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Barney’s Realignment Song

As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.

I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn’t realign my four B’s,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt,
these four aligned
good government.

If you do
then I will tool

It is part of a spiraling dream
as I awake each skeptically reciprocating morning
remembering EarthTribe
no longer the same population
living within this remedial song
as when I went to bed
last lonely night.

A few of us have died.
A few have been new born.

And so it goes each morning
since I was that new born
win/win aligned
overwhelmed by all disconcerted Four-B wisdom
of older embodied dreams
awakening each dawn
to discover a few more have joined our Tribe,
coming along behind,
and a few more ahead
are now beyond any further potential
for re-aligning compassionate leadership
or even long-lived reciprocal hums
of silent fractal-B listening.

So I will go that last night
now leading those who listen
for swelling populations of EarthTribe Crystal-B
DNA voices
greeting each new born pioneer
conjoining us for this Earth retraining
turning
journey,

Vocation for wiser co-aligning Elders
as just normal aptic naptime for others
now win/win begun
for whom we join our minds as one
in
and with
and for
and of peacefilling gratitude.

I wonder
as I gaze toward gathering light
if our purist unity as EarthTribe
is only RightBrain known and felt in dreams
where insects and reptiles and mammals
like beans and corn and squash
like soil and water and climate
all process more nurturingly alike than separate,
more interdependently than empty of relationship,
without distinctions arising sexism,
without differences co-arising racism,
without asseverated appositions causing self-righteous violence
against Great Alien Unknowns
of past and future lives,
unless we also know these as unruly nightmares
begging to restore mercy
and thereby less necessity for harsh justice,
refueling patriarchal vengeance is ours!

As I feel for my glasses,
EarthTribe slowly shape-shifts repopulation
between each daily-nightly evolving frame
roundly rolling along spacetime’s polypathic avenues
becoming not exactly who we were
together yesterday,
as we have insufficient time
to quite grasp us all so much
in one timeless time,
just as, in RealTime
unlike Common UnLanguaged DreamTime,
we cannot quite get back
to (0)Sum original win/win reciprocal habitat
of spacetime’s full-blown climaxing revolution;
Still humbly home, disappointed yet again
in this Here
and already too past Now,

But,
maybe tomorrow night
this resonant resolution
may yet come to last
for tomorrow’s recast
EarthTribe poly-protagonist win winners
yet perpetually interdependent witnessing losers,
frighteningly and autonomously mortal

Underdogs,
both preferred unaligned bulldogs
and b-word misaligned maligned identities
of antagonizing eco-injustice dreams,
where Paradise Lost
looks more same than different
throughout today’s reborn
post-creolizing,
millennializing,
degenerating still

Through this timeless multi-speciating dream,
more double-binding darkish dawn
than simplistic ZeroSum win/lose,
either degeneration or regeneration,
for no one wakes up tomorrow entirely alone
and not to recreate gratitude for dawn’s newborn delight
in Four-B ego- and eco-alignments
more intersectionally flying together
than degeneratively and egotistically coming apart.

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Hate-Love Relationship

Where we embrace love,
Grief is as strong as death;
love lost.

Where we are afflicted with hate,
Gratitude is as strong as death;
loss wished for.

Grief rages against loss,
Yet gratitude lost
can become violently angered,
terrorist frightened
of present and future
as past’s reincarnate vulnerable pain.

Grief begins
felt in solitary vulnerability.
Gratitude eventually heals
through transparently shared solidarity.

Love is as strong as
mortality’s vulnerable weakness.
No more,
no less,
as these merge into one healing face
of gratitude for co-relational gain
more than mere absence of pain.

Habitual love,
Earth-inhabiting resonant life,
Eco-regenerativity
as strong as
Ego-relationality.

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Invoking Unfinished GodEssences

My autonomous ego’s life
feels unfinishable,
unthinkably mortal in future disconnection;
an unfinished compassion life,
unfinishable love,
an unpolished divine icon
of Earth’s self-promulgating creation,
recreation
becoming more articulately interdependent folks,
intersectional resacralizing populations,
self and other co-empowering creolization processors,
ego/eco-transubstantiating
north-western left hemisphere’s historic win/lose secularization.

Meanwhile,
our Gaian EarthMothers,
south past and eastern-future angelically co-present
Great Transition Troubadours
forever deepening sacred icons,
intersectional emissaries,
polypathic and polyphonic,
sacred MotherEarth becoming metaphorically global webbed,
rewoven away from left-hemisphere fashioned dualisms
of secularizing sacred both/and unity,
humanizing divine communion,
every day sanctuaried love-life,

Where pathological egocentric death
reconnects with healthy long-term compassionate communication
co-empathic communal deep listening
to learn nondualistic grief/gratitude re-education trends
bilaterally co-arising
unfinished articulation
still dynamically emanating
from unfinishable life
within Mother/Father EarthTribal His/HerStory.

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Ego Ecstasy

I wonder
in powerful awe

If I can see
as well as hear
a timeless difference
between ill-timed ego-annihilation
and health-trained ego-fragmentation
into awed synergetic complex wonder,
chaotic eco-ecstasy.

If I can hear
as well as see
full-timed integrity
so dense
robust
resilient
I am optimally fulfilled
by cooperatively silent celebrity.

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Inconvenient Lives

Self confident
I would feel inconvenient
to be dead,

Yet relieved in freedom
from trimming toe
and finger nails
and receding hair
advancing down wrinkling neck
and softing shoulders.

Although not confident
I could grow
satisfied with fictional fame,
self-grandiosing glory,
I remain curious
how timelessly satisfying might emerge
historically famous fictions,
glories of grandly granted otherwise.

Confiding ancient secrets,
I could feel confluent
intuiting alive
resilience in freedom to survive
culture’s soft-spoken rhyming terror
flirting with authenticity
of memory’s patterned identity
and difference,
identically coincident.

Faith
masquerading hope,
Light
fading dual-dark air without
within,

True life
camouflaging trust’s pervasive love
Confident
I would feel false
to grow prematurely dead.

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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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Integrity’s Boundaries

What if we were song,
sacred litany?

What if,
What if we were dance,
gracefilled choreography?

What if we were energy,
therapeutic information?
Naked trees
joining navels
from native mother to nurture mother
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.

What if?
What if we became tireless time,
reorganizing space?
Irreplaceable climates
within humid organic history.

I am not your place
and sadly not mine
with authority to displace
or responsibility to replace.
I am not my face.

We are designed to fall apart,
even with unlikely careful wear.
So what?
No excuse to surrender
to daily worn out deaths.
Well excused to rise this day
ready for each dusk
without anticipation
for love or lust
rain or dust
win or bust.
It’s just us
wearing down the best we can.

What if,
What if we were each a song
resonating one per measure,
beating Earth’s shortest line dance?

What if we were timeless energy,
resonating freestyle consciousness?

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Belover Communication

What purpose do I choose to live;

remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?

What meaning can we find for life

that could transcend our individual absence of identity?

Original Intent uncovers love’s revolutionary invitation

into mutual belonging.

 

What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice

of mindful compassion and contentment

here and now extending forward and backward

across all times and distinctions of identity?

 

Perfect love voids anger and fear,

confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance

as difference.

 

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target

through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,

pay-it-forward redemptive

contented

balanced Id/SuperEco value,

as Yin/Yang,

as double-binding negative vortex

over positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship

of Tao.

 

Fear fades coincidentally

as love fulfills its trembling place,

grows naked without tools or weapons,

merely minds and hearts and bodies

as interdependent natural systems,

to transform our metamorphic place,

confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,

pace,

embrace,

and challenges intending long-term primal cooperation

within timeless all EcoEntity.

 

Edenic life ionically balancing ergodic recreation,

finding humor in ego’s hateful quaking,

double-binding double-negative monoculture

of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.

All Yang,

no yin,

original over-deductive sin,

omitting half our good potential,

intuitively discovered as only half-bad,

not not Original Intent

of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.

 

This prime relationship

between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart

incarnates polypathically:

invest in what you and we all love most,

to disinvest in what we fear.

Multisystemically therapeutic,

like our human DNA-live organic relationships,

swallowing backward-evil monotemporal wrong directions,

biological folding and unfolding,

as passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.

Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.

 

Actively cooperative economic design,

intent,

assumptions,

fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,

as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices

feed anger,

silos of mortal fear,

suffering,

feeding into monopolistic

monochromatic

mindless

monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,

and socioeconomic pathology.

 

Black Hole economic competition

never ends with enough for ME.

Ecological binding cooperation

never ends without sufficiency for WE,

consumers and producers,

regenerators and redeemers.

 

If we don’t fly apart first,

we might learn to fly and swim together

in full-fueled nutritionally organic markets

with permaculturally optimized design,

square rooted in full-living values

appositionally tipping,

syncing,

swaying and dancing,

smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,

WEself-identity immune pathology.

 

Within and on,

under and over,

before and after,

above and below

Midway’s  natural systemic Tao,

P=NP

as,

because,

equivalently,

coincidentally

Yang=ReverseYin.

 

Evil is to dissonant-revol…, eco-fear and echoing anger,

as live be lover;

as alien competitors

absorb ionic re-balancing mutual redeemers.

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Earth-bound Economics

All from Earth

and to Earth we all return,

back into Gaia’s composting womb.

 

I brought nothing when I came into this Identity

and neither did you.

I will leave this Identity taking nothing with me,

and so will you.

 

What meaning,

which purposes and practices,

seem most sane

healthy

graceful

noble

good,

knowing how each starts

then ends

a (0)-sum balanced economy?

We each withdraw

with lifetime boundaried precision

what we bought into at conception.

 

How does this eco-prime transaction,

double boundaried,

eclipsing short-term risks and opportunities of ego-identity,

inform my, our, karmic evolution,

ecological grace,

our mutually interwoven roots and flowers,

weeping revolutionary Earth-bound Tree of Life?

 

If each life concludes as compost,

to enrich or further poison future generations,

and usually some of both,

which grade of compost do you prefer

to sustain our EarthTribe dream?

 

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