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Please Do Panic

Writing yet another note to my straight white CongressMan,
asking him to Please, Do Panic
about all this fear-based non-legislation
undemocratic fascist
nationalistic Win/Lose evolutionary corrupt
democratic devolution
going on around
and within us,

I’m wearing a white 1970s vintage Tshirt
from Castro Street’s Don’t Panic
political resistance and celebration
apparel.

Fifty years later,
I think it is well past time
to take the cooperativist
win/win panic plunge,

With a bold
black framed message:

THE RELIGIOUS RIGHT
IS WRONG

My son’s Haitian-American nurse,
married
and straight
as a military-industrialized arrow,
without the slightest quiver
of vocalized doubt,

Sexy darkbrown skin,
greying at his wisdom temples,
and a devout capitalist 7th Day Adventist
family provider man
of second or third evangelical generation,

Wants to know
if he, in 2020,
is affiliated with what my Tshirt says
to the Religious Right of 1975.

Possibly,
but I have always known you
as part of a Spiritual Right,

Which does not
too liberally judge
outside your own sensory satisfactory experience,

And is informed
and transparently curious
to learn from your own
sensory anticipations
of healthy smells
and wealthy tastes,
what feels good
and touches right,

And to responsibly stretch
your own sensory anxieties/anticipations
without blaming
or ambiguously shaming yourself
for not accepting who you are
right now
in this life
flowing toward
who we will become sacredly together,
spiritually and naturally,
tomorrow.

Which must,
in good right faith,
inevitably become a more rooted choice
to not be some other spiritual
or anti-spiritual life,
sometimes anxious about monoculturally competing
and other times anticipating
multicultural engagement
to be most naturally/spiritually right
in the ZeroZone pocket
of just Right EarthNursing balance.

Finding right religion
in natural/spiritual sensory experience;
your own phenomenological journey
embeds our shared ontological history
of sensory
neurological reweaving
re-ligioning psychological
left/right
yang/yin ancient sensory co-arising climax
of co-awareness,
consciousness,
co-operative con-scientiousness,
Ego/Eco-Systemic Balance.

My son’s 7th Day Adventist
Black Lives Matter
Haitian-American straight male nurse responds,

“Thank you.
That’s true.”

“Where can I find this shirt?
I would like one to wear
to our church picnic.
My extended Right spiritual family
will have many paniced health questions.”

And concerns
about green democratic wealth, I add.

“And, as you say,
some surprisingly grateful
gospel faith
anticipations.”

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Turquoise Communion

Eastern non-violent communion teachers
pass along a sacred tradition
that enlightened moments
of healthy integral life
predict wealth optimizing death
of future moments
for verbal left-hemisphere dominant
society of Man v Woman,
Yang v Yin
Left v Right bicameral
bilateral co-arising
Life/Death balancing resilience,
regenerate/degenerate

Organic/ergodic
ionic/bionic/ironic good-humored energy
electing electrically transporting wealth
of non-violent choices
to more resonantly balance
decisions toward propulsion
with repulsion,

More fully leaving discontinuous acts
and dissociative scenes
and dissonant communication
for indigenous multicultural Turquoised
ultra-nonviolet
ancient full moon celebrations

Vacationing at enspirited home
within sensory sexual climaxes
without residual sensual needs
to transport further aggression
where good win/win healthiest wealth
could not return toward red and angry life
on Earth’s most beautiful green/blue
frames restoring Justice

In EarthTribe’s multicultural society
at Peace,
rest,

Just distant enough from efficient death
to remember intimate generosity
transporting communions
recalling richest green/blue Life
for healthy non-violent EarthSystems.

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Twitching Chakras

There is something sacred
about sphincter natural functions,
slow milking
and fast plunging
bilateral structures of Pleasure,
Nutrition,
Energy,

And warm wet
spiritually dynamic
chakras
of bicameral heart
and mind
and root

Twitching,
opening to unwillingly close again
in anxiety, negatively,
and in anticipation of more,
positively wider,
deeper,
frictionless,
without dissonance,

Letting go, yet demanding urgent return,
and grasping rhythmically on
toward all that embodies baseline energy
of win/win cooperative ecopolitical chakras

Leading up and down
toward tensed
and thrusting spines

Spiraling toward climaxing spiritual mind
and lusty strings of regenerate embodiment
for future NatureSpirits

With senses
longing to smell fertile YangFathers
to taste nutritional Yang roots
and seeds
with moist mouths
and wombs
and with our YinStretched Chakras
of immensely impressive
multicultural climate repressions,
multigenerational cultural depressions.

Pleading for ThrustOpen
and SlowClose Sesame
further warming developments,

Future imagined health services
of twitching
winking
blinking
sucking nurturing
milking bicameral minds
and hearts
and other regeneratively positive parts

To share
and care
and bare
vulnerable
transparent
co-passionate non-violent verbal
and non-verbal comm-unification,

Empowering win/win investments
Enlightening lovely
romantic
politically cooperative entrapment
enwrapment

CoArising Left
as also CoGravitating Right
co-operatively twitching
sacred energy chakras.

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Of Death Then Life

Death and life
are a degenerate/regenerate transformation
of negative/positive energy,
space flowing time’s sustaining identity;

Therapeutic transubstantiation
for those with ecopolitical maturity,
to sensory
sensual,
even sexual, power identify
with all generations before;

And, for those who have
communed
compassioned
communificated
with generous
grateful sufficiency,
transforming humane regenerators
yet to arrive

On spiraling
revolutionary Earth,
born of sacred EarthMother’s
primal metamorphic eucharist,
attachment
creation
recreation,
healthing green
and wealthing blue
and ultra non-violet regenesis.

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Looking for Love in Right Places

I find
hear
see
right hemisphere prominently feel,

But cannot quite touch
something sexy
about left/right cooperatively resonant
waves of wealthy ego-rooting
eco-rooted health.

I suppose
whether felt as sexy
or more generically sensory,
depends on neurological origin
and completion
of sensory information
and climatic exportation.

Spiritual resonance experiences qualities
of our multicultural
EarthBound journey together
and apart

As naturally resilient outcomes
of felt left/right integrity,
glimpsed and heard
when resonantly touched,
bring consensual pleasure

And,
sometimes,
as inclusively appropriate
invited
graced,

Sensually sexy disciplines
of physical passion,
metaphysical waves
of revolutionary
resonant compassion
minding
and reminding
20/20 loving insight
through restoring
by healing
global EarthJustice integrity,
sensory spirit of sexual nature.

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Moving Through Urgent Forests

I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,

And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,

Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,

But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.

When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
self-serving
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.

Sensuality
is more interdependent,
co-relational,
co-empathic
co-passioning
integral
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
inhilling
and exhilling.

Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,

Contradicted
against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,

And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.

Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
messiahs
boddhisattvas,
ecofeminists one and all,
say
and do,
ride
and walk
and talk
with integrity’s most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
reassur-dance
transcendent/intimate
global/local health potential.

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Damp Grey Climate

On rain drenched mornings
words may feel too heavy
to absorb dense Truth,

May smell too bleached
to taste thin Beauty,

May sound too restrictive
to recreate revolutionary visions.

Yet, absence of words
may sound too drenched
in universal drizzle
to comfort,
to circulate lively blood
for warm interior climate cleansing

Rain water
distilling
tomorrow’s more fertile
silent soil
silk skinned soul.

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Winter’s Writing Choices

Approaching winter…

OK, maybe encroaching mid-winter
of life’s seasonal span
with resonantly compelling grace,
perhaps even transparent vulnerability,
feels controversial,
too laissez-faire

Too much courage
in declaring preliminary success
with too little curiosity
about what happens next
on planet Earth

Continuing to revolve all four seasons
dynamics
holistic lenses.

I recall the poet’s admonition
to not go quietly
into this winterish
cold night.

Life’s final reflective opportunity
does not invite quiet
so much as impassioned peace
of a windless snowfall
blanketing all I can see
and more faintly hear,
touch and awkwardly feel,
smell and bittersweetly taste
unsafe passage.

I recently moved from autumn habitat,
a creative tension between summer’s midlife climax
and this new winter habit
above Connecticut’s exquisite Salmon River.

This is a compromised writer’s winter hermitage
shared with my son who cannot speak
but can roar,
who cannot walk by himself
but can scoot
and belly laugh at his own internal sensations
and my external sensational sounds.

And, following Daquan
from my fall habitat
to winter’s eremetical search for peace,
however coldly displaced,
with social
and political
and spiritual
and natural distancing,

Behind Daquan
are daily in-home nurses
and his most avid companion,
my romantically distanced husband.

He comes bearing gifts
of clothes,
cleaning supplies,
far too much meaty food
for a proper hermitage
and not enough
for sufficient redemption
and for self-forgiveness.

He comes unaware of my ecofeminist wintering spirit,
longing for Earth’s warm womb justice
restoring peace
resilient through all four seasons
of present
past
and future Earth lives.

My ecofeminist lineage
feels too white to him,
not a journey for him
and our two brown sons
and my brown and cerebral palsied daughter
and Daquan.

So, this writer’s winter hermitage
remains newly compromised by past fall
and summer
and even spring
of extended multicultural family life.

May it always be so
or no,
I’m not sure which to pray for
or against
as I quietly write
into this warm and peaceful night,
just right,
not too dim or bright.

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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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Fundamental Correctness

Healthy robust meditation,
taught
in diverse schools of thought,
theological
through ecological,
biological,
psychological
sociological
and neurological,
begins with correct posture.

But, “correct” does not mean
only one orthodox way.

Correct
is more about medians
than evangelical means,
favoring balance,
centering practice.

Correct
accommodates diversity,
cultural differences
and universal similarities
of humane bicameral consciousness.

Correct posture,
like correct theology
and correct understanding
of ecological relationship,
is about polyphonic correlation
and not monoculturing stagnation.

Yet, correct posture,
correct health care,
correct political and economic relationships,
are not merely subjective,
not merely “relative”

Any more or less than correct theories of relativity
are merely subjective,
chaotic,
degenerative,
entropic.

Rather, correct postures,
frames,
forms of discernment,
notice,
healthy curiosity,
good humor,
structure,
transparent networks,
resilient systems,
are correct
as they are in left/right
west/east
north/south
ego/eco balancing relationship,
noticing tipping points

Toward Yang’s natural revolutions
in mountainous significant space
and Yin’s spiritual evolutions
co-arising spiraling valleys of time

Where polypathic relationship
correctly resonates
polyphonic resilience.

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