What to do,
to totalitarian tyranny in someone else’s home
OK, good question, I hope,
yet with ample precedent in polycultural battles
to attain harmonious balance
where we have become monopolistically lost.
What do you do,
to monocultural stimuli advancing in your own heart,
across your backyard?
When death stalks you,
declares you alien to life’s current probabilities
of rationally redeeming praxis,
when your friends recognize your karma
arcing from past memories
inviting evolution’s highly personal fragile future?
What do you do when you fear
your ego and relationships of love,
and sometimes even faint suggestion of domestic peace,
may realistically be at an unwelcome end?
I tend to ask myself,
then those around me,
profoundly wise questions:
Have I done something to tick you off?
Why this tyranny,
where is the winning function of decay,
mayhem, mercenary merciless mob
Who is winning what in this long-hot summer
of monopolistic habits, norms,
assumptions of egocentric,
rather than ecologic,
zero-sum lose-lose strategies
and principles of economics?
Who designed such chaos?
And, my answer always echoes
resoundingly back across our Eternal Transitional Moment,
this is a fool’s game we witness.”
So, whether this totalitarian monocultural weedpatch
of a socioeconomic culture is your own
or your neighbor’s
or your larger DNA/RNA-rooted and regenerative cousins
if you know them as interdependent relationships
within EcoTherapeutic Praxis
we mentor with, by, and for each Other,
continue to water your cooperative flowers
and ignore that violent weedish autocrat
suffering from too much yang,
too little yin flexibility and graceful mind
and inclusively grateful breath.
If you can’t win them back,
join them in laughter at ourselves
for being such an autistically exclusive species,
distracted by our own solar spots and days gone solo,
we forget we’re all in our mess together,
whether we aim ballistics at eco-systemic hearts,
and wallets, and purses,
When my teenagers cannot believe they need not fear me,
because my actions tell them otherwise,
according to their diverse abilities,
they laugh with me.
This laughter always surprises
I cannot retain my fear and anger,
but maybe a little suffering,
and my daughter shuns me,
and my older sons ask me what is my problem?
It helps when they remember to ask with kindness
and patience with my pain and fear
and cherished suffering.
So, why not a simple email from one head of state,
I can see you are suffering catastrophic loss
of wealth and happiness,
your nutrients are leaking,
your polycultures fade
and your monocultural trend is sharply rising,
how can we help?
Sometimes I’m in no mood to talk.
I want to hang on to my suffering,
to fully harvest its positive lessons.
Sometimes I’m in a mood
to not tolerate shunning
from Ms. Oppositional Daughter,
but my son who cannot speak,
understands no language beyond rhythm and resonance,
language as music in personal keys and chords,
when he laughs at my vast righteousness,
I melt and wilt
to join his polycultural revolution
primal assumption of mutual gratitude,
we will always laugh together
as we have throughout our incarnations.
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