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Visiting the Buddha

We were visited by a baby
yesterday.

It felt good to bow
into her glittery brown eye level,

To speak of whatever came to mind
which was mostly about her truth
and blossoming beauty

Knowing she would not judge
and would listen
patiently
as long as I might care
to continue our song
of aging story.

Her response,
to continue sleeping
or to smile
while feeling
feeding eye to eye
mutual warmth

This is what I remember
wanting most
to speak about,

To remember
on this Memorial Day

Visited not yet by a victim
of war
but by a wise innocent
for peace.

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Family Memory Daze

My family
remembered now
and in our projected
integral future,
in this eco-political body
of spirited
natural Earth,

Birthing
and dying,
regenerating
and degenerating,
easing
and diseasing,
healthy
and pathological,
good humored
and bad hearted,

Unconsciously contemplating,
co-template-recreating
cooperative memorable days
and deep matriotic nights.

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Earth Memory Day

Ego forms into a spoke
person’s vocation
As eco-political wisdom
flowers form a wheel.

Ego
is to left brain universal dominance
as unitarian eco-habitat
is to elder right hemisphere prominence.

Ego
is to internal wealth
as cooperative Economics
is to external health.

Ego
healthy roots
from resonant compassion,
co-enlightenment;
EcoSystems
wealthy flower
in resilient communion,
co-empowerment.

Ego
is to power of day
as Eco
is to moonlight’s
fluid night.

Ego
is to patriarchal Yang
as Eco
is to womanist Yin.

Ego
is to competitive,
yet integral, Truths
as Eco
is to cooperative Beauty.

Ego
is to dance
as Eco
is to music.

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BirdSong Memorial

What is your earliest memory
of sacred birdsong voices?

How is this memory
the same and different than
your internal intimate Sacred EarthMother’s Song?

Of sacred gospel and secular gossip
differentiating WinWin GoodNews
from WinLose we could go either way
more discerning and hesitant strains,
and LoseLose siren screeches,
slaps,
rapes,
domestic tensions,
secular depressions
diminishing keys of synaptic revolutionary anthems
against all WinWin possible sacred resolutions.

Gospel prayers to restore well-sung justice
over LeftBrain Yang v. Yin
punishing suppression
polyphonic of sustained successful YangEgo Voices
without YinCoOperative EcoHarmonic
healthy-wealth birdsong harmonic memories

External WinWin dissonantly seeded voices
of internal LoseLose spirits matriarchal–
YangLeft cawing and nest-stealing
against inside Yin SacredVoices for Integrity
internally harmonic

Ego YangBird pathological
through ecotherapeutic nested health-wealth climates
notnot pathological within
as yin-squared light
without within

Without raising your hand
to ask
if I can ask
your family and neighbors
an unraised hand question
about my birdsong memories.

Especially when RightBrain repressed
and matriotically suppressed
love of green sacred patriotic ecology,
and depressed LeftBrain toxic WinLose,
Either Right divine light
or LeftistWrong adolescent
WinLose speaking and listening
only in inside self-nuclear family
WinLose EitherOr fundamentalistic voices,
not recalling outside WinWin sacred birdsong
boundary experiences
or even dramatically unable to insert comparisons
within birdsong restorative remini-senses.

Now and then,
or even each religious morning and each enculturing evening,
we might healthier cooperative remember
integrating gospel songs with outdoor birdflight WinWin anthems
best sung by strange birds
in the loser back cages
of our ecoschool classrooms,
still bicamerally trying to fit WinWin birdsong in
as anti-LoseLose
ego/eco restoring polyphonic justice

Singing inside grace
green-gospel integrity
of sacred matriarchal birdsong wombs
in and outside school-based cages.

Remembering our WinWin past flight freedoms
reweaving our WinLose co-present
not really deep learning predicament
resiliently absorbing our LoseLose pathological futures
without remembering to water
our WinWin DNA with RNA past forest flight memories,
sacred paradise
born of reforesting MotherTree
Root WinEgo/WinEco natureYang with spiritYin
WinWin
restoration of birdsong’s healing justice

Ego co-arising
eco co-gravitating,
breathing in left-silent birdsong
and out birdflight right again.

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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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Memorial Wonder

Today we honor those who paid our price of violence
to protect us from each other’s monocultural excesses,
we remember deep respect for those who have done their best
when this was too often not sufficient
to return to a sustainably healthy life together
in their own families, prior loves now wilted.

We recognize and would redeem
returns to less peace
found in Business As Usual social reimmersion.

We wonder with their own feelings and thoughts,
reverberating through second generations of domestic stress,
about political seductive and reductive economic values
within normal human enterprise.

How and when war and terror might re-erupt
this premonitional memorial silence.

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Pond Memories

I remember, back before puberty,

and all concomitant complexities,

visiting the pond behind our barn,

to watch the water spiders.

 

I wondered what it would be like to live on thin transparent skin

between two equally visible universes,

one below, and one above.

Below,

life would be somewhat darker

but unlike soil.

I would look down into a flowing water space,

watching other little pond insects and amoebas, and lichen,

and occasional predator fish or water snake,

or frog.

Above,

I could look up to see flying insects,

and grass forests,

rocks above, as below,

but dry, lighter, easier to maneuver,

to stick to,

to remember.

Again, the occasional predator,

like birds and again those pesky frogs

who also tend to live near life’s bicameral surface.

 

Yet, in a way, this surface,

Boundary Universe skin between two universes,

Prime Relationship limned barrier between air and water universes

has its own specific universal traits,

responding to both air and water flow,

sometimes confluently,

sometimes dissonantly.

My own spidery journey along that surface,

looking in and looking up,

is quite different than looking out,

forward,

with confusion as I lose capacity to see down and up

while looking toward my future.

 

So, my water spider grows three eyes.

Only eco-centric eye looks directly toward my future,

interpreting Prime Relationship between my right eye,

looking within the water below,

and inside,

while my left eye,

looking up and out,

seeks to understand

what this huge mammal,

a red headed kid,

is doing with our day.

 

 

 

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