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Practice Makes Praxis

When I mention my morning meditation practice,
many respond with wishes and hopes
they could
would
should discipline themselves
to also join in to this practice
practice
praxis
until fragmented uncommunicative ego/ecosystems
finally get life resiliently realistically right
more than ego-narcissistically wrong.

But this,
I ego-think and eco-feel,
reverses what is a more eco-centrally profound point
of ZeroZone cosmic-organic view.

Everyday life is already our active meditation
which we Win/Lose practice,
Business As Usual practice
praxis
until we hope to get us
interdependently Win/Win healthy right
more than Lose/Lose pathologically diseased wrong.

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Within Earth’s Time

Within timeless scales of Earth,
a humane life is no more
yet no less
than one short ZeroSum Zone,
sometimes cooperative with Earth’s climate changes
and sometimes competitive
against Earth’s pace
of healthy climate therapeutic race.

Each of us is a sojourner
on this green-blue sanctuary planet,
a sometimes grateful
and too often ungrateful guest
by birthright of nondual dark DNA invitation,
patriarchal and matriarchal,
with only a short-term Left wins when Right wins time
to co-invest toward healthiest interdependent wealth.

What greater folly could there be
than to spend this short time longing,
unhappily thronging,
in Win/Lose conflicts
against other green sanctuary guests?

Far healthier, surely,
to invest and empower this short life
pursuing inspired health,
enriched by a green ecotherapeutic sense
of interdependent
organic
holonic HolySpirit/Nature transubstantiating warm-wombed connections,
nutritional communion with other medicating meditating sojourners
especially green young-born seeds
breathing in and out
Win/Win active and responsive hope.

So far,
of the revolutionary 2020 revisionary centuries,
just under a full-score have degenerated,
the major integrative portion is yet to systemically unfold
among us,
with and without becoming regenerative us.

Green sanctuary compassion
is my actively co-arising hope.
This is our emergent century of climate peace,
a century of bicameral health discernment–
a wealthy skill-set sharing century
when a more caring
scientific LeftBrain
and reconnecting RightBrain co-relational investment
and compassionate
non-violent communicating
communion of human nature-spirits
will re-emerge.

This is my non-sectarian reweaving
tribal prayer
for Earth’s wellness

As our own shared security,
non-violent prosperity
non-partisan compassion
non-patriarchal love
non-RightWing dominant
choosing lifetime of great healthy transitional sojourner light

Even a growing warm-wombed infant
can interdependently actively hope to harmonically hear,
smell and taste,
feel and 2020 see.

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NonViolent Communion

A positive,
though obscure and academic
and also too multi-syllabic
way to say “non-violent communication”
which is rather like saying “non-oxymoronic”
because we are left wondering more precisely
what these terms could less aggressively not include,
is “enthymematic communication.”

Enthymematic messages
always carry positive
health-inspired,
wealth-intended
Both/And
Left with RightBrain balancing,
co-empathic co-passionate rooted
inside mood matches outside receiver’s verbal/non-verbal climate

Of multicultural polypathic resonance,
sensitivity,
solidarity with eco-receiver’s
personal/political WinWin trends,
multigenerational historic/herstoried Yang/Yin
Left liberally embodied
with ElderRight conservationally minded
DNA health/wealth traits.

So, you can see why “non-violent communication”
doesn’t quite seem to capture it’s full revolutionary
restorative justice potential
within compassionate green peace
ecological
theological
nature-spirit non-sectarian
enthymematic
polypathic
transubstantiating secular/sacred communions
for deep learning universal/unitarian
100% Zero ZenZone integrity

Of bicameral positive psychology
RealTime healthy energy democracy
for green EarthTribe non-manic sanctuary
cooperatively-owned communication potential,
voiced enthymematically
by all chirping and tweeting and surfing and swaying
and jumping and swimming
and dancing and singing
cooperative communion to-gatherers.

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The Ways Health Breaths

What is the difference
between your highest vocational aspiration
and your better health for all aspirations?

If your answer is
Nothing,
like the sound of two lungs breathing,
then your are on your most promising wealthy journey
into secular with sacred integrity.

There’s a health integrity thread
humane lives follow.

Health grows among natural everyday enchanting things
that spiritually change,
But health,
like love and God, doesn’t change.

People wonder about what health-trend you are pursuing,
You explain,
yet again,
about this globally sacred health thread
of wealthiest vocational time.

But,
health is hard for others to diversely see,
as schools for fish have issues seeing clean, clear water.

Yet, pursuing and perusing slow-grown climate health
is not hard to feel
as a beautiful enchanting thought,
if only also LeftBrain deductively proven
as definitively true
healthy democratic extended family trust.

While you listen for organic health
you can’t get vocationally lost
in RightWing elitist messages.

Climate tragedies happen;
people
and plants
and living planets get hurt
and die;
and your climate anxiety suffers
absence of EarthHealth
becoming depressingly old
before your grandchildren’s time to thrive.

Nothing you do can stop
time’s sacred wealth
of secular health
unfolding.

Everything you do can start
time’s sacred health
of secular wealth
refolding.

Don’t ever let go of this WinWin thread
I AM BEING HEALTH
breathing in
as wealth breaths
generously calling out.

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NightFlights

From onset of puberty
on through my early twenties
I had frequent flyer dreams.

Like learning to ride a bike,
I was nocturnally certain
just the right balance of body focus and mind flexibility
would lead to inevitable lift-off.

Perhaps it was not a coincidence
that the more daylight time riding my first and last red three-speed bike,
the more likely I was to invest my nightflights
in flying forward and yet flexibly floating free
to soar with stars
float and spin with the moon
looking down and back and out at EarthTribe’s AquaMarine Home,
laced with also flying cumulus fluffs of vaporous white,
as ephemeral as identity myself.

Adolescent hubris,
I know,
to imagine floating flexibly
with just sufficient internal focus, balance, centering
as if a Bodhisattva Flyer
of space as time traveling
forward future
and backward pasts,
outer becomings swelling
with inner flying beings co-gravitating
contracting concentric balance,
dreams of humane-growing flight as inhalation,
internal as external exhalation
mindbody co-operation,
co-optation,
co-present floating flights
of dreamscaped transparent night.

In my dream
we remain free to fly,
free from mind v body polarities,
spirit-nature remains inspiring bodies,
spiral flying full-flight dreams
of economic
and political
and psychological
EarthTribe Revolutions.

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The 2020 Coop

The People’s Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel roof
and natural wood graffiti walls
spun and sung
with Mohammad’s Sufi Wind Turbinators.

Original coop founders
had been mural painters
and finger and toenail designers,
hair braiders
and community garden canners
and preservers,
soup and smoothie makers
and child-care cooperative providers
and home school teachers,
as well as the original upstairs apartment residents,
and those living next door,
working in the kitchen,
serving organic soup and bread
in winter,
juice smoothies
and fair-trade mocha freezes
to readers and talkers with listeners
during warmer sun-drenched months
relaxing on teak chairs
surrounding umbrella tables
in our outdoor street cafe.

The guy with a hot dog and bagel cart
joined The Coop
and invested each lunch hour
outside
then went inside to offer yoga
and chi gong classes
in the reading and quiet arts room.

Meanwhile,
more robust and rhythmic,
the kitchen and juice bar
shares open space
with a performance stage
bearing diverse drums,
a grand piano,
an accordion,
rather strangely popular,
and a karaoke machine,
lights and sound,
open mic days and nights
for comedy
and poetry,
story-telling
and rapping,
tapping and beating
and full gospel choir singing,
depending on who shows cooperatively up
to turn out
rather than in
over on the quiet side
of the all bells, but no disdaining whistles, Coop.

Coop peak periods
include rainy and cold afternoons
when street performers
come inside,
finish their soup,
put out their hats
and share a set,
then join juice and coffee and tea bar tables
and sometimes even take a turn
on hooked-up bikes and rowing machines
to operate the lights and mics
and blenders,
but not the mud and straw pizza oven out back,
fired with cedar and mesquite
producing organic vege and goat cheese
on whole wheat crust
for a light supper,
or multigrain scones with herbal high tea,
depending on where you came from
before you found The Coop.

If you remember
the incense and hope of 1960s Head Shops,
the heady roar and multi-racing of 1920s historic stops,
then you may come to see
The Coop is a further evolution
co-founded with 2020 PolyCultural ReVision,
exclusively of and for
those who are gay and straight
and especially everyone in-between
dead and new-born friendly,
cooperatively owning and organizing allies
for renewable multigenerational futures.

The Coop coinvestors
of and for reforesting
each coop business and community
as organically WinWin county and province solidarity
for healthy game strategics
and nutritional performance
and cooperative outcome producing places
where poverty of spirit
and vulnerability of nature’s self-organizing politics
is The Coop’s greatest strength of faith,
gratitude for Earth’s multiculturally abundant
natural-spiritual nondual
healthy
grace
place
space,
faces of polypathic
Planet Earth Cooperative.

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January Light

He stood stalwart
watching western dusk
promising pink and red ribbon of light
crevice of Presence
between dual dark starless night
and vaguely outlined Earth’s end of bright
for yet another day’s journey
through spatial time,
diurnal rhyme.

Boot journeyed feet planted
centering weight and stretching spine
reaching to breach this transitional last gasp
of hope’s new day,
grasping for how this time is without precedent
yet timelessly emerging
re-submitting into unto worn-dark cosmic consciousness,
narrow gap of fading pink with blue-grey veins
networking night of sky with Earth
to close this endless day.

Where was he when this time started and closed
and before?
Standing stake-out watching Earth Day’s fading string
of time’s co-gravitational light
folding in Earth’s darkening rim
rolling toward him
across cold black twilight night
reaching toward his Elder future
staring blind toward endless time
glaring timeless blind back through him.

At last, he inhaled deaf heaven and blind Earth’s embrace
one more time
less day turning night
breathing light in and out of dreams
through lives of ages
lost to reasoned memory.

Treasonally forgetting
to say farewell
and namaste
before gently closing his back yard’s western door
with full will and warm co-arising intent
to thank morning’s dawn
for showing up
despite his lack of eco-social grace.

His dreams drench absorbing graceful face
smiling Earth’s radical revolution
with timeless eternal pace
of dusk’s red ribboned grace
warning dawn’s threshold of climatic race
toward upside-down political economies
as Heaven dressing Earth
in moon-evolving star light,
while Earth cooperates her most regeneratively sexy synthesis
through sun revolving light’s full ecoconsciousness;
all dressed up
with every ecorevolutionary place to go.

He stared this dual dressed study
until his turn to exhale once more,
while opening dawn’s eastern gathering door.

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