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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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Turning Tides

She usually hears with her lungs.
He typically sees with his heart.

Until these two learn to take turns,
inhaling
then exhaling,
pumping in
then pumping out
primal ZeroSum communion,

She heard through ancient surfing memories.
He saw through future red and blue blood anticipations

Multiculturally redeveloping strength,
Polypathically relearning flow

Right with Left
East with West
SouthDorsal with NorthVentral
bipolar with dipolar
co-arising through co-gravitating
bicameral
bivegal
bilateral
wandering binomials,
polypathic left natural hearts
recapitalizing polyphonic right spirited lungs

Dancing EarthLife rhythms;
Singing HealthVoiced harmonics.

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Shit Stinks

I find a great deal to learn
from Republican
Supremacist
Nationalistic
Nihilistic Evangelical Rapture
about how to lose eco-political sanity
and lose ecological health.

It feels important to remember
and respect
basic nutritional facts
of public health through reinvestment
and global climate pathology through extraction
apartheid
blame and shame:

Sh*t stinks.

We civilized Western straight white people
worry about this so much
we dump our waste into our water,
intentionally polluting and sacrificing generic purity,
rather than planting it in our soil,
where healthy scat can grow robust
resilient public and private nutritional green wealth.

Of course poop stinks
or it smells of developing resonant possibilities
for healing polluted
stagnant
depressed
economies;
Fragrance of probabilities
for redeeming corrupted political dissociations,

Sentient scents for a truly multicultural
salvific
robust
resonant
resilient sacred theology
advocating up and down spaces
in and out time
for natural ecology.

Of course your body waste stinks
of outside wealth-nurturing memories.

But, does it smell healthy,
or too red meat-eater
predative RightWing
toilet twittering
rapaciously OtherUnWise eco-politics?

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When I Was Eight

I owned a warm breezed first Spring day
in radiantly refulgent sun
between billowed cumulative clouds
white as sailing sheets
on our vibrating
shaking and tugging cotton clothesline
swaying multi-colored tops
and sun bleached blue jean bottoms.

Like God,
I looked curiously
benignly
warmly down

As industrious ants
with apparently urgent missions
I would never learn how to assign
chewed and sniffed their singular ways
through a forest of shading grass
over dappled shadow soil

Vibrant blades of pointed grass
as tall as trees to ambitious worker ants
sometimes militaristic
but now peacefully recovering
discovering thawed warm roots
of cooperative deep dark Earth.

I could not own a wealthier Spring day
except just now,
at sixes with seven,
often remembering this polished day
and night dreamed moment
beside breeze blown white sailing ships
of sun-scent cotton state
breathing in under first fresh cut lawn
to notice how wee ants live
side-by-side
refurbishing
rubbing up against and with
warm lamped memories

Recreating paths
by imaginatively embodying them
yet again

This first-owned warm Spring breeze
of wistful
divine memory.

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Reversing Healthier Times

I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth’s regenerative history.

For some,
again less fortunate re-imagining
with some conversing,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
I hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother’s
redundant DNA nurturing womb.

But, for a few,
a time of peace
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative tension.

These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption

For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wombs
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.

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Bohm Explicates PublicHealthing

I suppose,
implicit in any explicating form of evolutioning theory-talk,
a revolutionary verbing thesis
progressively implies mindful intention
assuming ethologically growing function
deepening and/or widening what makes and feels sense,
spatial and/or temporal,
some health-explicating and/or pathology appositional implicating purpose
beneficial and/or harmful to anthropoids,
to all Earth’s living-organic Tribes,
to all Ego/EcoSystemic Earth,
to all Animus/Anima Souls,
Yang/Yin
Left/Right Earth Holonic Nature/Spirit interdependence,
optimizing therapeutic
co-investing ZeroZones explicate/implicate
for secular/sacred [nondual] HealthVocations.

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Summer Plot Development

In grade school
many of us learned about plot development
as variations on a WinLose theme–
Person v Self,
Person v Other,
Person v God/Universe/Earth/History/Evolution–

But
probably nothing about cooperative garden plot development.

Literature is replete
with manly patriarchal ubiquitous competition themes
required to hold consumer marketing interest,
and usually the writer’s own self-therapeutic
or pathologically toxic fascination interests
as well.

Yet these WinLose themes
are difficult to find in day to day organic history,
because not the primary framework
in WinWin polycultural plot development.

Western patriarchal literature flirts with
Every Wounded White Man
lived happily ever WinWin after
despite a WinLose opportunistic
and self-hypnotizing Rapture
not quite fully humane
divine White capitalistic competing Historical World.

For some LoseLose avoidance reason
WinWin polyculturing outcomes came to mind
when I outlined
my morning and evening cooperative gardening plan
for friends and extending family.

1. I recall all the 101 recent weedy moments
when I reflected,
inflicted,
deflected grief
and loss
and shame
and blame
and WinLose repression
suppression
oppression, etc.
On my Person v Self
and my EgoPerson v EcoOther
and my Person v OpenEarth Organic WinWin Systems,
and my Yang Autonomous Person v Yin-Matriarchal
CreatorGaia
EarthMotherLand
and WombingSeas
and Warm through Colder Seasons
of my business as competing usual day.

2. I do my best to think of one or two
or even three
cooperative just-right moments in between all the WinLose weeds above,
when I and We recreated WinWin,
as I fed and watered no Loser victims,
including myself.

3. I declare and explore
partial not notWinning success.

4. I celebrate my potential sacred opportunities
for more
and stronger
and healthier flowing
WinWin tomorrows
as a secular PositivEnergy Person
within a confluent EgoSelf,
as a sacred vocational identity
with a future for
and a past of
WinWin resilient EarthTribe Others,
as a HealthingEgo
within Sacred WinWin ecological His/Her-CreationStory.

5. AND,
I spring and summer evening ignore LeftBrain
transposition tensions,
analogical words for RightBrain potential ecological integrity
AND WonderWander my LeftBrain Ego
and Awe Zero-sum my RightBrain CoPresent
sacred ecological extended family
SacredOther recreating re-memories

Reweaving my best WinWins
getting down,
even sexy
organic garden stalking
and eating time
nutritionally co-invested.

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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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Hyperactive Couples Counseling

My early 20s Eldest Black Lives Matter Son
wears his disabling ADHD label uncomfortably,
impatiently,
like a possibly self-redeeming crown
but with unfortunate MessiahComplex thorns
as the Great WhiteMan’s sacrificial lamb.

His First, and hopefully last, Girl
is an ADHD Latina,
with sparkling bipolar tendencies
for access to dipolar transparencies,
detaching irony of anger’s foolishness,
re-connecting LeftBrain’s rapid fire language choices
voicing Mute Elder RightBrain’s
wise matriarchal slow-grown intent,
EarthMothers of PostMillennialism Unite!

Let this EgoEco-PatriarchalMatriarchal Cooperative Revolution
begin with me!

Neither my Eldest
nor his First Girl
live
or speak
or always smell,
much less feel
or taste
deeply within sacred ElderWisdom ecological streams
of consciousness.

I suppose this is because
they lack mature WinWin curiosity,
nor retain much dwindling hope,
about how to co-arise
ego-nurturing investments and divestments
rebuilding Earth’s ecological ParadiseLost.

Their bedtime stories
lacked egologic of best-invested interests and dreams
embedded in eco-mythos of RightBrain sacred nutrition
feeding on timeless wealthy EarthMother love,
shared wonder,
bilateral ego-eco consciousness.

Love,
including, of course,
this ADHD dipolar active ride
within divine slow-gracing AnimaMundi
bodies with minds,
external skins and sensory experiences
with internal feelings and memories
and storage
and reweaving
and unraveling functions
and dysfunctions.

Loving body natures and mind spirits,
conjoining cooperatives
between healthy mindbodies and wealthy spacetimes
bilaterally co-investing
in future WinWin health
through avoiding past overYanged pathologies.

Each timeless, yet hyperactive, NOW relationship,
seeking Sacred Ecological balance,
equivalency,
symmetry.

Secular EgoYang
conscious-deficited self with other hyperactive
GoldenRule co-optimizers,
investing in ever deeper sacred WinWin Games,
ecological cooperative co-investors
in healthing wealthy restorative purposes
with deep sacred meanings,
sacred wonder as One Ancient EarthTribe.

Deficits in non-violent behaviors
rooted in non-violent communications,
rooted in non-violent sacred integrity of EarthSoul,
HolySpirit Consciousness
rooted in non-violent language and icons
and scripted regenerative harmonies,
rooted in non-violent SacredElder Ecological Behavioral Choices,
nutritional root system mentored
more than taught,
much more than punishingly preached against,
listening for Elder RightBrain
more than over-investing in LeftBrain talk
that does not yet hope to walk.

A deeply sacred ecological problem
for would-be hyperactive lovers,
co-diastatic nurturers,
is looking to an isolated supremacist LeftBrain
to articulate a mature rational response
to Who Are You?
while it is Elder RightBrain
integrating memories
with feelings
of Why Are We?

Why are we healthy democratic
more than pathological plutocratic?

Why are we Yang LeftBrain dominant
when we love Left-Right spiraling fractal-octaves
of multicoloring cultural resonance more gracefully?

Why are we Left-Right WinWin united
double-bound in attachment to cooperative confluence
without requiring uniformity,
so much more free,
conservationally liberated,
fundamentally radical hyperactive creolizing revolutionaries?

Why are hyperactive revolutionaries of love
without cognitive-affective anti-ecological
secularizing
and colonizing
and buying and selling Business As WinLose Usual,
lock-step marching toward pathological climates
of growing dissonance
dismay
depression
suppression?

It seems therapeutic,
in a more restorative healing sort of way,
rather than a retributive terrorizing anti-trust display
between LeftYang hyperactively loving RightYin
kind of slow-blues sway,
swagging reiterating voices back and forth
across generations of time past and future,

Like a front porch squeaking swing
under a slow-growing Starlit Night
of sacred awesome wonder
where we have come from
twinkling back toward us
and where we are heading
in this next millennium of Paradise Found
swinging forward
written in DNA-RNA scriptures,
ego-eco flowing
through nutritional veins and arteries,
back and forth,
in and out,
away from
and toward reweaving bicamerally fueled surfing
educational echoes
of stardust ecstasies.

Swaying through EgoEcoLogical hyperactive restorations
in urgent, yet silent, search
for FullMoon Mythic Dreams

Creation Stories
without anti-ecological RightBrain revolting nightmares
silently shrieking
shrinking
yet still diastatic-seeking AnimaMundi,
HolySpirit,
EarthSoul
Gaian Matriarchal Cooperatives.

Breathers in and out
of Holy Cooperative Spirit
without fear of dualdark monochromatic chaos.

Sacred ecological ReStoration Story Tellers
begin with extended-family cooperative dawn of Earth,
graced by Sun,
multiculturally RightBrain worshiping Holonic Regenerative Spirit,
uncovering fractal wonders of timeless octaves
LightHarmonic

LeftBrain sacred ecological
as Gaian Hypothesis
notnot Anti-WinWin Zeroism=Taoism

Polypathically resonant with Holy patriarchal-matriarchal ZenSpirit,
AnimaMundi, both Empty and Interdependent creolizing ambivalent,
Earth’s WinWin Zero-bilateral TaoSoul,

Deeply sacred bilateral WonderSoul,
sometimes LeftBrain attention deficited
to enhance RightBrain SacredElder hyperactivity,
belonging within cooperative consciousness,
both EgoLeft with EcoRight
co-balancing sacred climates,

Within
as without,
below
as above,
deductive
as inductive,
secularWin
as SacredWin,
natureWin
as spiritWin.
HealthWin
as CoInvesting WealthWin.

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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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