative energies;
yet that implies that patriarchy devolves to controlling
and competitive care-receiving,
destroying life as WinLose necessary
to violently offend against further competing failures of energy.

Patriarchy: Producing for this WinLose generation.
Matriarchy: Conserving for next WinWin generations.

Don’t call that defense,
call it what it is,
offensive militarism
plutocratic nationalism
which acts like baseball fields used to perform in the U.S.:
If you build it
we will come to exploit it.

A fratricidal nationalistic ecopolitics
is also a suicidal WinLose ecologically cynical strategy
against future generations
who will never become,
never emerge
because we refuse to prioritize
WinWin organic nurturing processes
of co-empathic conservation
as mental and physical healthy climates;
basic synergetic hygiene.

Freedom Seekers
was the next generation vision
of our Original Freedom Fighters;
not so much to merely perpetuate younger fighters
rather than seekers first.

Seek and ye shall find.
Don’t seek,
and we still fight on.

This is neither the time to become hypnotized
terrorized
or even merely reactionary against Trumpians
in this postmillennial moment of climaxing climate pathologies,
our perfect storm;
yet it is also a critical time
to not continue being responsive
to patriarchal anthropocentrism
in all its …ism aspish apeish forms.

Why should U.S. women continue paying federal taxes?
Investing further resources in WinLose politics,
when we could, instead,
invest in WinWin cooperative ownership
of Earth as our mutual share-held Commons.

We could instead invest our tax dollars
in planting trees
and building stronger cooperative ownership
including deep learning and healthing ego/ecosystems,
and investing in WinWin ecopolitical,
and personal,
sacred and naturally regenerative games,
work and recreation,
networks of positive matriarchal co-discernment,
springing up from pockets and guilds of mutual subsidiarity.

This is not just a U.S. women’s federal tax boycott,
but all women who feel suppressed
and know oppression of cooperative investment
in and of and for future generations,
all conservationists of Earth’s healthy futures,
including our own,
and our families,
and our neighbors,
all allies boycotting nationalism
to co-invest in global cooperative nutrition-building networks
of WinWin sacred ecology,
both multicultural and polypathic,
creolizing polycultures
of and for regenerative health
from (0)-sum now
through interdependent evermore
Deep Learning Time for CoOperative ReEducation.

Nationalism is a political landscape problem.
Matriarchal eco-repatriation is our ecopolitical climate of resolutions.
All living systems vote yes with our cooperative lives;
no with our degenerative ego-exhaustion.

If not now,
when?

If not you,
whom?

If not here,
where?

If not this regenerative potential,
then what remaining degenerativity?

If not for love,
then why bother?

Military offensive strategic norms
derive from fear that cooperative love
will not and cannot grow powerful enough
on the other side of a line we have drawn
in our minds.

And this fear
is a self-fulfilling prophecy.
For where fear rules our inter-relational policies
and international controlling procedures,
then love must thereby fade
from a fear-mongered collective mind
abandoned to pursue monopoly games,
drawing ever more fading lines
in quicksands of mistrust
in and on Earth’s profoundly robust cooperativity,
standing-by nutritional potential
for mutual loving contentment.

It’s not that competitive WinLose capitalism is bad
or intrinsically patriarchal evil,
it’s more that cooperative WinWin capital investments
work better
longer
for healthy conservation of multiculturing wealth.

No taxation
without equitable cooperative representation.
A classic ring
with a touch of postmillennial zing.

Taxing investments sustaining healthy life are sacred values,
so what cannot
and must not pretend to
sustain ecological wealth becomes pathological plutocracy.

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Dancing Through Swamps

Mom, did you hear the news about patriarchy today?

Yes, dearest son!
Or no…
I’m not sure.
You mean the gender translation problem?

Not sure we had a problem,
just an honest mistake
we might more empathically suppose.

Perhaps I am too paranoid,
hunting conspiracies
and thereby gathering folly,
yet reversing ancient scriptured words
for penis and vagina
smells hellfire brimstone intentional to me.

So much for my plans to become a priest.

I am so sorry your lack of a vagina
now feels emasculating of your future,
my great-loved son.
What vocation remains
for you to find
now you have become the infertile son
of a sacred matriarchal Priest?

Mom, really?
Tell me you’re not pursuing ordination again.

Why not?
We talk about a priest shortage
brought on by massive defrocking of priests
without the newly requisite vagina.

Maybe I could go into religious education.
Yet, truth told
my head’s not in it,
nor was that an implied penile reference,
teaching all those boys
how and why
when and where
they must now become subservient
to the more robust virtues
of the more sacred vagina.

Maybe you could teach in an all girls school?

But,
I don’t feel like an ecopolitical after-thought,
ready to slurp up only mainstream leftovers.
This reverse translation issue
feels unnatural to me.

Well, of course it does, my son,
you don’t have superior vagina wisdom.

Maybe I need a sex change.

Maybe we all need some trans-regenerational
re-education.

If you say so.
You’re the one for nurturing vagina dialogues.

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