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Dancing Pequot River

Flying free
in rooftop ecstasy

Raptor’s wings direct
with feathered pins strong, erect
swelling mountain chests
then wings
brought safely down
protecting Earth’s
most sacred wounds.

Standing Yang
with wings wide spread
Left then Right
rebalancing

Bent over filling in Yin’s flow
extending gratitude for out
bold attitude brought back in
for more sincere
out wanting more
more
more sacred practice
mindful praxis
moving axis

Practice makes Yang
with Yin
happy together once again
in this million hole
with pole
extravagant excursion
upstream North
growing deep down South
flowing in/out surfing mouth

Dancing round root chakra
river source
to up reach
down stream right
to left dividing swings
gone sacred South

River’s needy mouth
to feed
time’s seas
of timeless pirate peaks
opposing valleyed surf
inhaling exhaled needs

Healthy seasons too tidal full
swelling now and why and how
toward empty skies

Anthrocentric light
invites this ecocical night,
upstream
patriarchal might
toward down wombed times
round cycling source
of Great White Father fright

Root wise spread out predation
penetrating river’s source
shifting toward rich mountain rivered valleys
flowing up
then down White streaming pole
with Black uncovered silenced hole,
designing doublebinding
God-dressed nature’s inspiring views

Inviting dawn’s
past sunrise dance
sweeping light
round downstream
falling failing
EarthTribe’s meager
flowing sacred
rivered night

Flying free
on rooftop ecstasy.

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Who Is “I”?

I have a body,
own an organic body,
yet I am a mindbody
as ego’s inside identity
embraces outside systemic context

Communication
with my body
yet a communing mindbody
inter/intra-communicating organism

Musician
within my body
yet a musing
win/win healthy
resiliently co-resonant MindBody
spiritually led
yet naturally following

Consciousness
my sacred mind has a secular body
yet ego
is also a sacred ego/eco-logical body,
depending on whether you perceive Self
as in toward out
and/or from outside
toward inside courageous
and curious ego

At least on our better days
and in peak trauma-free moments
of win/win co-empathically enlightened
empowering spiritually natural co-investments

Co-operating
sacred mind
de-segregating organically safe
and healthy

Inter/intra-communicating
bicamerally balancing
win/win compassion’s bodhisattva,
transparent mind’s vulnerable body
for resilient EarthTribe communionation.

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Blue Brush Witness

As she lays down her blue brush
in a blue-trimmed cream
dream stone basin
of darkening water

She realizes
inside voice has been thinking
about double negative paradox
as -x/-y
can’t win pathology

Of way too much Patriarchal Capitalist
dogmatic Business As Boorishly Usual,
monochromatic
monopolistic
monocultural
monotheistic

Describing
and prescribing her
BusyMess
is cruel
cold
calculating dismissal
disregard
don’t matter

Let her splatter!
while he eats
his white survival cake

Mindlessly unwoke
to future predative
desecration issues
promoting and marketing
trauma-inflation corporations
inviting frequent-flyer
evangelically missioned Narcissists

Who probably don’t think much
of a universal peak salvation experience
yet do feel deeply united,
maybe even energetically synergetic,
about their own sacred memories
of EarthMother’s original Win/Win
multi-colored co-invested
warm wet unconditionally cooperative
co-relationships

Through time’s changing
hue and culture and cry
LeftBrain verbally emerging
too dominant

Thereby, curiosity remains difficult to contain
to deeply listen for feelings to explain
this sound and sight for blue brushes
tinting her slowly turning water
growing
blueing
flowing sadly
back through Patriarchal
Capitalist
anthroprivileged time

Emerging blue
and grey
darkening ecocide.

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Blues Boating Home

Human history is difficult;
hard pressed,
discovering
and rediscovering,
connecting
and reconnecting feelings
about therapeutic needs
and sacred wants
for peace
trust
joy

Through co-empathic singing passions
which may,
too often,
feel stressful

Irritating
depressing
stormy
before unconditional win/win regard
for Self AND Other
reconnect,

Like EgoTheistic re-ligion
and EcoMatriarchal
indigenously multicultural
wisdom

Of Ego/EarthTribe mutual becoming
more green therapeutic together
than win/lose competitive
dissociating
controlling and too egocentric
and too anthro-dominant
held too LeftBrain supremacist
apart.

On my drive back
to my blue turbulent home,
I struggle with postpartum depression,

Common when I separate
from spiritual sojourner musicians,
fellow wandering sacred wonderers
would-be soul-full,
not hopelessly ego-engorged, harmonizers
and intuitive dancers,
expressively embodied movers
and economic-political shakers,
mindful ecological leaders
and GoodNews infused chorus girls
and everyday win/win polyphonic boys,
maturely compassionate men and women
and exotic in-between
bodhisattva polytheists.

Why am I feeling irritated
against you?

What could I have said
and gestured,
and shared,
and done,
and not done
to let you know,
to let you in
on how unheard
unseen
and unappreciated I am feeling
as this evening,
this mortal life,
this sacred opportunity
slides
and swims
and sails by.

In more recent weeks
our original intent
to listen deeply
with informed compassion
for wounds
becoming unweaponed,
for win/win communion therapies
that join
conjoin
rejoin past win/lose traumas
feels unraveled,
sidetracked,
drydocked
in issues about pain,
suffering,
loss of control,
severances overwhelming renewals,
universal climatic turbulence
flooding remaining hopes
for unitarian green/blue EarthTribe
boating peaceful home.

Why do you seem so triggered
by alpha stressed competitions
with our sometimes surprisingly controlling
too egocentric
capitalistic spiritual director,
sacred leader,
ecopolitical peace activist,
theological love teacher,
ecological panentheistic mentor,
health-is-wealth core care facilitator,
multicultural mediator,
operations conductor
of musicians, at our musing
and amusing best,
and not cacophonously win/lose strategists
at our distrusting
and mistrusting worst.

I become curious
about why you want to control
our musical mountainous expression
of plain and solid standing
to sing together
by remaining distant
from my inside rolling oceans
of peak sensory
musical movement experiences.

Why do you seem less curious
about how I struggle to joyfully continue sailing
never, ever having known safe harbor
or healthy home portal,
on this straight white privileged place?

Sailing on this epic journey
for positive regard
that I know,
without shadows of depressing doubt,
will stand
and sit
and lie,
listen and speak and sing with me
as I am embraced
with all my woundedness
and all our co-empathic sacred brilliance
to joyfully celebrate,
quietly appreciate,
gratefully acknowledge
everyday sacraments
of kindred sailing souls

Making our blue ways home
under stars of full moon heavens
embracing revolutions
of therapeutic light
and traumatic night,
wondering

How frightening it feels
to age away from peak mental
spiritual
physical
natural control

Facing inevitable mortal degeneration
threatening to steal back
my sureness
that below Me
and within
We feel no motion,
no terrifying emotion
while standing firmly in control
of this plain
everyday
yet mountainous
musical event

Of rolling co-operations
and conflicts,
voiced and hidden,
in overwhelm surviving mode
so not able to access confident
curious co-thrival
co-passionate means
to deeply listen
and appreciate
being born to sail this Earth
together in this time
of climatic changing
blue boat swamping terror

Within the fathoms
of our turbulent oceanic universe,
traveling salt-teared Earth
driving home
wondering why you are now less curious
about why my fluidly
legato love story
requires a cappella blues,
reflective repetitions,
emotive nuances
as slow
and widely engaged,
deeply felt
as floating thoughts
diving into EarthTribe’s most sacred
peak systemic experiences

Blue blues
rolling through oceans
of warm
salty wet Earth tears
of universal compassion

ReMembering
human history is difficult,
hard pressed,
discovering
and rediscovering,
connecting
and reconnecting feelings
about therapeutic needs
with sacred wants
for peace
trust
joy
sacred mused harmonics.

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Brass WindChimes

Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below

Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again

Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love’s restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier life within
Mother’s sensual gusts

Overpowering peaceful chimes
global resting
arresting rhymes
with powerful enculturing space
enlightened green spring out times
up happy,
healthy

Driven by bountiful breeze
and this northbound tidal
grey-blue iconic river
flowing drifts back
and surging forth,

Downstream
yet again back up
in-between
indigenous natured out
spirits in

Chiming outside colonizing industrial windows
noticing
re-connecting stressful winds
and anxious tides
of not so well chimed
compassionate green change
loudly rang

While icecaps,
empowering South
and enlightening North,
silently
soundlessly
melt integrity’s just right divine
and humane left

Eastern Earth greets Western Sun
chiming resonant hospitality
of eco/theo-logical nurturers
nourishing brass rounds
of resighted
respited
holy sounds.

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Wandering Through History

I wonder
about wandering into sacred history

Back
remotely far
in collective memory
before humanity,

When EarthTribe regenerativity
was all compassionately gifted
divinity,

Panentheistically expressed
in ecofeminist panting Earth’s
great rapturously gifted
economic ecology
of volcanic infilling relationships.

I wonder,
back before male religious cultures
and anthrosexual climates
were our elders sensory
linguistically
meaningfully sacred prime co-relationship
then LeftBrain purposely
separated

In a precisely either/or
dissociative producer/consumer way
away from divine/human companionship
as were sensuality
of morally healthy polycultures
democratically balancing
nonviolent co-governing
communication,

Long
long
before Earth’s great wondrous turning,
before verbal dominance
when religious dogma
overcame spirited natural experience
felt like communioned
EarthTribe reconnection

With all creatures here below
awake outside
riding on sacred Earth,
a land
and sea
of rich communications
enveloped in resonant
musical companionship.

I wonder
if all mammaling muses asked
invited
absorbed animally within
among each creaturely Other
inviting nonviolent hospitality
in healthy democratic return
of wealthy multiculturally religious
sensual
politically empowering communications

Of economically enlightened
theological companions
celebrating co-empathic
real time gifts

Wondering
as we wander
into sacred polycultural
history
of healthy ecosystems

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Dervish EarthDance

I sometimes reconsider
all our politicians
and economists,

Not as party-line teachers,
or even dogmatic preachers,
instead of future forecasting,
co-infesting deep past
and present listening
with compassioning
co-empathic
therapeutic intent
to laugh and sing.

Who is not
at least a private health care politician
seeking to empower our constituencies
and not to disempower?

What responsible adult
is not at least a personal wealth economist?
Praying for divine enlightenment
and not so much
inhumane
depressing endarkenment?

Who has been
cause-effect
effectively recausing
counter-culturally
exposed to Buddhist master laughter?
Meditation in silly groups
feeling nearly giddy
with short-term relief
from mountainous depression
valleys of despair

Surprised,
perhaps dismayed,
that such a fake
pretending dervish exercise
might portend more
than our species’ economic
political
anti-ecological demise.

I further wonder
if all Earth’s depressed
suppressed
oppressed
repressed muted muses

Silenced
stunned
sunk by political sadness
dispiriting badness
economic madness
of Earth’s Great Transitional Pandemic

Might discipline our lonely
lethargic
neglected bodies
to dance
until our minds remember how to sing
and ring
ping and ding
a liturgy of sacred laughter things
together regathering

For re-empowering compassioned muses
enlightening sacred ecstatic economists,
co-investing companies and choirs
of moving
mindful
musicality,
harmony,
synergy,
win/win cooperative energy,
sufficient for eco-politically heart-felt
lung-filled integrity

To more reflectively reconsider
all our singing polities
and EarthDance economies
sanctifying dervish universities.

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The Choir Audition

Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?

Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh…
oozing round O’s
and singular Ah’s
free of mapping static lyrics

Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when too shy
of improvising bold
multiculturing unity

Harmony musing
amusing spontaneous drifts
and rifts
of EarthTribe’s light
bright woke-up
out loud power focus

Searching out deep whole-sum liturgies
of octaved musicality
we share
when fine-tuned to listen
for our not-so-silent breaths,
anticipating life’s next cooperatively felt
and politically co-empowering
story.

Songs of sacred circling lines
and whole systemic spaces
clever linearly written,
yet never speaking totally predicted sounds
resonant transcendent
anticipating in-between joy
and silent
nonviolent
resilience.

I wonder if she feels
as I sometimes can do
that muses nurture music
as abusers remain
narcissistically
patriarchally
capitalistically competitive,
unsympathetic

Lacking indigenous co-empathic wisdom,
Yang universal
Yintegral unitarian
musical integrity

Of Earth’s sound tribes flowing
songs and rhythms patterning
natural narratives,
curiously intimate Earth Day
anthems

Dancing spirited
taoistic breaths
bicamerally cooperative
contemplating solidarity
sung clarity

Under a zillion twinkling
zen core inkling
starlit choral nights.

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Sacred Musings

If muses
have sacred meanings
deeper
and before secular evolving purposes,

As vocations
are to painful employment,

Then what music
would
could
should we prefer outside
to health care inside
digest?

Together peaceful
in resonance

Deeper
and before traumatic
warring
wearied
worn out dissonance.

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Fiddler’s Womb

If I were a poor woman
I would dance and sing
through basement boogy woogy bars
all these days and nights
of EarthTribe healthy men

Winning
not measured in applause
but absorbing painful bunions
in glad support
of Earth’s healthiest worn-out pause

Performing songs with peace
inviting massive choirs
composing mother muses,
matriarchs of deeply felt integrity
dancing EarthDay’s cause.

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