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Let Us Speak Clearly Together

Let me speak clearly with you
dear religious and atheist Trumpians,

A fool in executive office
is a leader
only in foolish directions.

A rich thief
is the worst thief
as survival motives
are absent,
so self-thrival motives
remain piratically rampant.

An intellectual prostitute
to feel-good politics
is an ecopolitical whore,
competing for economic gain
after self-deluding blinders to ego’s mortality
are in place,
no healthier options for right livelihood
are currently in RealTime fake-space.

Perpetual reinvestment
in racing automated death machines
is not investment in peace.

Health is not purchased
by selling out your habitat’s
most nutritionally valuable assets.

Economic policy
at the bought-and-paid-for bidding
of bottom-line moneytaker corporations
is WinOrLose Evolutionary Political Science
reduced to its most cynical
monoculturing market value;
A political prostitution of mindbodies,
as are smoke-filling climate pathology backrooms
that call LoseInvestment To LoseInfestment
anti-ecological economic degenerative denialism
as if patriotic “manifest sacred EmpireBuilding destiny.”

Cowardice and mendacity
reduce healthcare giving and receiving optimization values
in bad religious or atheistic faith
believing this denialist-nihilist direction
is HellFire retributive EarthJustice inevitable.

While refusing to notice
this inevitability
assumes cowards
invest in supremacist assumptions
about small ego-centric
anthro-centric
manifest destiny,

Whether manifest by sacred scripture
or patriarchal WesternWhite Supremacists,
fools and prostitutes
thwarting internal capacities
to read with RightBrain Hearts,
threatened most by your own violent absence
of integrity.

Mendacity against Earth’s multiculturing Peace,
against restoring economically cooperative justice,
and calling out against sacred co-redemption
for all species
still trying to breathe our best
therapies without trauma.

I believe issues of monoculturing ego-identity
mostly suffer from not being polyculturally envisioned enough.

Healthy PeaceCircle PermaCultural Design
co-mentors thought
and notice
and co-witnessing without
LeftBrain dominant preoccupations
and addiction
to violent machines of death
fueled by releasing toxins
into Sacred MotherEarth’s breath,
and metaphysically sacred womb.

I believe colonization
retributively pre-judges
and condemns,
represses
suppresses
depresses
overly impresses colonizer missionary zeal
against FirstNation and aboriginal forms and functions
of restorative justice principles shared
sacred reconciliatory nature-spirituality,
as if reconciliation cooperative economics
and Win-Win politics
were not also formed and functioned
as sacred grace
of God’s PolyCulturing EarthLove.

PermaCulturing ReStorational Design
provides a conceptual Win-Win framework
to ecologically affirm,
creolize,
Left-Right Brain synergize,
bilaterally co-legitimate
what remains good
and democratically healthy
still optimizes sacred ecological wealth
at today’s leading edge
of postmillennial restoring
permaculture design peace circles,
extended cooperative family
group Win-Win co-redemption conferences,
adaptations
evolutions
revolutions
predicting great transitional climate ecojustice
familiar sacred vocations to and with all species
as our DNA-RNA Solidarity
Traditional EcoPolitical
PlanetExtinction Survival Way,

CoOperatively owned
and co-invested
and co-redemptive
Win-Win Whole MultiCulturing Group co-managed.

I believe transitional ecojustice
both follows pathology and precedes growing health,
large scale nutritional Left-Right ego-eco dominant conflicts
andLeftBrain dominant anthro-centric overshoot
of balancing Western dualistic SacredWords of Grace
with Eastern nondualist
bilateral and polypathic
Gaian-Principled Karma.

Our global vocation
is to end our addiction to
“dire machines
that run by burning
the world’s body
and its breath.”
(Wendell Berry)

But, more happily,
we are also EarthTribes
of and for Restorative PermaCultural EcoJustice
Design and Therapy
growing polycultural economics of slow health growth
rooted in Traditional cooperative Win-Win thrift,
taking care of health and peace for all Earth’s creatures,
not so much the anti-integrity
reductive Win-Lose theft
from our own Future’s
most likely vulnerable losers,
children with cooperative gifts
for matriotic peace wombs-to-rebirthing circles
and not so much mere mendaciously patriarchally-owned
ballistic death machinations
toward Lose-Lose enslavement
to further retributively dominant injustice
and criminalizing war-mongering,

Steering clear of anti-ecological waste
and ruin
and anti-intellectual copouts;
Especially those choosing between LeftBrain reason
and RightBrain sacred inductive mystery,

between restorative ecopolitics
and sacred ecology,

As if the God of LeftBrain Space
is not also the GaiaGoddess of BiLateral RightBrain Timeless-Time,
together having created
double-binding distinctions
with only a nondual-dark Zero-Soul absence of difference
between where we have come from permaculturally
and where we originally intended to go
polyculturally polypathic
polynomially balanced

+ = (-,-) DoubleFractal/Octave Harmonic

(0)Sum InfiniteEgo-EcoLogical Tao of Balance

YangRestorative Grace as WinWin CoRedemptive Karma.

Le us speak clearly with you,
dear colonizing missionaries,
behaving atheistically,
US ProTrumpians,
our radical religious RightWing MonoCulturing YangBrights
have never survived climates of revolutionary crisis
yet continue LeftBrain dominant Wrong

DualDark Chaotic (0)Sum

Absence of ReStorative Health-Wealth
Left-Right CoErective Consciousness.

 

This piece is rhetorically inspired by Wendell Berry’s “Another Turn of the Crank”. The geometrics are more Bucky Fullerian.

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Voting Booth Conversation

My African-American
young adolescent daughter,
since she was age five
needing a therapeutic home and family,
with Oppositional Disorder
and deviantly diverse neural-cognitive communication patterns,
would have voted for Donald Trump if she could.

In large part,
I suspect and fear,
because she is obsessively attracted
to what and whom she knows is bad for her.

Bad medicine.
Toxic sights and sounds and feelings.
Poisons for all sensory receptors,
Mutually oppositional reiterative disorder
perpetually trading barbs of blame and shame,
games she so loves to hate to play,
with tendencies toward bipolar disarray.

Why does she seem to prefer older
straight
blond boys?
Probably because she identifies herself as a younger
brown-skinned
curly-headed
(in several ways and means)
princess-diva-girl.

Anyway,
she helped me vote for our town’s Mayor,
and School Board,
and Propositions about borrowing money
to pay it back later
out of her real-estate and business tax investments.

What she thought would be more interesting investments
for her future,
rather than bridges,
and firetrucks,
and improved highways,
she thought more gardens would be nicer,
and more nutritional in the long run.

As for Mayor,
she told me to vote for “Donald.”

Well, honey,
bad news.
None of these candidates is a Donald.

I didn’t say Donald
I said vote for Dora.
(Did I mention her speech therapy,
and lack thereof?)

(Did I mention I’m deaf as a post
and old enough to be her Great Gay Grandfather?)
Honey,
I don’t think writing in “Dora”
would be a good idea
because she’s not one of the choices here.

Well,
just don’t vote for Donald Trump again.

Never mind about the “again,”
as if I ever had,
or would,
But,
what came between you and your love for Donald?

He is against my mental health
and my mental health right
to live in a good community
without fear of automatic
or even not-automatic
gunfire.

You’ve been reading my blog again
haven’t you?

No!
Why would I read anyone
not smart enough to write in Dora for Mayor?

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Healing Sciences and Sacred Arts

The Golden Rule,
like Permaculture Design,
teaches we all deserve
the restorative grace we need,
whether victim or predator of innocence
as we can each empathize
with those harmed
and with egocentric predators;
both written across our own
therapeutic live
and pathology of evil
potentiating hearts.

Cosmology
dwells within sacred ecological wisdom.
Experience of our internal-external relationships Universe
where forms of together Here
grace functions of therapeutic Now,
filling each loving and lovely heart and mind
and body with ethical sensory capacities
to restoratively engage both our secular Left deductive
and SacredRight inductive mind
and hearts with cooperative bicameral consciousness
of dissonance within this Universe of conscious confluence.

Religious history
invites us to release
fake-evangelical fundamentals
choosing monoculturing rather than polyculturing goals
among available anthro-centric dualistic choices
not benignly written evenly across our own Left-Right sacred health
optimization of internal-external ecopolitics
through cooperative co-redemptive development
of God’s egalitarian Grace,
of restorative internal justice as also ecosystemic peace
for and within all SacredEarth.

Universal Beauty and Truth and Trust
live within spectral senses.
Ugly and Deceit and Hate
turn nonsenses toward anti-senses
of each sacred ecological beholder.

What science separates to investigate,
solidarity of art with integrating artist,
Creation with Creator and ReCreators,
restores balancing nondual integrity together,
co-arising deeper and wider emergence

Beauty balancing Earth’s sacred interdependent morality
with LeftBrain Truths and Trusts
of health as Win-Win designed
and planned
and cooperatively implemented creolization
of feeling and thought and language,
and pathology of suboptimizing Win-lose,
and anti-health as predative colonizing Lose-Lose,
scientifically accessible
for further exploration
of creolizing polypathic artistic solidarity
with interdependent ethics gracing personal-political aesthetics
of humane-divine Universals,
Zero-Sum
Win-Win
co-arising
primal relationship
of scientific integrity
with further aesthetic Beauty potential

Double-binding charm,
elegance of solidarity
as unitive balance
without settling for static uniformity
of thought
and feeling
and culture
and language.

Our Polycultural Golden Rule,
like Permaculture Design
and Restorative Arts and Sciences
teach us we all deserve
the co-arising Grace we need.

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When Time Went Live

Neurology asks
How does our bicameral brain
and bilateral neural-system work,
both positive and negative?

Meanwhile, form greets function.
Psychology asks
What can minds with bodies tell us
about who we were,
who we are,
and those whom we might become,
and prefer not to become?
Because to do so would be even more pathological;
negative psychology
is pathological psychology.

But,
both neurology and psychology
assume this same radically fundamental spectrum
of regenerative health
through degenerative pathology
of physical and metaphysical climates
for landscapes
internal and external,
positively cooperative
on through too competitively dissonant.

Ultimately,
neurological psychology
reweaves how our healthy ego-systems work
sometimes optimally,
too often minimally,
toward whom and what
and when and where
and even why
we would most regeneratively become
together.

On time saw live, sacred;
no emit was evil, desecration;
neurologically anti-healthy negative psychology.

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Waking Up Despair

Waking up to despair,
sadness,
bone-tired at war with a beeping alarm clock,
an alarming list of immediately urgent responsibilities
without an opportunity in sight,
or at least not this first despairing fright,
at end of night.

If this sounds familiar
as at least your normal Monday through Friday,
you probably need a better way toward bed
the night before.

Most likely, earlier.

But also,
even for many with mindfulness practices,
disciplines
with their own short and long-term rewards
for both natural and spiritual health,
remembering gratitude
is our interior face
of grace’s exterior face,
or karma’s exterior influences,
or love’s potential winners winning
full circle in theory,
yet too anemic during this dreaded alarm clock time.

If yours is solely a morning contemplative practice,
after you wave the kids off to school,
after the gym or the run,
after the personal hygiene,
it is already too late
to optimize your opportunity
to wake up with least claustrophobic despair
and most expansive hope
building toward faith
that this day just might be even better
than yesterday,
as utterly remarkable as yesterday appeared
as you were mindfully drifting off to sleep
perhaps even before greeting GrandMother Moon’s
new through full repeat performances.

She’ll be here all week,
visible and sometimes invisible,
guarding your restorative rights and responsibilities
toward regenerating tomorrow’s realistic gratitude
for renewed opportunities
to brush your teeth,
and greet each child and significant other,
to notice if these wake with a smile
toward this day,
or with a scowl
for lack of sleep
or a good dream interrupted,
and recognizing how this is two ways
of saying one important not yet thing
which can build toward despair,
and further lack of more therapeutic dreams.

It is an important personal and also political choice
to prepare for sleep
repairing for tomorrow’s grace
or in dread against our memories of grace’s lack,
apparent absence,
persistently stuck issues
too overwhelming to think or feel our way out of,
through,
beyond.

These are important items for evening contemplation too.
But, when I am making my lists,
I start with minuses,
drift off counting my appositional pluses.
They are both there
within us
if we can choose restorative faith
after our lights turn out.

In this sense
we can choose our karma,
our awareness of positive and negative grace.
Love’s tones of restorative therapy
and retributive punishment,
if not yet quite overwhelming gratitude,
also not awakening to further despair
from chronic days of self with other abuse and neglect.

I continue having a dream
that the night everyone in military-industrialized cultures
drifts off feeling graced with opportunities
to become and do every cooperative thing we can
to guarantee Earth’s future of healthy exterior climates,
that is the night before our first morning
arising together
without overwhelming internal competing despairs.

Faith that this restorative therapeutic day
could unfold no less grand
than this dream we shared
our polypathic
demilitarizing
dis-industrializing
less exhausting night before.

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Saturday Night

It’s another Saturday night
ending this week
as started
alone again.

I came here
almost two years ago
to my retirement hermitage
but oddly,
and often uncomfortably,
shared with my hurt kids,
mental and physical illness
adopted and then adapted;
an asylum for the perpetually incontinent.

Cars pass by.
Sometimes a loud motorcycle
or two or three or four
or even more
here on the southern boundary
of a county seat
in a State
where rural counties
have been disenfranchised
of political purpose.

Our largest employers
are two tribally owned casinos.
One across the Thames River
flowing past our backyard retreat.

Our second largest income producer
may be the County Courthouse
where attorneys and police
collude to extort voluntary donations
from poor young adults
red and yellow,
black and white,
guilty of speeding
and texting
and smoking medicine
without a license
in Great White Father’s sight.

I have been listening and watching
for what this half acre is.
We are not as rural as I had hoped,
with State highway 12 too near my front yard,
but this place is also not urban
or suburban.

What it is not,
whom we are not,
seems more clearly articulated
than any positive definition,
refining our becoming quiet place,
alone together,
shunned by healthier neighbors.

It’s another lonely ending
anticipating yet another not new beginning
tomorrows stretching out alone
long retiring shadows
on this southern edge
of a Connecticut County Seat
without apparent purpose
or co-defining meaning.

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Inside Outdoor Voices

Just as honesty plants seeds of integrity
so too
vulnerability plants seeds of honesty.

My primary vocation
in this my gay grandfatherly retiring age
is to parent mindbody challenged adolescents
of diverse colors
as ecotherapeutically as possible
to optimize their and our wealth
of health,
growing nutritional elements and moments
into humanely co-operative organisms
with good days
more than bad.

More or less like watering the flowers
and ignoring the weeds,
or, better yet,
repurposing the weeds,
redirecting their potential energy
in a more nutritiously nurturing way.

My kids not only are vulnerable,
they know they are vulnerable,
and this tends to make them exceedingly honest
with themselves
with me
with each other
about what is funny and what is tragedy.

They are easy to parent
in this way.
Yet this same vulnerability
is their greatest risk
in a too often competitive,
and mindless of other’s special needs,
world.

We communicate connected to the feeling level,
even while learning the ABCs,
the 1 through 100 percents of good and bad numbers
and proportions and balance and symmetry,
the drawing of self-portraits,
homes,
Earth and Her Sun.

Often these inside feeling voices
do not feel well enough to care about the ABC’s,
or even the needs of those we need to love
and to love us,
to be as lovely with as possible.
Inside feeling voices
become loud and angry and hurt outside voices.

I noticed this the other day
when old family friends dropped by.
Not quite as old as I
and therefore much less retired
from life’s exterior competitions.

When we had time to visit several times per week,
we often began together
checking in about how our inside voices were feeling today,
happy or sad,
depressed or triumphant,
and usually some more richly nuanced place between.

Then we would turn to our big outdoor voices.
What we were working and playing on and with
in our back and front and side-yards,
the gardens and woodlands of our productive nutritional lives,
how the pets and pests
and domestic egg-layers were feeling,
and why
and why not.

These two voices generally resonated with each other.
What we were working on with Outdoor Voices
said something about nutrition and health we were working on
as individuals
as a family
with our Inside Voices,
and vice versa.

Only then,
if there was nothing else to do,
no further outdoor recreations
and discernment projects,
would we return to more
yet less intimate and vulnerable
Indoor Voices.
Work and play projects in perpetual interior process.
The noticing of more ornamental acquisitions
like ceiling and wall and floor coverings,
safer boundaries
about what we could see together
through all those more interior feelings
and thoughts about relationships,
past and future and present interactions,
transactions of value and disvalue,
warmth and cooler apathy.

I remembered this yesterday
when old friends,
no longer neighbors, revisited
and we began with new floor and ceiling coverings
and ended with farewell.
They arrive so late
it is already past time to be back home
to get ready for another Indoor Voices
monotonous
monoculturing day.

Which, this morning,
results in feeling blessed
to be here in this time and place
to listen and speak at our leisure
with my vulnerable no-boundary kids,
outrageously honest about their nutritional needs
and wants,
speaking with full volume integrity
in both Inside Outdoor Voices,
health
meets and greets and eventually defeats
pathology,
through honest integrity
of repurposing redirection,
feeding the flowers
and noticing how funny the weedy Outdoor Voices
sound indoors
feeling our way through the ABCs
and the 1 through 100% flowering days
and mean weedy nights.

I’m surprised and disappointed
my former neighbors didn’t notice all the new fruit trees
and berry bushes
poppies and lilies
strawberries and tomatoes
onions and garlic
asparagus and rhubarb,
and 17 new solar panels on the roof!

My kids could care less
and probably never more
what our old friends did
and did not
notice,
other than their own Voices
vulnerably maturing into integrity,
I hope.

Still,
I’m glad they noticed,
because the liked,
the new floor and ceiling covers.

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