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When Singers Meet

When singers meet
and singing greet
we soon begin to dance
or even take a walk
to sacred journey prance

While listening,
often lusting,
for confluence
in previously unexplored
mysterious places

Seeking resonance
fulfilling urgently resilient,
often intimate,
spaces

Times timing
for all who have sung 4/4 before
to dance among these holy
what for faces

Ringing new symphonies
of warm,
and often slightly wet,
heart strung constellations
(concerto consummations).

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Great Faith Revolutions

I suppose we might uncover
many differences in theologies,
Eastern and Western,
Southern and Northern.

One of these differences
is not fundamentalism itself,
which appears on both polarized sides
of the natural/spiritual worldview aisle.

Yet within primal fundamental faith commitments
remains a profoundly appositional orientation,
between good faith
that each creature
is born fundamentally win/win enlightened,
in positive psychology
and in Eastern theology;

And bad faith
in Patriarchal Western traditions,
that all of segregated monotheistic
human nature
is born fundamentally win/lose disempowered
by sin and attachment
to ignorance,
illusion,
craving,
addictions,
rampant sensuality,
promiscuous and deviant sexuality,
a rather negative monocultural psychology
of a vengeful punishing spirituality

In tension with healthy attachment
to natural creatures,
to Creation,
to ReGenerative Fundamental Principles
of multicultural cooperation.

Strange, however,
in the narrative
spreading across developmental psychology,
matriarchal prime attachment theory
ecofeminist sociology and history,
global religious multicultural green
indigenous tribal wisdom,
and positive psychology,
our ecological natural
and theological spiritual narrators
begin with win/win DNA sacred scripture
cooperatively read between EarthMother nature
and Her co-acclimating fertile nurturing eggs
of integrity’s potential nutritional health,

After birth
comes the Great Fall
of RightBrain win/win
interdependent worldwideweb
for all EarthTribel,

Childhood transitions toward win/lose
LeftBrain verbal and deductive dominance,
iconized by secular capitalistic
monopolistic
patriarchal
competitive ego-perpetuating aggression
violence
colonization
enslavement

And LeftBrain rationalizing racist economics
and political straight white male privilege
to disempower victims
and sinful perps

Declaring exemptions to fundamentally Positive Golden Rules
against those who fail to scoff
at multicultural fundamental commitments
of ecofeminist Whole Earth
nature spirits.

A third moment in this narrative
reweaves Fundamental PreBorn Attachment
with Original PostBorn Sin,
making up Great Turnings
LeftBrain dominant
RightBrain prominent
overpowering Win/Lose capitalistic monoculturing
2020 revolving toward renewing polycultural
Transitions,

A mesmerizing three part story
of narrow ways
and means
and dipolar co-arising truths
moving toward remembering
our fundamental Born Again
Win/Win CoPassions

Of health optimizing wealth,
secular and sacred,
yang and yin,
left and right,
West and East,
North and South
theological ego/eco-fundamental bicamerality
for redemptive green and global
multicultural
Great Faith Revolutions.

Executive Summary:
To optimize Great Faith Revolutions,
all ingredients of Make America Great Again,
and then hear
then do
then say
then feel
then cooperatively touch
then develop a compassionate taste
for just the opposite
fundamental regenerative erection
election
direction
selection.

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The Metric Music Teacher

There once was a math teacher
well-versed in singing
“We have many ways to learn.”

Eyes
and ears,
Touch
and feelings,
Tastes
and smells
each looking for redundant
polypathic messages
from polyphonic Others.

The math teacher
was conservative
about over-generalizing
from her own learning experience.
She did not trust
in only her way
to find resolution,
theoretical
or musical,
to questions
paradoxically noted
predicting answers
and harmonic responses,
causes intending nonhypothetically resonant/dissonant effects,
trusted experience,

If “x” processes of seeing
and hearing,
feeling
touching
and feeling,
tasting
and smelling are followed
faithfully,
with good faith humor,
and good humored compassion,
then a consensual win/win responsive passion
predictably follows.

In reason’s end,
two plus two quarter notes
will always equal
a measure of fractal four,
regardless of left brain dominant vision
or right brain prominent felt experience
touched and sensed,
or untouched and ignored,
neglected,
non-emergent unconsciousness,
entropic,
apathetic,
non-empathic.

But,
ZeroZone plus ZeroZone,
like ZeroZone times ZeroZone,
always invites OneEarth Justice
for her students right brain prominent,

While Zero plus,
or temporal-times Zero is,
at not-not best,
double-binding positive Zero freedom
for those left-brain prominent
who see more powerfully
than mentally hearing
and spirit-embodied feeling
sacred light of trust,
interdependence,
unity,not so much metric uniformity,
naturally swaying left
and spiritually ebbing right
health/wealth bicameral values

Whether metric
or numerologically versed
or ecological
or theological
or musical
or social-psychological
or neurological
or politically empowering
or economic Win/Win enlightening
or compassionate communication theory
or restorative EarthJustice
or resilient Permaculture Design
with polyculturally robust answers,
outcomes,
resolutions,
nutritional designs
for self-care
ZeroZone resilience.

Whether seen and heard,
or touched and felt,
or tasted and smelled,
or all of Earth’s sacred Above.

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Deep Breathing Muse

A poem relies on words
in a communal way
that a song need not
explicit languaged lyrics.

Great communion loves
rely on compassion’s voice
in a polypathic way
beyond life’s primal need
to share polyphonic feelings,
rhythm
patterns
tone
harmonic and dissonant
music,

Often silent
yet synergetic,
fused,
unconfused,
amused,
musing.

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Revolutionary Earth Balance

“I too dance the rhythm of this moving world.”
Rumi

Ego too dances DNA revolving
spiraling rhythms
patterns
holistic silence
particular tones,

Confluent and dissonant,
comparative and contrasting,
cooperative and competitive,
economic and political
social and psychological

Empowering peaceful balance
within this moving
living
ecologically connected Earth
touched by Day and Night

Ego-centering co-invested light
dancing local
balancing
revolving global
Eco-systemic compassion might.

I too balance
tip-pointed rhythms
within and upon
this moving
revolutionary Earth Day.

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Stories Are Not Songs

But songs are a musical story.

I know a difference
between telling a story
and voicing these same lyrics
of anxiety and ease,
of bearing and healing injustices,
medicine for well-earned peace.

I feel a difference
between progressive story telling,
between historically accurate autobiography,
and singing cultural passion narratives,
felt experiences,
perennial sensory moments
of nutrition and starvation,
light and dark,
health and pathology,
resilience and fragility,
privilege and responsibility,
resonance and ongoing anxiety,
harmony and yet mystery,
acceptance and hidden avoidance,
integrity, yet irritating dissonant echoes
either empowering verbs
or neither un-nouned knowns
win/lose explicating with shy win/win implications

Why grateful Yes!
suggests, more hesitantly Not Not Yet?

Being, yet still becoming
Left with indigenously
endemically
regeneratively curious Right
earned ease.

I know a difference
does not mean I can make sense of it.

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Commanding Solo Performances

It had been a hellish week.

On Monday
my lonely and tired AfricanAmerican husband
told me, as gently as possible,
that what I had hoped was a temporary separation
is to be extended into perpetuity.

This separation had been scheduled to terminate
when my Fetal Alcohol daughter turns eighteen
and can move into a new, more therapeutically endowed, home
not our non-group home
which could not feel like a private home to him
and to a more peacefully vulnerable me.

He told me his autonomy of residential sight
and sound
and smell,
temperature and feel,
thought and absence of forced transparent thought,
has grown ever more compelling for him,

Like a new life system
organically emerging from calcified minerals
mixed with melted wet.

This permanent separation,
less about not wanting to share a roof and walls
and multicultural floors
and more about wanting a more private
monotheistic habitat.

I had been working on my adopted daughter’s emergency group home application;
Her eighteenth, and first qualifying, birthday was Friday
of this same hellish week
filled with demands,
as usual,
but more so,
more self-prophetically entitled now;

A “big [supremely self-disempowering] girl”
as multiply messaged from school
and therapists
and family,
jonesing to live with submissive peers
who will best be lesser care receivers
as she intends to appropriate all care giving staff,

Demanding preferred foods,
and music
and stories
and dance,
and diaper change
and bed
and bath times
ignoring needs of lesser beings;

Like living with a constantly ticked off Gaia
showing us who’s our jealous Boss
in response to our climate endangering ways
of patriarchal colonization
disrespecting matriarchal communion,
ecological creolization.

Demanding routines she and I have evolved
since she was five,
unable to see up,
only downstream,
unable to hear well,
unable to speak in consonants
articulate enough to defy caregiver ignorance,
lack of subservient cooperation,
submission to her aggressively iron will,
triggering every slaveholder
property owner
reactionary nerve in my husband’s long-term
matriarchal-limned
unnerved memory.

Our more cooperative and trust-building relationship
soon took care of Gaia’s communication problems
but we created, thereby,
a princess entitled ‘I win so you lose’ monster
of immediate and really loud
NEED!

Yet, now that she is maturing to leave this nest,
how much do I need her
to keep me safely home at night
and off the larger terrifying climate stage
of degenerating ecopolitical performance?

On the following Sunday morning,
I was to sing “Let Your Little Light Shine”
a less popular spiritual,
and at least not unnatural,
gospel message;

A sung prayer from enslaved history,
humiliating origins surviving valleys of vulnerable despair
by holding up
and out
dim fading lights of hope,
sometimes accessible from other enslaved properties
with more resilient hope in green and brown and black
communion.

On Saturday night
my heart spoke of grief
lost in deep dark valleys
isolated
abandoned
down-sized
empty-nested
shallow-chested
ancient old person despair,

And my lungs sagged
pushing against narrow edges of freezing panic

Terror about forgetting left-brain words
and reminders of past sung and danced solo performances
not nearly as fun
enriching
fulfilling
health wealthy
as past group participation
in full-nested harmony
synergy
resonance
regenerativity
sacred communions spiritual
while naturally co-present

Green
and brown
and black,
ultra-nonviolet
and transparently clear.

On Sunday morning,
after earning a strategically planned
full night’s rest,
I felt much worse

Unable to imagine leaving my sanctuary
much less singing
much less performing
a song longing for the Lord
to shine even the faintest ray of hope
down into this valley of well-earned despair,

A grey climate of hopelessness,
nihilistic thoughts,
narcissistic preoccupations
trapped in a shrinking fragile egocentrism.

I took an anti-depressant
which got me to the church on time
but now feeling anxiously disembodied
within my own Beloved Sanctuary
too universally white
straight
and too removed from outside green
and family brown
and EarthTribe Native black resonant voices,
fragrances,
touch,
tasting and seeing.

I could not remember words,
or think of alternative reasonable sounds,
could not find my opening pitch,
felt deserted by a cappella
absence of accompaniment,
by a choir relegated to background support services
rather than foreground cooperative resonance
of care giving
co-passioning care receiving.

But, there was something else
bad,
REALLY bad,
a repugnance that stayed with me
through rehearsal,
through first
and then final performance
and on through the return home
after a technical tepid success
lacking the resonance of producing music
transcending rhythm and pitch and lyrics
demanding better held and managed light systems
for my self-isolating despair

Afraid of drowning
in this internal river valley.

Although not sure what happened Sunday night,
I awoke next morning to emotional fragility,
again
to fears of too much aloneness, loneliness,
worries about ageing in a place not quiet enough
from road rage
and too demanding of soil
and water
and energy stewardship,
warm accompaniment,
propriety of grace,
cooperative well-being.

What was different, on this reawakening,
was recognizing my,
and our,
monocultural misappropriation,
supremacist ideation
of “Let your little light shine”
as if we are, and I am,
the Lord’s great solo hope
for all the autonomous
disconnected
apartheid
indigenous nature/spirit
EarthTribe life-systems
of healthy care giving/receiving
singing and dancing in revolving circles
of gospel fire,

Choired resonantly together
in active shared home harmonies,
extending families back through enslaved ancestors
reminding an AfroCentric Lord
this light begins
from hope sung dance together
with multiculturally resonant intelligence

Leaving no one behind
trying to soulfully enlighten
my darkest valley of despair.

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The Singing Theologian

I was gratefully listening
to a theologian musician
repeat a rabbinic tradition
of four levels of resonant soul:
individual (egosystemic),
communal (local),
social (cultural, national identity)
global (Earth,ecosystemic).

A mature musician,
like a wise theologian,
sees these four soul identities
as circular
double-binding octaves,
mutually informing up
and down,
in
and out.

As EarthMother’s original staging womb
organically recreates
using the fractal language of DNA inscription,
prediction,
predication,
to recreate yet another individual soul,
as BrahmanEarth outside soul
is to AtmanEgo inside spirit
of dynamic resonance,
preferring regeneration as positive
as more power-indwelling
than degeneration as negative.

So, it was jarring
when this musical theologian
referred to human bodies
as machines,
rather than organisms.

Machines seem to be left-brain dominant
power reductions
as compared with
Left with Right-balancing organisms.

For robotic machines,
punishing or rewarding communities,
leviathan bureaucratic
autocratic societies,
lifeless planetary spheres,
power is either on or off,
energy is positive or negative.

For living organisms,
individual through holonically Earth-wombed,
power is both regenerative
and degenerative,
positive and negative;

Not digitally governed by our either/or switch
but analogically healed, developed
and wounded, decomposing
with both/and holistic interdependent consciousness.

Human nature
sounds like a robotic analogy
and hopelessly predictable,
dully rational
as a LeftBrain dominant machine.

Humane nature/spirits
feel organically metaphoric
polyphonic
polypathically rounded
theo/eco-logical music composed
and decomposed,
marvelously trans-rational
as left with right hemispheric balance,
rhythm, communal
pitch, cultural
resonance, EarthWomb global
Soul,
ZeroZone regenerative
more powerful than degenerative,

Yet organic cycles
and recycles,
purpose
and repurposes of life
decomposing death
require both
to recreate
recompose
recologize
recognize
theologize
musical soul
as powerful
resonant
both-thought/and-felt structure.

But, when we started singing together
I knew
for sure
he, as we,
feels more and better
as metaphoric musicians
than analogical machines.

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Swing Low Sweet Chariot

One way
I know this afrocentric music,
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece,
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.

I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.

A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and polycultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth’s peace paradise.

A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song

Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler’s chariot,

Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home

To freedom’s too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,

Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.

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Sins of Our Fathers

In hindsight
I suspect my dad silently hoped,
secretly conceived,
vicariously needed his dream
I would become a multi-talented musician.

He said, No.
behind my mother’s gentle apron
strings of soft-voiced disappointment,
but also hidden within unspoken fear
of Catholic influence
when I was invited to join
The Vienna Boy’s Choir.

I was too young.
I would be missed–the farm was an absorbing enterprise.
I wasn’t ready.
They weren’t ready, yet,
to let go.

But, then offers of guitar
and piano
and trombone lessons,
and choir
and worship music leader
soon followed,
as if from straight white watered
washed
and lied patriots
blessed by prize-giving patriarchs
who listened barely long enough
to hear I was marketably good
as an entertainer,
a professional,
not just another deep soul singer
or deeply soiled male dancer.

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