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Competing Roads to Peace

History,
one of the Muses,
like Music,
and Poetry,
and Liturgical FireCircle Dance,
and Regenerative Design,
offers three types of fertility/bereavement stories:

Yangy War stories,
Yinnish Peace stories,
And everything in-between life and death,

Hybrids of diverse creative and degenerative tensions
struggling with and against each Other.

War stories remind us
no one is special dead.

Peace stories reweave us
Everyone is uniquely special
called and challenged
fully alive

In-between stories
restore and destroy
special meanings
for and against unanimous death
of EarthlyOther
as our co-empathic EgoSelves.

War stories sadly proliferate
like BlackFriday tragedy shopping hours
and NRA ViolenceFirst! membership cards
and automated death machines
and climate sickness
in public squares
and private circles
of remunerative capital despair.

Peace stories gladly integrate
ThanksGiving Days
toward peaceful everyday Advent
of new born communal princes and princesses
living healthy happily ever paradise after
integrity of war-torn story ends.
Sometimes we call PeaceStories
love stories.
I won’t even try to list all the bad names
we sometimes give competing WarStories,
children are probably deeply listening,

But,
They all seem to have something sinister to do
with reducing Earth’s natural fertility
to mere spiritualized manure,
toxic attitude,
definitely not centered in ultra-nonviolet gratitude
for PeaceStories
and their MultiCulturing Muses.

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NonConspiring Muses

Imagine DNA as architectural color design,
regenerative blueprint,
but written in fugue fractal songs,
no two exactly identical
except for twins.

Each species shows some shared architectural greyscale function
like staffs holding up a linear musical score
for counting eighth and sixteenth notes
in 4-dimensional realtime.

Each hue and cry species
shares it’s own seasoned key
and basic rhythmic nurturing structure
and range of song-scaled nutritional sound.

Animals sing in absorbing hues and cries of red and blue
and hibernate through ultra-violet greyscale early memories
both secular and more deeply sacred
convexly wondrous and concavely awesome
but also at risk of future terror,
WinLose cost cast as predative until mortal prey,
bully until un-organic victimized remains
dreaming in nightmare red inside
without blueprint memories of outside.

Meanwhile, smaller plants and microbes,
flora and brawny dream in green tree shade
and yellow sunlight
pushing out new deep learning roots,
sensitive to which humane divine songs
would favor and flavor us both sacred and secular beauty,
both spirit and nature true animal dynamism,

Nondual ZeroZone dynamics
of blue ahead
and red behind
green in-between
ultra-violet wisdom
of sacred secular animals,
EarthTribe cooperative lovers
reforesting economic and political health justice
both natural and spiritual,
ecological and theological
and sufficiently day/night BigNonBang
everyday DNA romantic revolutions
within dualdark polypathically logical
color-blind dream memories
in ultra-violet sound and green sight
taste and feel
unitarian smell and universally hear
windy redesigns and wintry ocean tides,
red skies dawning blueprints
for well-sung childhood songs.

Imaging DNA
designing color red
generating blueprint
for free fugue fractal songs,
no two green identical
except for dipolar newborn muses.

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Conspiring NonPerspiring Muse

I’ve heard about non-violent communication
but wasn’t deeply listening.
It didn’t seem to have much of a plot,
a lack of creative tension,
drawing my full survivalist attention.

So this is probably all wrong
that I’m not owning my conspiring dissonant feelings
and hungry needs
to eradicate conspiracy theories
that we are, and should, remain more mutual predators
playing violent ZeroZone economic
and political capital
and familial patriarchal offensive
disassociated non-communal feelings
left bereft uncharted right.

Needing to establish cognitive dissonance barriers
to fear of mutually winning intimacy,
mysterious anger about liberally inclusive love,
hellish despair about inability to control blessed creativity,
transparent absence of integrity between faith and science paradigms
yet loyalty to conserving Earth’s healthy secular opportunities
sacred commitment to all Her warm-wombed
non-violent HolySpirit communicating gospel singers
Dancers living in interdependent nutritional seasons
for birthing WinWin rapturous communication
despite pre-millennial residue
of WinLose nationalist conspiracy residuals.

On the other LeftBrain hand,
when I am a tribal parent and teacher,
mentor of domesticating animals,
a worshiper of edible and ornamental interdependently rich ecosystems,
a restoring truth speaker,
a deep beauty listener
and yet choose to still defend WinLose positions

To promulgate theological conspiracy theory views
of a disassociated
dualistic
violent voracious predator God
ruling against Earth’s intrinsic sacred Nature,
inflaming fear about health of future Earth generations
and anger about past sinful degenerations
of healthy multicultural family values,
then it is important to the health of democratic extending family trust
in non-violent democratic constitutional loyalty
authority
responsibility to and with all other organic EarthBodies
with Minds to declare peaceful revolutionary intent
to listen to
and share WinLose conspiracies
with appropriate historically re-associating humor
and predominance of Earth’s WinWin wisdom stories

Speaking and singing personal and public cooperative revolutionary experience
because we each choose to rehear history
as more of an unrealistic violent conspiracy
an UnReality NightMare ClimateShow
whispering to tell of LeftBrain dominant corruptions
rather than MotherEarth’s tribal herstory
as a Green non-violent
ultra-violet communication network
of primal ZeroZone RightBrain cultural prominence

Enchantment as more typically expressed
in a liberal non-violent loving
anti-bullying deep learning environment
typical of ultra-sound violet listening
and multicultural speaking and studying school
and homes in WinWin restorative peace
more than OldSchool retributive injustice
between WiseElder and younger voices
looking and longing for mentors in WinWin full-color singing
and dance ensemble
rather than continuing to evolve
a uniformly marching militaristic monoculture.

White evangelical
monotheistic
patriarchal churches
perspire
pushing devil-worshiping conspiracy theories.

Such theories are not just an alternative bad-faith view,
to be FirstAmendment tolerated
as rhetorically harmless fiction
disassociating projection
fueling potentially violent fake-patriotic predation.

White nationalistic competitive enterprise factories for violent fiction,
whether home or church or school,
are intentionally disassociative,
alienating,
internally dissonant,
a song repetitiously sung out of divine key

Fearing a bully predator within and behind every McCarthyan bush
except one’s own blaming and shaming fears
composed by not such truly divine conspiracy theories
to reward disassociating mortality with eternal LoseLose hell

While DNA and RNA remain more quietly amused
rebearing WinningWombs with WinningMother health-homes
born through regenerative non-violent communication recycles
repurposes
remeanings
reweavings
restorations
requirements
resilience
resonance
reiterations
wondering about cosmic WinWin feedback.

Like I said,
I’ve heard about non-violent communication
but wasn’t deeply listening.
It didn’t seem to have much of a robust plot,
a lack of creatively conspiring hypertension
pretension
co-acclimating retention
comprehension
drawing my secular yet sacred thrivalist attention.

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Song of Sorrow

“There is a sorrow on the air
I taste
but cannot name.”
Nickole Brown

We are a conspiring sour in the air,
a wonder through perspiring space and time,
I taste
but cannot name
and fear to swallow.

We work and flirt with homelessness
for extended family Earthlings,
street people
nestless birds
forestless bears
airless eagles
sightless patriots.

My health goal is not,
as is, perhaps, your wealth homing instinct,
to end homelessness
but to re-begin paradise,
to renew robustly loving global nests
breasts
breaths
deaths for natural spiritual causes.

Which invites cooperating ownership of sour smells
supporting personal and political authority
to raise responsible robust future history
real-time regenerators
playing WinWin eco/theological games

Cooperatively loving challenged smells of climate opportunity
and awesome weathered sights
of future Earthless risk
of competing homelessness
where cooperative governors dwell
within social sanctuary development
we cannot name
so fear to swallow.

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Give Me Music

“An’, as [music] blowed an’ blowed,
I often looked up at the sky
an’ assed meself the question–
what is the stars,
what is the stars?”
Juno and the Paycock
Sean O’Casey

Our sacred choir
prepares a new anthem
which, in summary, goes:

I have the deep soul blues today,
so Give Me Music.

This troubles me
because Music erupts from within,
more primal than a commodity to be delivered
upon command.

What is wrapped and presented from outside
we may hear only as voices with rhythm
and harmony
and unresolved dissonance–
but all these together
are not yet our enchanting music muse
fully investing
infesting
musing through us.

Choral inside voiced music,
resonate through all four voices,
sharing our deep-rooted muse,
blues soul longing to speak and dance
music of the stars,

To come home again
where we have always shared soul belonged
inducing peace.

Sacred choirs
do not usually demand of matriarchal Earth,
Give Me Music!

More likely we invite experience
of more resilient inside dancing muses
healing like anciently redundant starlight.

I feel angst in soulful mourning
that cannot be healed through commanding
Give Me Music
or anything else, for that matter.

But, loss does invite deeper experience of resonance
and small bits of creatively digestible resolving dissonance
to feel better
about absence of remembering

What is our starlight soul
but well-sung dance
enlightening solidarity?

If we are asking Earth
to heal us with the Muse of starlight mystery,
then, indeed,
Give Us Music’s full harvest
blowed an’ blowed.

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An Amusing Music Muse

I suspect I’m more interested in how Sondheim writes music
than the Beatles,

Although I have no information
to support this paltry hypothesis

Much less could I justify to patient well-versed you
why I also suspect
this tells me something about who I am

And vocationally about who I am meant to be
as a gospel communicating person,
a transporting soul
sharing sung enchantments.

Does linguistic content
inform mystery’s melodic message?

Or do melody and rhythm
reign before shaping
unfolding ecological
psychological
theological lyrics?

Or all of these sacred ingredient voices
speaking with secular integrity
Above?

Deep love learning below

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Earth’s Invitation

What would a muse or musician become
after singing and playing are gone?

Humor and
heart land
mind broken.

What is a dancer to be
after life’s last dance?

Unincarnate mime
and muse
without amusement,
deprived of sacramental rituals
for zero-balancing naked soul redemption.

What is a designer to become
when unable to conceive?

A blind
greyscale paint by orthodox scripted number
of technicians
required for screwing light.

What is a bicameral eye
unable to hear rhythmic soul,
or feel soullessness
a toxic mess?

What is productive soil to become
without globally consuming natural WaterSpirits
of regenerate mythic Earth?

What is a vastly creative fish
without water?

What does a dancing sojourner foot manifest
without becoming soiled soul destiny?

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Prophet Break DownIn

The prophet spoke
until She broke

We are many uniting ecorealities
helping You unbecome
one universal ego-over generalization.

Yet, Universe is ZeroSum LeftBrain total
while united EcoLogians
rebirth Right WinWin
polypathic subclimate healers.

No healthy WinWin Ego
wills to destroy cosmic therapeutic law
of nature/spirit
Left/Right
primal ZeroZone mutual love.

Cosmic re-creative will
feeds on Both/And exercise
enthusiasms of heart yin-wisdom
over mindbody yang
Either me or Loser you dissonating
reflexive opposition,
hardness of mutually despairing hearts,
growing stiff-necked cultures
and subcultures
splinteringly anxious.
chronically stressed,
Win/Lose jaundiced
by bullying
and ego-neglect
thirst and starvation memories

In terminal LoseLose climate peril
Both/And will becomes RightHeart cooperative
with critical moments,
experiences,
events to heal
LoseLose past climate disasters,

When RightBrain GoddessGais restores green cool muse,
WinWin practicing
orthopraxi-sing
Earth’s ecotherapeutic
organic nature/spirit rituals
of co-discernment.

Cosmic revolutionary will
is a Yang omnipotent muscle thing
with yin-energy heartflow
toward cooperative Both/And health options
within everyday competing ego-commitments
toward multi-regenerational
ego/eco restorations.

We are Left egoskins
worshiping Father EcoSky
And Right EarthTribe
eco-bilateral core ZeroSums
discerning HereNow together
what healing course to steer
downstream through revolutionary climate crises
confronting our Future regenerating lives

Loving secular patriarchal problems
with sacred matriarchal WinWin
inside implicit muse/spirit resolutions.

Prophets sang
as Climate danced
health/wealth
Both/And
away
and back again…

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Family Jazz Farmers

I am reading Wendell Berry stories
again,
still,
today.

And notice
over these past several weeks
he unfolds two bipolar themes.

Berry is,
was,
a cooperative Southern neighborhood farmer
of organic hospitality.
His protagonists grow on multigenerational farms
as Berry grows into writing while farming,
thereby farming readers
co-investing in cooperative
organic
ego-feeding
ecosystems.

But Berry’s NegativEnergy tension
emerges against nationalistic
anti-productive family
automated military ballistics
reaping death harvests.

All forms of death
are terror
in and outside Berry’s local farm community,
Yet death’s most absurd forms
are international and civil wars,
tariff warts and tumors
against short-handed family farmers.

As any farmer
worth her compost
knows,
Everyone losing opportunity for organic life
risks isolating
marginalizing
competing
de-commodifying death.

Similarly,
I hear an NPR commentator
this evening
remind us
Everyone loses empowering trade
in declaring wars.

Whether firing retributive ballistics
or tariffs
or both,
bleeding death and threat thereof
are the opposite of cooperatively farming
and feeding health
together.

Wars are LoseLose Games
unto violent absurdity
while cooperative farming,
planting and harvesting,
culling and replanting,
seed sharing and mutual cooperative composting,
multigenerationally,
is WinWin traditional healthy economics
and family politics,
secular democratic trust
and sacred faith
in PositivEnergy ZeroZone communities.

Similarly,
I hear another NPR commentator say,
of an iconic Jazz Master,
whose primary instrument
exploring high and low extremities
of piano-fortes:
He performed cooperative jazz
THE Right Way.

This seems to smirch the Master’s reputation.
Music performed THE Right Orthodox Way
is not jazz,
without capital-hoarding over-investments.

Jazz is not ballistically force-fed at people
Music sharing is about cooperative RightBrain planting
and harvesting invitations into resonant life.
Jazz performance
at its organic ensemble creolizing best
is about several right and left farming ways
inviting us to muse with
our right sharing amusing ways.

THE Right Ways
are about competitive performance wars–
who gets the biggest and baddest button
spotlight,
and not at all about jazz forms
of cooperative improvisational farming,

Recomposing stories
about healthy forest
and ocean
and breath
and light major 7th
and dualdark minor diminished
octave sharing.

I was dreaming Wendell Berry poetry
again resonant,
today.

 

 

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Conversations in ConScience

Welcome, friends, into this day.
I see we are wearing our Scientist hats today.

John Wheeler: We are the sun’s way of thinking about itself.

Wow, that’s truly cosmic, or kosmic; probably both.
I don’t disagree,
although I do feel slightly used,
and didn’t you leave someone out of our eco-identity loop?
Seems more like we are the sun and Earth’s ways of thinking about ourselves.
Planet Earth became one of the sun’s ways of decomposing it’s less hot self,
and we are Earth’s way of thinking about Her with His nondual regenerative Selves.

Robert Anton Wilson: the universe acts like a chess game
in which the player on the other side remains invisible to us.
By analyzing the moves,
we can form an image of the intellect behind them.

The intellectual image I see forming,
and how about you too maybe?
seems to be fractal-holonic dipolar appositionally structured
to co-arise continuous grace of ecopolitical flow
as ecological full-color-chemistry-fragrant-taste health temporal fold/unfold memes
designing prescriptions for language
as strictures (Julian Jaynes) for bicameral intelligent logos lenses
hoping to continue with more health and less pathology,
like RNA and DNA, for regenerate example.

Steven Weiss: The question ‘Do you believe in astrology?’
is like asking someone if they believe in art.’

Yes, and asking if we believe in the power of love, and health,
and prosperity.
To all the above,
where power of time invested
produces outcomes of happier healthier futures,
faith is not asked where evidence has already become forthcoming.

Rob Brezsny: astrology at its best roots us in the poetic language of the soul,
and isn’t blindly submissive to the values of the rational ego.
It’s here to liberate our imaginations
and encourage us to think less literally
and to visualize life as a mythic quest.

I know nothing about astrology,
but, with a few omissions of “the”
which is nearly invisible in my poetic language of soul,
and some possible additions,
I might also suggest:

Astronomy at its best
roots us in poetic language of ecoconscious soul,
not blindly submissive to LeftBrain’s deductive-reductive values.
The ecology of starlight
and dualdark cosmology
is here to liberate our RightBrain imaginations
and encourage us to think less thinly,
to visualize mythic life as light-quest,
already outlined in planet spacetime spirals
as our revolving
regenerating
reiterating
redundant, in function if not form,
recreation story.

Poetic language
is language of Left/Right cooperative discernment,
bilaterally conscient
dialectic souls
organically dancing-waving rings
of and for stardust’s famously bemused plasmatic light.

 

 

 

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