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MidStream Revolutions

When a plant
an organism
a biological system
is young,
this is nature’s season
for segregation and simplification,
specialization.

Time to ego grow internally
toward full flowering
and re-seeding maturation.

Just so,
when a plant,
an ecosystemic planet,
an individual’s lifetime,
a nation-state’s cultural lifeline
reaches historic maturity,
mid-life crises of climates and landscapes reverse direction,
reverse patriarchal dominance
to patriot-matriotic ecobalancing isms,
so that what had been WinWin ecopolitical recessive
must become species dominant for continuing healthy outcomes.

MidLife Systems tip toward new-dominant norms
emphasizing integrity over segregation,
polypathic and polyphonic-nutritional complexity
over Either/Or
Win/Lose
LeftBrain dominant over-simplification.

Both/And
matriarchal
reverse-hierarchical
midlife crisis revolutions
reweave purpose and meanings of day and night together,
life and co-redemptive losses and suffering,
Yang strength and Yin-flowing nurture,
polycultural integrity
revolutionarily new-delineating
notnot bilateral LoseLose segregations of history,
suddenly opening new vistas for cultural creolization,
WinWin complex resolutions
for natural cultures sustaining balancing climates
of ego/ecosystemic harmonic health.

When we are young,
post-revolutionary embryonic,
we develop toward maturity
through deductive dominance of simplifications
and segregating cultures and language.
Yet, to grow into grace-abundant harvest,
summer’s Yang vigor
increasingly embraces Yin’s flowing integrity
and interdependent cooperative networks
of bilateral-appositional politics,
dipolar co-arisings
of old simplifications in newly resonant amplifications
to support future and past and present regenerations,
cultures of health,
integrating both internal economic climates
and external political nurturing landscapes.

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I Believe

I don’t believe children could or would distinguish between
what is naturally healthy or pathological
and what is spiritually wealthy or anemic
any more than they would distinguish between economic health
and political wealth of power,
energy,
nutrition,
fuel,
strength and nurturing endurance.

And I believe adults are irrationally LeftBrain dominant misled,
and misleading,
to believe otherwise.

When I listen to my kids
before I begin to share my guilts and shames
and internal violence and fears and angers,
occasionally they remind me
we all started out as grace-filled immigrants
into Earth’s matriarchal sacred embrace.

Although,
it was easier to hear this reminder
when they were still newborn.

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Rivers Revolving Crises

In backyards of my history
lies a tidal river
of ebb and flow revolutions.

These revolutions are normally no-news evolutions
back up toward headwaters of crisis and opportunity,
diastatic and polyphonic purest capital boundary roots
for future’s river flow investment
out-flowing down
from Earth’s absorbing rain
back through tributaries
toward saltwater seas of creolizing cultures,
estuary bounded
vulnerable fertile forests
in deep blue lagoons,
anthro-roots of historic habitation preference.

Preference for normal downstream flow
of peaceful evolution
following wiser councils.
Uncivil and international strivings paddle more violently upstream
merely to tread equivalent water,
stuck in midway-revolutioning
ambivalence about criminal necessities
of both WinLose capital gives and takes of violence
about our historic civil rights
to simply revolve around
to float WinWin downstream
with time to sing and dance together
more harmoniously
heading for Earth’s shared polyculture forest
Paradise of globally non-violent,
and well-fed, democracy.

Democracy has swung both ways
across my USA lifetime.
Sometimes revolutionary fighting
toward purity ideals of heavenly headwaters,
inspired by conserving dreams of where
and when
and how and why
our river of democratic loving leisure started,
in austere glacial yet matriarchal mountains
of alpine womb regenerativity,
bright and thin-aired climates
yet already trickling with deep rich promise
as this river’s economy tumbles down
both healthy wealth
and pathological abuse
of toxically competing poverties
among nutrition’s spiritually diverse dynamics.

Dynamics of feeding and bleeding rivers
feel not yet ecotherapeutically known,
yet ecologically
and psychologically
and even democratically
and global multiculturally felt and already heard
as absence of dissonant ecopolitical waters.

No regenerate river can bleed investments
downstream toward political enculturing forests
except what has been co-invested fed-in upstream
evolving cooperative nurturing streams
flowing economically healthy downstream.

Downstream revolutions
are caused by history’s upstream co-invested evolutions.

Evolution along this democratizing river history
prefers to AnthroParadise arrive
within Earth’s blue lagoon fullness,
emerging from headwaters of capital investment
cooperatively flowing down and out
to become caught where most needed
by future generations
longing for eternal peace,
yet finding daily violence
in nationalistic
supremacist,
often patriarchal,
voices.

Voices violating tidal rivers silence have not yet listened
to learn
deepy etched peaceful river revolutions.

When rivers are yet young and steep
and still bedrock stoned
with our own internal needy cultures,
we overfeed gravity’s urgent pull
down and out into salty seasons
of confusing chaotic surge and surf.

Surfing revolutions of peaceful tidal rivers
are sweetest
in deep creolizing histories of matriarchal family
and tribal peace-keeping cooperative revolutions,
slow-evolving rich soil striation,
river double-boundaries by WinWin consensus.

WinWin consensual tidal rivers
flow back to re-invest in capital producing austerity
of ego-eco concentric flowing purpose,
to conjoin again
back down and out
creating forested economic views
and deep creolizing dreams
of slow rhythms
rich blues
dancing in and out,
up and down,
singing democracy
back and forth,
breathing in history’s peaceful evolutions
with acrid burning and burying violent revolutions
to breathe downstream and out
peace intending rivers
co-revolutioning awareness,
bleeding ebb of matriarchal opportunity
and feeding flow of patriarchal crisis.

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Contagious Gratitudes

Honey,
sometimes I feel my grateful care-giving
for our mutual care-receiving
grows increasingly under-valued by you
and so,
perhaps for that reason,
also under-valued by me.

Are you suggesting,
my generous lover,
that positive gratitude,
like negative attitude,
is contagious?

Yes, that.
But also I worry
you believe your ultimate gratitude
for my generosity
is to apathetically receive ever more of my care,
rather than to repay in-kind
over our relational time together.

Does expressing my gratitude
with civil please and thank yous
and you are greatly welcome
and with I owe you
some good care-receiving in return
count as at least partial care-giving repayment?

Yes,
and so would taking out the recycling basket
when you fill it,
rather than just leaving it over-flowing
with your Earth-resident care-giving
for me to take out
for us,
as if I were your care-giving robot
nutritionally-compensated for a robust future
by your mere past care-receiving
patriarchal presence
within us.

Are you suggesting
the absence of my care-giving actions
speaks louder
than the presence of my care-giving words?

Something like that, yes.

Well, thanks for that future care-optimizing feedback.

You are quite welcome
to act with care
even before you speak of our mutual care.

Is the recycle basket overflowing
with my care-giving again?

I thought you might have noticed
when your glass bottles
fell to the floor.

Oh,
I thought that was just matriarchal Earth’s gravity
saying ThankYou.

No,
that’s Her way of saying
it’s past time to clean up your care-giving act.

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FullColor Revolution

We might
we must
we mightily engage color’s radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity’s tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby release
this collective stranglehold on white
as might
and right
or fight
absence of color’s ecological transparency,
vulnerability becoming
whichever rhythms and patterns
and designs embraced by history’s plutocracies,
aristocracies of inherited reasons
and power over multiculturing regard
for more nuanced beauty
as shading good and graduating vital
dense and high and deep and rich
refracting black’s full unweaving potential
in wheels
and spirals,
octaves of transmorphing
resounding form
with fertile major and minor functions;
prime polynomials
and sublime notnot fully stretching spiral binomials.

Earth is no more
as simple as white over black
emerging from dualdark
before color-fractal light
than merely patriarchal competitions
or matriarchal cooperations;
color speaks and thinks,
resonates and resolves and reweaves
more richly promising
than polarizing extremes,
neither black nor white
possible
or probable
much less primary
without triaged enlightenment
inducting from within,
deducting with without,
hypostatic co-arisings
of sacred-secular
heavenly Light bespeaking Earth nutrition’s humus
humming
singing
ringing left as ultra
with right as violet,
black dipolar light
less bright,
spilling shades of grey
to red and blue
yellow green
in-between
just right spacetime
ego-eco balancing
identities dipolar
inducting from embryonic matriarchs
deducing with wisdom’s wealth of reasons
for and of
within and yet beyond
regenerating dipolar seasons
revolving revolutions,
time’s color passing
passioning promise,
integrity of speciating spectral
hue and cry
time and pitch
resonant polypathic
polyphonic
polyculturing outcomes
polynomial Earth resolving
harmonics.

We are so statically
and strategically stuck
between exegetical polarities of black on white
and transparency of white supremacy
over black opaque mysteriously unexplored
unappreciated
under-valued rich density,
matriarchs riding co-passioning patriarchs
and patriarchs overpowering matriarchs,
we miss robust complexity
midway between
where all our best and brightest
ecopolitical opportunity
awaits
our reawakening
full-color claims of freedom
strains of rights
blends of fearless liberty
gathering redolent resonance.

Each of us,
regardless of our position on Earth today
has emerged continuously from cooperative matriarchal embryonics
back through time,
across diversity of organic species,
on back to synergetically regenerate organisms
singing
ringing back as forth,
our polyphonic full-fractal spectrum between
within
beyond grey-scale lines
of black Yang fully interdependent
loving white Yin empty
potential
polypathic promise.

 

 

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Journeys with Fr. Time

Hi!
I’m Sister EarthChild
journalist with Youth Radio
speaking with Mother Time,
who recently published her hilarious
“Journeys With Father Time:
Wasted Journals of Mother Time.”

First, I want you to know
I’ve been reading your book
as if it were my own story.
So, why the “wasted” journals?

Mother Time:
Our issues of apparent matriarchal waste
in cooperative nature
may be better grasped
as ecosystemic boundary issues,
between Fr. Time’s Journey
and my Journal,
confined to the back pages
of history.

And, yet,
my point is this waste is a self-fulfilling prophecy.

Energy and resources from one organism,
invested in one species,
contribute to supporting deductive lower-order
consumer co-owned foodchain providers
and
supported by
inductive higher-order ecosystem nurturers,
WinWin matriarchal cooperative networks,
political relationships,
economic transactions.

Apparent deductive decomposing waste
feedback re-investments
to help cooperatively maintain
our spiraling flow of energy
and sacred environmental seasonal stability
for all transitioning organisms,
great and small.

So my matriarchal journals
are about wastes of history,
when matriarchal cooperative ecopolitical systems
were not yet fully commodified
and were under-invested
of and for more cooperative values
of democratic trust
and mutual freedoms,
rights and lefts together.

Sister EarthChild:
You talk funny.
Are you asking us to reconsider
matriarchal waste as symbiotic exchange
between and within partnering Patriarchs with Matriarchs?
And, if so,
pardon me,
but isn’t that rather an old school invitation?

M. T.
Journeys With Father Time
are nutritional gambles,
where even trees hedge our bets,
extracting nutrients from old leaves
before recycling,
freely absorbing as needed
when needed,
but no more.
And, if less,
we do not blame them
for wasting what they never had to give.

S. E.
You say,
of your journeys in dialogue with Fr. Time,
“these are sustained by resource richness
producing excess dissonant waste,
re-investments supporting higher
yet denser
co-evolving
creolizing
nutritionally healthy outcomes.”
Is that faith
in the supremacy of cooperation
over competition,
do you think?
I was just wondering,
trying to follow the regenerative string
of your co-creation story.

M. T.
We can look at matriarchal history
to find apparent RightBrain waste
as potential LeftBrain abundance.
Over time,
unused resources
become energy sources for something other,
some polypathic nutritional system
of Earth’s co-intelligence.
This is a liberating process,
but freedom of authority
including responsible limits on cooperatively available energy,
within any one journey,
one time,
one space,
limits of polypathic diversity,
pressured through competitions
about what is waste and what is of healthy value,
yet continuously within WinWin
co-absorbing regenerativity.

S. E.
Any final thoughts?
We’re almost out of time.

M. T.
Almost out of time for Patriarchy Knows Best Journeys.
To your generation of sisters,
work on lower carbon-cost investments
for re-investing deductive/inductive
decompositional journalistic materials,
themes,
lesson plans,
designs for regenerative network building.

S. E.
And, I guess we’ll have to leave you with that.
Whatever that was.
Now,
can we talk about my favorite story,
The Rise and Fall of Roman-Capitalist Colonialism?

M. T.
Oh, really?
That’s your favorite?
The one where the Patriarchal God of Love
builds ballistic bombs and bullets
so we can militarize and criminalize
future generations
worshiping this Patriarchal God of Loving Mistrust,
made in our own memories
of further travels with Fr. Time?

S. E.
Yes, that one!
Kind of a mix of gothic horror
with operatic tragic-comedy.

M. T.
I think that’s my favorite wasted journal entry too.

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Cain and Abel

The story of Cain and Abel
is also a history of Yang and Yin
when pitted against each other
rather than regeneratively struggling with creative tensions.

Cain was a hunter,
a predator
killing other blooded species
for nutritional purposes,
competing against other self-defensive creatures.

Abel was a gatherer,
a farmer
nurturing facilitation of multi-generational non-blooded species
also for nutritional purposes,
cooperating with other defenseless creations
other than a few thorny challenges
to Abel’s happier WinWin harvest,
unmarked by gore and heart-stopping death.

God loved both
just as they were.
But Cain,
always hunting in a presumed WinLose competitive forest
against other food-chain species,
became concerned that God loved Abel more,
then jealous,
then angry and impatient with feelings of inferiority,
inadequacy,
somehow diseased in projected sacred eyes
for harvesting as was his preference.

Not really Cain’s choice;
just his patriarchal Yangish way,
in contrast to Abel’s more matriarchal Yin-nurturing way
to worship and digest God’s grace
of health nurturing wealth,
nutritional promise.

It was easier for Abel to see
that God blessed both patriarchal hunters
and matriarchal gatherers
to cooperate together
for mutual nutritional purposes,
and healthiest outcomes.

Abel was able to recognize
Yang’s dipolar co-arising value with Yin,
predation and integration,
competition within a cooperatively democratic household
of co-redeeming economies.

Cain’s jealousy crisis
grew into malignantly chronic despair,
until what was not of patriarchal competitions
he treated as matriarchal waste
of God’s wiser Yangish potential,
thereby creating God in Cain’s own image
rather than God’s hybrid nondual potential,
loving both Yang and Yin together
nondually co-arising cooperativity.

So, Cain laid Abel to waste,
he drained Yin’s nurturing blood,
creating dissonance and dismay and death
where YangLeft and YinRight
were meant to competitively cooperate
their mutually controlling nurture
abundantly regenerate
together.

Yet matriarchal nurture
of cooperative WinWin self-organizing,
internally reorganizing,
political systems and economic networks
are not mere waste of failed patriarchal competing
unto monocultural degenerate despeciating outcomes.
Unless we both Left and RightBrain choose
to see our bilateral selves
that bipolar competitive
and insane
way.

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Bad News Gospels

The Gospels share a negative understory,
thematic across all four.

However diverse these four voices may be
in describing and delineating Messianic love,
and political-economic priorities for poor spirits,
all four are univocal with anecdotal warnings:
If you are on the supremely powerful hoarding side
referring to those less fortunate than your enlightened self
as mere cowards
and traitors
and sinners
being who they marginally are,
as they perhaps criminally are,
for acting out insanely,
as they compulsively,
but not long-term nurturingly, will,
then you are on a wrong side
of co-redemptive ecopolitical action;
the wrong side of the GoodNews Gospels.

Blaming the victims
of poverty and ecopolitical marginalization
of abuse and neglect,
of addiction and victimless criminalization,
is the Gospel-condemned hypocrisy
of desecrating Pharisees
and Sadducees,
Publicans
and other clericalist malignant Aristocrats,
Caesars breeding Mammon
rather than CoMessiahs breathing Manna.

If we create an old with new blend of Jesus
as Solomon,
a more positive Gospel message
invites discerning issues of freedoms and rights to say
and/or do and not do
by asking ourselves, and each other:

Will this democratize freedoms to love,
to participate
to cooperate
to look for WinWin resolutions?

And, will this build higher boundaries around monoculturing restrictions
toward further WinLose anger,
fear,
intolerance,
chronic hatreds,
while excusing hypocrisies
of supremacists calling themselves on the side of defusing love’s barriers,
removed from cowards,
losers,
soft on healthy defense,
fostering long-term economic disaster areas,
deniers of LeftBrain healthy nondual co-realities,
detractors from patriarchal capital-obsessed evolutionary self-aggrandizing theories
as more culturally important
than Matriarchal-ReGenerative CoOperation Stories
about Messiahs
and wise guys, royal as humble-servant birth
of healthy,
courageously cooperative,
mutually trusting and vulnerable ecopolitics.

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ReMembering Mortality

I wonder if something essential
to my individual identity,
our diverse ego centers,
must become recognized as waning,
on it’s
my
decomposing way toward death,
absence of hope for infinite future physical ego-integrity,
before it becomes possible to grab on to CoOperative Promise
with my more inductive eco-centering feeling left hand
to grow again from non-dominant
embryonic RightBrain organic seasonal beginnings
of listening for global multicultural integrity,
that matriarchal matters more, some Advent seasons,
and equally, during transitional birthing seasons,
and sometimes less revolutionary
yet still dipolar co-arising ego’s relentless waning.

Not just knowing death as incoming (0)-sum absence
of capacity to return love offered,
fear threatened,
but also gratitude for each eco-normative relationship
having become matriarchal integrity reborn,
some gone before already
and yet many to continue on
throughout this our eco-operating lines.

It is in my ego vulnerability
that Earth’s continuous matriarchal rebirth
grows reweaving
reborn,
both within my personal landscape
and across this our ecopolitical global climate.

 

 

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Laundering Her Accounts

New England’s late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.

She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why and how much of water
she consumed each day
each month
each year.

These numbers are written on ledgers of her mind
and asset hanging body.
Food
and heat
and phone service,
electricity
and water
and even some of her compost.
All off-site store
and on-line purchases.

Balancing thoughts nutritional,
sometimes toxic piles of consuming laundry lists
from diverse and fragrant markets.
This was an easy stroll
down double-entry accountability lane
compared to thinking through what she had produced.

Which reminded her to breathe
and about air.
The good air she had breathed all year.
She had no bill for services rendered,
in large part by the trees,
but the ecology and chemistry are complicated.
Still, no bill.

And what about all the bad air she had produced?
No one seemed likely to repay her.
At least not with kindness.

Yet she had also produced some good air,
and so had her daughters and sons.
And she had produced them,
without as much help as she might have preferred
for so much poopy laundry.

Come to think of it,
no one had sent much of anything
for her investments in retaining this planet
with capacity for self-naming Earth,
or any other name either
as far and deep as she could linguistically foretell.

She didn’t bring home a paycheck anymore.
That could have been a measure of her production value.
Yet she was not so sure
which part of all those hours
and years
would end up on the positive regenerative asset side
of self and other investing income
and how much was more degenerative and toxic.
Both trends paid the same in cash,
but not within her warm-washed heart.

This was her accounting problem.
She could measure consumption with her mind and body
but she wanted to balance her production values
and disvalues with her heart,
maybe only because her mind could not wrap around
the positive and negative productive garnering numbers.

What did she produce in healthy amounts?
Too much clean laundry or not enough?
And what else might she over-produce
in toxic overpopulating quantities?
Is this all her kids could be and hope for?
Her contribution to inhumane overpopulation
to further deteriorate Earth’s healthier climates.
What futures would these well-worn clothes cover?

This must not be enough.

So she talked and listened with other women she knew,
including her mother and grandmothers,
but also her daughters,
about how they cooperatively and competitively approached
their double-entry accountability issues.

One grandmother
made a conserving assumption
that all her breath was wasted,
so entered her heart-felt numbers
on Earth’s negative side–
we are intrinsically bad for other nature-spirits.
But also made her balancing assumption,
all her intakes of cash were sufficient in return.
An even exchange,
positive feedback capital
balancing all her bad breath outflow.
Her clothesline
carried only her own clothes.

Her other grandmother
spoke of a rule
her mother taught and listened to tape-measure through each day.
If she had some negative feedback to invest,
it must wait until she had completely played out
any positive feedback
she could honestly express.
In this way she could predict
her positive productions
at least 0-sum balancing
with her negative airs
and positions,
policies and partnerships,
pairs and repairs of pants and socks
and other relationships;
her economic and political productions
across her project lifeline.

She said her goal was to consume
at least as wisely balanced as she produced,
to give at least as well as she had taken.

Her daughter went on-line
to frame a women’s global cooperative.
And then she quantified her negative consumptions
of mind and body
against and with her positive heartbeats and breaths,
to see and hope and hypostatically hypothesize
thermodynamic ecopolitical balance
as 0-sum WinWin
cooperative ego/eco-systemic balance,
slow-growing her matriarchal cooperative laundry ownership
of this women and allies cooperative
transfer and exchange market
for healthier global climates.

She followed her daughter on-line
to co-mentor with her global sisters,
and allies,
how we can add and subtract,
divide and multiply
our cooperative positive mutual dividends
invested for each other
more than WinLose against.

This did not necessarily resolve her ecological balance sheet
but her daughter’s on-line cooperative intention and outcome bank
of entries,
nested by individual within local bioregion,
did resolve and resonate with her accounting
by double-entry
regenerative v degenerative 0-sum balance issue.

Now what was in and on her heart and breath,
was also expanding out through cooperating breasts and chests,
WinWin more than competitive WinLose.

What continued in patriarchal Washington,
and other capital-consuming cities,
hoarding breath ’til smoke-filled blue
denying Earth’s climating pathologies,
faded back somewhat from terrorizing view
because this hoarding vision of contemporary history
was no longer the only cooperative-competitive game in town,
and across Earth’s matriarchally treed forests,
networks,
embryonic organic networks,
regenerative and decomposing lines,
perennial spirals
recycling productive Yang with cooperative consuming yin-fractal DNA
seasonal 0-sum
WinWin reiterative primal relationships,
double-positive-binds,
not just light
but bright,
not just love
but polypathic beloving matriarchal communities
of and for healthy accounting balance sheets,
hung out to dry
on this sunny warm breeze May day.

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