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Once Upon a Reservation

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess…

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times…

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit
multilanguaged unencultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit equally well
in the same Reservation Stew.

For some,
these new places were a somewhat different temperate zone,
not home, but not hell either,
and therefore tolerable,

But basically mistrusted
as a nongift
from an alien,
arrogant,
too-privileged,
undemocratic,
irresponsible Great White Father
authoritarian figure
of incomprehensibly irresponsible speech–
as if you could actually own water
and soil
and airwaves
and healthy polycultural forests,
and oceans,
or even MotherEarth Herself.

For others,
all of the above,
plus insufferably claustrophobic paranoia,
serious mental and physical disabling survival issues
and a diseased failure to thrive,
especially for the young and old,
and maybe the mother gardeners,
and wanna-be EarthRooted SacredGarden Mothers.

Today we can still see disabling remnants,
sometimes oppressive Reservation Group Homes,
DayCare NonCenter WayStations,
NonTherapeutic Nursing Homes
and Special InsideOnly Classroom Schools,
designed by a sinister failure to listen
to outdoor disabled voices

A failure to multiculturally listen
for polycultural health/wealth optimization
health standards,
dearest.

…What she said,
And, how much time have we invested in listening
to hurt children
and really confused hormone-appropriate adolescents,…

Don’t talk about unhealthy sexual non-relational deprivation,
love,
It’s too vulnerable a topic
for your Poetry Club Meeting.

…What she said,
And listening to immature adults with physical disabilities,
and defeated,
wrinkled,
bent over weeping willows
with no idea when they were last held
and loved as a fully cherished Ego

Person, old Positive Psychologist,
not Ego,
Valued persons here in this sacred space,
this Earth NonReservation Place.

A fully cherished person
would not have been shipped off to the Reservation
where everyone knows
we are all able to grow in multicultural love…

With polycultural health outcomes.

What s/he said,
And “Special” home or classroom
or therapeutic habitat
does not necessarily mean better
or healthier,

And, for some,
“Special” seems to grow pathologically worse.

Or at least
Seems to not grow any better long-term vibrant health.

Right,
our disability Reservations
appear to be further dis-enabling
as health-optimizing nutritional habitats
As compared with wealthy green environments
filled with organic eco/ego-therapeutic parents
and teachers
of Food and Fuel and Fiber MultiSensory Justice
for All.

Especially for all disabling side-by-side siloed residents
living in primarily inside-voices habitats
without the music and dance,
voices and movements
of NatureSpirit’s Great EarthTribe,
First RightBrain prominent
non-languaged
secular/sacred Elders,
all equally WinWin emerging
from EarthMother’s polyculturing…

Really?
Now I would have gone with
Nature/Spirit multiculturing…

ZeroZone WinWin warm-wet-Womb.

Kind of a pre-revolutionary
post-millennial
WWW cooperative health optimizing place

With non-reservation Real SpaceTime 4D WealthTrends.

Much too transparent
and creolizingly vulnerable.
Let’s get back to dreams
of building better outdoor classrooms,
FourSeason porches
and greenhouses
and organically resilient gardens
and decks
and seaside docks,
observation platforms
for worshiping NatureSpirit Earth Voices,
radiant skin caressing Beauty,
look and feel of green wildgrass containers
in raised beds
for sensory hand play
and lower,
for naked foot massages,
back-rub rocks
and historic trails of shade embracing MotherTrees
reforesting a therapeutic nutritional Planet…

Don’t forget natural lighting
and a preference for clean and radiation-safe air,
more music and less bombing and sirens
and automated ballistics
ricocheting inside classrooms…

And sufficient pure-flowing water,
so clear
we can remember Antelope and Buffalo Elders
drinking from nearby streams…

And Eagles,
Don’t forget to mention the Eagles and Hawks…

What about the Doves?

Too redundant…
Not your primary audience.

And recycling hydropower mills,
Awesome rain chains
and solar panels
and wind turbines
and resonant chimes
and harmonic bells
and prisms
for inside rainbow light
where candlelight
would not feel resiliently safe.

I fear we have veered far off our original
raised-bed reservation.

I miss the music of my colonizing youth.

But not the Muse,
apparently.

Transparently?

Not for us to say
on this enabling health and nutrition
and food
and fuel
and WinWin fibrous network Way.

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Problems with Number 45

Donald John!

Didn’t your mother teach you?
We do not aim our scissors
at our allies
when they ask us
to share our dangerously cutting weapons.

We also do not run over our best customers.
When we play more nicely with the playground bullies
than with our cooperative allies.
then we soon have no reliable friends
and more empowered predators.
But,
that’s not what they paid us
in passing grades
to do and say
when I went to real property
Predation and Commodification School.
Donald John!

Didn’t your daddy teach you
Choose your positive and resilient Vocational Teachers
as health wealthy wise
as available
at the lowest possible price?

Preaching how to apply:
Win for Planet Earth
Win for all polyculturing Plants
and Win for growing healthy People
polypathic
ego/eco-therapeutic
triple bottom-line
sacred principles of Golden CoOperative Rule?

That doesn’t sound, or even smell, much like him.
Maybe.
We’ll have to see, won’t we?
If so, probably one of his adult ADHD elevator speeches
and my hands were grabbing
for other busyness acquisitions.
Donald John!

Didn’t your parents teach you
This is the moment
more attentive minds
might gratefully ask
why I ask?
What did you ask again?
I’m not sure if I was hearing
an inappropriate ecofeminist question.

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The Princess Smells Like Pee

Once upon this time
Princess Yang
yells her dad,
You are an ugly king!

This, even before her usual
Good morning, daddy.

Her ugly King responds,
Princess Yang
looks and sounds just like me.

You are a pickle hamburger
and its raining here,
she responds,
somewhat randomly

It is raining pee
if you ask me
nose
and you are doing your private rain dance
too well,
said King Daddy.

You are the King
and the Princess and the Prince
and the Queen
and the UglyQueen StepMother
living happily ever after,
declared his awestruck Princess.

The End?
gratefully asked the King
of Yang eco-domination.

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Love Through All Seasons

What does it mean to you
to be loved
right here
where you live and breathe,
eat and occasionally shower?

What value would you give
my investment of mutual regard?

Do you know
you can love
and be loved
for who you are right now?
And for that sainted sinner
you inevitably will become,
and for all those you have been
since first I laid eyes on you,
and smelled you,
and listened for your still small
and large voices.

Love cannot be reduced
and confined
to just one tense,
or even two
with those we are committed to
and for;
And best spreads across
all four seasons
of sacred change.

Love is limited
only by mistrusting imagination,
WinLose dissonant assumption,
reductions of sacred organic integrity
to secular strategic mendacity,
deducted images distancing us
confining what I know and feel
for you and us up to now,

Not disregarding
or over-valuing
past and potential future
wealth for what feels safe for us today
to believe and hope,
our reviving health
tomorrow.

 

When winters hand out plastic bottled lemon juice
and grieving onions
too long endured,
I would like to trade some for limes
and grateful southern summer garlic
if you have those
to share.

Together
we might make lemon-lime local aid
and add community’s basic bullion
for regenerate harvest
building stone multiculturing soup,
green vegetarian
and redmeat simmering stews.

When life hands us lemons
and FixIt unpeeling onions
Earth invites rebirthing us
to re-imagine all four seasons
and three tenses together
our re-creolizing cacophany
with restoring beverage
of healthy re-changing choice
for loving peace as resilient ecojustice.

Love of who and what,
when and where,
and why until just us again,
revisiting community polycultural outdoor worship
during summer health-climax

And on through fall harvest,
and yet another inevitable winterish lemon
of creolizing discontent,
stuck inside
liturgical long-range extended family garden planning
plotting worshiping community love redevelopment,
global song and dance sacred restoration,
healthy-wealth of peace

As integrity of love
for WinWin organic choices
changing four-seasons from above
as below,
without
as within.

 

 

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Seen But Not Heard

I remain stuck
and struck
by children to be seen behaving
but preferably not heard
regardless of behavior,

But especially not heard criticizing their WiseElders
or, probably worse, mimicking them;
although some parents,
especially grandparents,
do see mimicry as graceful flattery
and occasionally a disgraceful lesson–
our children hope to see and hear us
behaving healthy, in return.

This feels very like future employees
to be seen functioning properly
according to corporate wealth-enculturing rules
and not to be heard
criticizing their WiseSuperiors.
Which may have nothing to do
with seniority or merit or wisdom,
much less all three,
or with WinWin supervisory therapeutic skills.

Seen obeying
and not heard criticizing
also feels like an evangelical fundamentalist
of God is Win
and the Devil makes us Lose–
a fascist punisher of bad behavior
and intrusive colonizing speech

Waiting his patriarchal turn
to play God
getting retributive even
bullying those disgraceful not listened to
rather than loving all (green) seen
as graceful learning DNA/RNA eco-mimicry.

Work That Reconnects
Future Searches
for God as cooperative Gaian Hypothesis,
syncretic PositivEnergy Democratic co-facilitators,
disciples of healthy grateful co-listening,
taking graceful health-directing turns

ReConnecting parents with children who watch
and act
and grow
with pride of co-creation
listening to EarthTribe voices
with polycultural
mnultigenerational compassion

These FutureSeekers
and developers
do not monoculturally confine
restorative voices of OrthodoxGod
to retributive NotSoWise PunishingElders.

WinWin CoDesigners
appreciate each voice of sacred dignity
including Wise NewBorn Integrity,
yang still with yin delight
Ego co-arising Sacred ElderEco.

Patriarchal doers
and global movers
and planet shakers,
but not plant terrorists and punishers,
are also FirstNation Matriarchal
holy global spirit-listeners,
from whom we originally Gaia re-incarnated,

Heard DNA with RNA more solidarity empowered
PositivEnergy Democracy
restoratively therapeutic
and seen less
as non-violent cooperative weakness.

And yet,
even with all that said
and probably not a prayer of being heard,
I remain stuck
and struck
by children to be seen
and preferably not heard
by God
and Allah
and parents
and future WinLose punishing employers,
monoculturing owners and colonizers
more than polyculturing co-operators
and DNA-RNA WiseElder creolizers.

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Vitamin D

I have a youngest sunny D
an improvising third of four
in third quarter beating maleness rhyme.

He wears the greatest many hats
but only one spirit-timed
Hippocratic
convocation
evocation.

He sings and shouts
C Major 7th inside voices
and outdoor D minor diminishments.

I have a youngest son named D,
improvising three for four
communicating RightBrain dominant
rhythmic looping sound vocations,
invocations
vacations
easier on my WiseElder
matriarchal years
counted in and by and with
AnimaMundi’s
robust
Plan D.

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The Admirable Admirer

I did not understand his visit,
it’s timing
or purpose
nor he mine, I suppose.

I would have asked
but Why?
felt better as a mystery
or magic
or in-between
explored by mythic listening
and passionate watching.

He was tall
slender
muscular without too much diesel Yang,
Graceful
and ecstatic
to see me again
after all these in-between years.

I was on an urgent mission
to rescue two wounded children
from uncertain surgical government
absence of healing care
but had to stop
as he approached
as if I were the only person
in all of Sacred EarthTribe
he had ever loved,
could love,
would love

But “should love”
that was my question
about why this visit
now
when I was so otherwise committed,
exhausted really.

Before I could explain
about my perennial rescue mission
he wanted to share with me
how remarkable his friend
who adopted
two complexly hurt children.

His enthusiasm was contagious
and comforting
What I needed to hear
to feel I merited his handsome smile
happy eyes
his intimately frank appraisal
of having been found good,
worthy in more ways than one
if I know what he means.

If he is this excited
about his friend
on a new rescue mission
for climate health of innocence
how enthused might he become
when I tell him
I am a struggling therapeutic parent
of four complex and discarded post-millennials,
inching toward our peaceful revolution,
restoring self with other love
integrity.

But he was gone
with the morning alarm
before we had time
to consummate this fabulous exchange
of mutual admiration.

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