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The Americans

“I do not see what right any one would have
to object to calling this part
[the South American mainland],
after Americus
who discovered it
and who is a man of intelligence,
Amerigen,
that is, the Land of Americus,
or America:
since both Europa and Asia
got their names from women.”
Matthias Ringmann, cartographer, 1507

With the bringing down of statues
and the renaming of sacred temples,
I am reminded of Biblical tearing down
of shrines to Baal,
the turning of politically and religiously correct
cultural backs and shoulders,
hands and feet,
heads and capital investments
away from our own idolatrous sins
of anthro-centric history.

Fair enough,
but, to gaze upon which new god
and goddess?
Green and Black sacred lives,
and red blood of The Lamb
and yellow SonLight
and blue Marian EcoFeminist
and ultra-nonviolet EarthMother Moon.

So many colors to choose
or not to choose
yet avoid new temples to Baal;

A crisis of risk and opportunity
dissonance and resonance
divestment and investment
degenerative and regenerative intent.

A critical discernment
between infamous and famous,
natural pathology and spiritual health.

What surprises me
in this current revolutionary purging
of racism
and violent colonialism
and rapacious patriarchalism
and perniciously predative mono-sexism
and almost hopeless anthropocentrism
is the resilience of Amerigo
[also Americus] Vespucci,
extractively merchanting
and mapping
and scientific explorer source
for “America”.

We had, in the 1500s,
The Americas,
South, then North
invested cartographers
led by Mr. Americus.

Indigenous populations,
now become Native Americans
in North America,
also used maps,
if not externally sketched in two dimensions,
then internally felt in spacetime four
spiraling through green seasons
of nutritional communication
bearing future fruit
and healthy seeds
and wealthy wombs.

Then came the United States of America.
Not, more humbly,
United States of North America
in part
because mappers and Earthologists
were not yet in resonant agreement
about whether this wild new West,
although now clearly not East India
with NearEast Indians,
is one united continent
or now eroded into two.

Here,
anthropoids had a choice,
to honor academic investor Americus
as next to godliness,
or,

Recognizing that fame does not become us,
further invest this new global map
in rediscovered new age Western Earth,
lying in sacred direction of divine sunset
for those cartographers
and astrologers
residing in full moon rising Europa

Before these United States of America
and without the bondage of critical events
in EuroCentric historic story,
neither infamous nor famous
indigenous risk takers
and opportunity seekers
built temples
to deities Amerigo
found idolatrous

Which he might also have considered
as further resourced roots
of gods and goddesses
appropriate to Black and Brown and Green Lives Mattering
to RedBlooded EarthTribes
of saints and sinners
resonant and dissonant

Regenerative and degenerative
cooperatively co-invested and competitively divested

Win/win communal and win/lose capitalistic,
interdependently incorporated
and violently individualistic,

Liberal in democratic love
and stingy with constipated constitutional conservatism,
ecofeminist and egopatriarchal,
Green ReBidenuclear
and Red UberTrumpian.

Statues of,
and temples dedicated to, Americus
are difficult to find,
thus,
even more difficult to tear down.

But,
for those who can recreate such sacred history,
systematic theology,
ecology of healthy and pathological relationships,
neurological psychology,
polypathic muse-cology
of polyphonic risk
and opportunity,
the first moment of cultural exhale
invites individual climate purgation,

This much is obvious
to our natural senses,

However,
our second moment of inhale,
this is my returning revolutionary question,

Will we replace academic extractive Amerigo
with Uniting Global States
of GreenBlue Earth?

Or something more idolatrous
like patriarchal
racist
and revengefully capitalistic
UberTrumpian Baal?
NeoColonizing Hate and Fear?
MonoCulturing Anger?
Lone AnthroWarriors of Narcissus?
Naked White Emperors of Americus?

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Full-Container Capacities

“I fear that a world made of gifts
cannot coexist
with a world made of commodities.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 374

We fear that Earth made as gift
cannot coexist
with a planet infested by mere self-marketing
of the fittest.

I fear Earth made of organic containers
of deep ecological memory
as sacred gifts
cannot coexist
with a commodified planetary economy
made of and from and for
capitalism’s Win/Lose ego-dissonant pathologies,
no longer healthy wealth of cooperatively owning
multiculturing creolizing
ecocentric
Golden Rules
and Sacred Ecological Ratios
and Logos-Mythos Elixirs
of harmonic cooperative spacetime,
(0)-sum ecopolitical balance.

“Here is the arrow
that weakens the monster
of overconsumption,
a medicine that heals the sickness:
its name is plenty.”
Kimmerer, p. 376

Here is our deep ecological refilling of full-organic historic containers
that weakens the racist and sexist patriarchal
white males preferred
monster
of over-indulged capitalistic hoarding and hypocritical greed
competing against Earth’s embryonic dualdark mothers,
a cooperative medicine that heals our hypocrisy of whiteness well-washed only
purely relapsed absence
of full-historic internal/external polyphonic memory:
our container capacity
is polypathic bicameral WinWin plenty.

We all have immigrant status histories
if only from Mother’s
embryonic
multicultured
historic WinWin womb.

 

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Sacred Natives

Sacred native forests
remain enraptured in souls
shadowing mysterious nature’s silence.

Or when so deluged and brisk winded,
stormed to rage wild absence of restraint
overpowering more domesticated sounds of commodifying busyness,
diesel fueled 18-wheelers
carrying walky-talky caffeine flying drivers,
warning blares of commerce’s trains
for those without bodies and brains
to move away from rumbling dust river of busy tracks.

Native forests
speak sacred wilderness power through all five senses.
I cannot see a sacred forest
singing I Did It My Way,
or My Way Or The HighWay
appropriate anthems in their less bird-songed place, yes,
but not sacred lusty psalms of organic notes
for and from native forests,
where sacred sights
sound naturally right
and smell absent of stinky busy fright,
and taste and feel recycling peace.

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Going Native

Yang’s guerrilla tactics

camouflage Yin’s indigenous strategic order.

Messianic Yang fascinations

uncover Yin”s mutual mentoring subsidiarity,

savific yeast transducing light’s form

into heated wriggling function,

fertilizing her benign messianic host.

 

Positive forceful Yang form

double bound and diastolic flow

held within reflecting Yin’s not(not) fold,

wu wei unformed pregnant function

waiting form’s wombing space

to greet time’s implicating moment,

an open summer rose

closing evening’s shade,

bud born again,

explicitly waiting next dawn’s radiant light,

a new guerrilla wave of tribal buzziness.

 

Indigenous system-deviant tactics

morph as guerrilla strategies,

sly camouflage,

dissonating those who prefer remaining normal

in face of wilder nature’s naked purpose,

seducing mutual nativity,

regenerate solidarity,

indigenous integrity of grace-filled meaning.

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