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Why Ask Why?

Mommy,
why do we need Presidential Alerts
right now
before I’ve finished my ice-cream dessert?

Because he’s a scary guy
my son.

Why is he so scary?

Because he’s a bully against health
and patriotic loyalty to Earth’s future
multicultural life,
my well-nurtured daughter.

Why is he against health care?

He’s for his own wealth development.

Why is he for his own wealth care?

Because his mother never taught him
health care begins at home
and must have interdependent room
to spread out from there.

Why does health have to spread?

Because otherwise true wealth dies.

Why does wealth die?

Because Earth’s climate quickly turns
toward global degeneration.

Why is Earth going to hell?

Because we made some bad choices.

Who is We?
and why did We make bad choices?

Because We have bad habits
of settling for empty sovereignty
of a failing adult supremacy system.

Why is our system failing?

Because mature adults fail to ask enough questions
of ourselves,
and then with co-arising healthy others.

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Celebrating Heroes

I want to respond
to the retired Marine
who watched Democratic Congressional Leaders
during the State of our crippled Union event,
disappointed at how their patriotism,
their loyalty to sacred sacrifices of soldiers
appears too tepid,
jaded,
ungrateful
as compared to more thunderous enthusiastic applause
and standing ovations of Republican Leaders.

I have noticed this too
both during various national bipartisan rhetorical events,
and also within my conscientious objector self,
And I wonder about my own hesitation
to celebrate military heroism,
as if this were an oxymoron,
like military peace intelligence.

For me,
such internal heart-warming applause
is chilled by my own half-empty embarrassment
that I have gone through my recent months and years
perhaps too full of willing tolerance
for moral assumptions too big to fail,
that we are OK to predatively place
other men and women,
regardless of culture or religion or nationality,
and their necessarily neglected children,
in harms toxically unnecessary way.

An heroic investment
far too expensive for developing healthy persons,
plants,
or planet.

This is not how we wisely invest
in sacred Earth’s climates
and healthing cultures.

My celebration of military heroes
remains perennially muted
by my unease about planting future threats
by paying springtime federal taxes
because I conscientiously object,
for spiritual experience
and religious belief reasons,
how large the mountainous percentage
invested in threat of death and dying
and paying ever-mounting interest
on past military industrialized deficit
overheating budgets.

Stolen from potential health
and well-being
of Earth’s future generations
spread throughout all Earth’s sacred residents
now terrified of upcoming ballistic climates.

I should have tried harder,
more conscientiously,
to invest in restoring ballasts of co-operative climates.

So, I intend no disrespect
for courage
and honor
and heroes
for those who have survived
violence and
fear and
anger and
greed and
political pretensions of Elitists
too old to fight themselves,
but just rightwinged enough
to invest in further armaments,
and thereby profit nicely.

I feel no disrespect
for those who have not survived
and will not survive,
much less thrive in pathological death-culture.

But nationalistic applause
and praying for God’s blessings on U.S. First and Last,
Right or Wrong,
feel consciousness unsettling
when I experience God’s applause
for love and peace
and not our hate and
fear and
anger and
violence against each other,
regardless of religion or
culture or
national origin
or gender
or color
or age,
born,
long gone,
or yet unborn.

I know God too omnipotent and omnipresent
to respect inhumane national apartheid boundaries.

Heroes
are those who have gone well past their patriotic duty
far beyond what anyone could honestly
and reasonably ask,
beyond what most of us might expect of ourselves,

Especially while those left behind
remain in free-markets
to profit off the tanks
and submarines
and rifles soldiers bravely carry,
bullets and bombs they aim,
often at the even more profitable investments
of these same 1% Elite,
regardless of International Conglomerate Status.

For those who are persuaded
what was asked
was itself a positive democracy protecting moral act,
standing ovations of buoyant applause
feel resoundly called for
from warmly celebrating hearts.

But, for those of us
who empathize with heroes both alive and dead
regardless of religion or culture or national origin,
who feel such violence reflects our own democracy protecting failures
to conscientiously love all sacred life sufficiently,
Such unmitigated happiness feels heart-wrenchingly wrong.

In face of such selfless investment
in violence and risk to healthy futures
for threatening death
and objectives of destruction,
we more likely bow our disinvested heads,
take a humbled knee,
silent in awe of such uncompelling bad-breathed ambiguity,

Yet not wanting to offend
against such sacred gifts
offered at an unacceptable cost
We never had the conscientious right to ask
another soul to pay.

I do not believe disrespect
is democratically intended
for lack of con-celebrating our violent history’s heroes;
but respectful listening grows more conscientiously compelling
for humility
of political and economic enablers,
co-investors like myself,
with guilt and shame about what others have paid
because we did not act sufficiently
for waging and investing peace,
Incarnating God’s love
for all Earth’s SacredTribes.

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Great New and Old Years

Terrorism,
threat of terrorizing shelters
and habitats
and wombs,
seeds and trees,
mountains and valleys,
forests and deserts and oceans,
fear and anger conjuring and mongering and marketing
do not work long-term
because co-passions of love do work
more cooperatively and therapeutically.

Expressing
and impressing
our sacred healthcare vocations.

War does not impassioned sustain
as defensive basis for a society’s
just politics or economics
because peace does work
toward compassions of a culture.

Slavery and habitat-less-ness ultimately fail
because integrity’s empowerment
is passionately more vital.

Evil does not compassion health
because full integrity of loving does
eco-passion
within Earth’s revolving anima mundi,

Gaian Principles of Sacred Original DNA-RNA Solidarity Intent,
Holy Democratic Equivalence Matriotic-Patriotic,
Yin-Yang
Eco with Ego,
EarthSoul habitat and identity’s EgoShelter,
Nature-Spirit nondual co-incarnations
CoMentor ReStorative Therapies

Rather than teaching Earth’s military-industrializing LeftBrain dominant adolescent excesses,
we could LeftRight reach
for how and why and when
we have the justified self-righteousness
to blow each other up,
put each other desacralizing down.

These primary judgment and justice tasks
of democratic educational integrity,
parental maturity and lifeskills,
humane ego-ecological wisdom,
listen with Earth’s harmonious Native NatureSpirits,
teach WinLose adolescents,
questioning EitherOr Traditional Assumptions,
about how and why and when
we best share this cooperative WinWin vocation
to grow integrity’s EarthSoul habitat co-passions,
egocentric health
AND ecopassionate wealth.

Remembering
reweaving
resonant SacredWombs
DNA phylogenic growing
EarthMother ego-shelters,
skins,
bellies,
bodies
with bilaterally extending
polypathic=polyphonic
4D spacetime sacred deep ecology minds,
made WinWin originally
of regenerative sacred habitual intent.

Retribution,
threat of removing ReStoration’s regenerate EarthSoul shelters
and habitats
and wombs,
seeds and trees,
mountains and valleys,
four-seasoned forests
and surfing bilateral healthy oceans,
through fear and anger conjuring and punishment-mongering
and divinely inspired ecopolitical marketing
cannot ecologically survive long-term
because co-passions of love do
Work That Reconnects
ReStores,
ReWeaves,
ReLigions,
ReGenerates,

ReHealthyFrames
wealthy bilateral
Tao of Fractal-Vital-CoAnimated/ing Time.

Spiraling inductive in,
breathing deductive out

Breathing sacred EarthSoul habitat in,
breathing secular seductive shelter out

Breathing coempowering mind in,
breathing warm nurturing heart out

Breathing retributive acclimations in,
breathing restorative ego-ecojustice out

Learning dangers
of retributive WinLose choices early,
Mentoring WinWin restorations
of EarthSoul Abundance,
ultra-violet non-violent revolutions,
peaceful outcomes later.

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Degrees of Insanity

Is it more insane
to long to grow away from prisons
than to feel we still belong imprisoned?

Are we already prisoners,
lacking images for liberties
and co-arising responsibilities,
of a re-embodied god?

Are we divine authorities
to remake humanity
in our own god and goddess incarnations
free of body limiting imaginations?

Could we imagine
a YHWH who embodies Earth,
cosmologically evolving through spacetime,
revolving
spiraling dense and complex octaves
of color as resonant scales of sound,
fragrance within redundant seasons
of FatherSpace suns and black star-caves
passing through MotherTime valleys and waves?

Imagine we are stardust
coming to see ourselves
as we might bust
hard thrust
know lust
grow trust
blow truth
speak sooth,
unfortunately rust,
imaging ourselves
through redefining us
across healthing regenerations.

Are we less insane
longing our way from prison
belonging free
without cancerously capital-investing cells?

Punishment spells?

BigDaddy will swell
if we tell
I am
where we are;
We are
where we belong.

I can’t cower
if you think that’s wrong
I can only sing
how god wrote my song.

And I can only dance
where Allah could best prance strong.

And we can only breathe
what TaoTime finds notnot
too double-binding long.

I think I would be wrong
to imprison what longs
to virally throng.

Aren’t we more insane
stuck in retribution’s prison
when god cries out for peace
restoring Earth’s freedom
from FalsePatriotic lies,
paternalism fried,
too many species
and future generations
of sacred Time’s regeneration
already died.

If only we had tried
a little less LeftBrain secular crazy
and a lot less RightBrain sacred lazy

Is it less insane
to long to stay in prison
than to know we don’t belong
imprisoned
or enslaved
to insanity ourselves?

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Playing Old Maid

I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck rural Republican Michigan,
the most fun
of admittedly limited card playing options.

Whoever was stuck holding the Old Maid
at end of game
was the biggest loser,
for obvious reasons.

Who would want to be associated
with that old and useless appendage?

National politics in the U.S.,
all about the marketing, purchase, and sale
of two-year
and four-year terms of public greed responsibility,
increasingly reminds me
of OldMaid gamesmanship.

And, yes,
I don’t really mean gamepersonship.

This game for avoiding loss
of responsibility and authority,
loss of face
rather than gain of grace,
embracing mutual Wins
of shared commitment to health
and cooperatively prosperous safety,

This game in which the OldMaid
is played by aging fossil-fuel industries
played-out too often militarized
ballistic violence,

These OldMaid industrial choices
have most ballistically justified
plutocratic wars
inviting young,
and often most marginalized,
players
to live with losses to OldMaid political stuckness
in the name of patriotic duty,

Although not matriotic integrity
to our own healthy hands
for better Win-Win games
and political
and economic
and personal
and family therapy strategies,
less violently impinged by nationalistic traumas,
fear of losses
holding OldMaid over-industriously held cards.

No one wants to be in unlovely public office
when the last drop of oil
and last glistening gasp of gas
wears through now useless OldMaid pumps
and pistons,
unhappy triggers
and transdegenerational switches,
unlubricated OldMaid economic bitches.

No one wants to be in office
holding the last OldMaid dry-humped card
from a 1950s stacked deck
when 2020 revisions
change climate changing hands
into feminist story books
of how our generation
deliberately and stubbornly chose,
like stiff-necked self-chosen people
of OldMaids and PatriarchalMen,
counter-intuitively choosing the climate pathology card,
fascinated by our own death
and the death of our habitat
and the death of any future
of humane proportion and design,
rhythm and pattern.

When we have so many post-millennial cooperative Win-Win options
to actively hope
and act
and restoratively plan
and therapeutically draw climate health
for both ego and eco justice
and global peace for all,
including sacred Elder Matriotic Maids.

If only Old Feminist Maids and Matriotic Men
had written all required history
and civic lesson school books
and ecopolitical philosophy texts
and medicinal prescriptions
and legislated cooperative multicultural ethics
lesson plans
to practice
practice
practice
cooperation,

I wonder if having the Elder Matriot card
would have been how to win our Win-Win game,
and to do so,
would require letting go of all Old FakePatriot cards
of plutocratic,
and often patriarchal,
Lose-Lose economic-ecological exploitations,

Also post “ClimateChange”
known and named
as habitually competitive ClimatePathologies
longing to restore ClimateHealth.

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Respect for ActiveHope

My thought for this day,
although still early,
is respect for hope.

Respect for our interdependence
and respect for our challenging differences,
important, yet hopefully not as powerful
as our interdependent love for healthy life.

Yesterday
I noticed a brown cardboard box
in the corner of a reception area
for our Infectious Disease Clinic
with a black marker sign above
“Books–Free to Give and Take”

There were only two books to take,
hard to estimate how many might be given.
Both of these current residents of the box,
waiting for their next conversational partners,
were written by a Senator Barack Obama.

One,
a biographical heritage journey
about living between society’s generous giving
and sometimes breathtaking taking
and stomping on differences
within primarily interdependent identities.

The title of the Senator’s other book,
“The Audacity of Hope” grabbed me
in part because,
by the time it was published,
the author was also a candidate
for the US Presidency,
and in part because of the way we are now living
in response to an AntiAudacious Hope Administration
reading from a script
to incarnate the reverse side,
“The Mendacity of Hopelessness”
of despair,
of nihilism,
of fake-piety,
of false nationalistic AntiEarth hubris

Marketed in red, white, and blue gift wrap
as [AntiMatriotic] Patriotism,
with sales remaining somewhat more pathological in Red States
than Blue and Green, maybe Turquoise,
or AquaMarine,
but defined as not-Red
as Red is confined to not
“The Global Audacity of CreativeHope.”

Susan Belden
lyrically asks
How do you love those who hate you?

We see some response in teachings of Jesus;
to turn the other cheek,
to walk a second enslaved by force mile,
to turn rifle associations into farming and gardening tools for good,
although this last one was a remix from Old Testament Prophets.
Tools for respecting interdependence
but also multicultural differences
still in creolizing process.

It is easy to hate Donald Trump,
or to see him as the Emperor without AudaciousClothes
of Grace
for Healthy Faith
as his unfortunate choice and lot in life.
Even easier
to go back and forth between these two,
blaming and shaming.

It is harder to hate those who voted for him.
Although I have an obsessively troubling place in my dissonant heart
and mind
for those who profess to be evangelists for a God of Love and Peace
but also profess their eager willingness to vote yet again
for The Nakedly Sexist and Supremacist Apprentice again.

Like the Body of Christ
continuing to empower the Head Pharisee.

How do you respect those
who build their futures
on disrespecting you
and yours
and your healthy futures?

How do you play Win-Win
with those who persist in the delusion
our only RealTime life option
is Win-Lose or Lose-Lose?

I suspect it is this Lose-Lose non-option
that disrespects our mutual economic
and political
and personal
and vulnerable fears,
our lie-group
proving what Win-Win would invite toward respect.

It is in witnessing what happens
when we take this risk of turning
our appositional faces
that we can invite
mutual respect
for the audacity of Win-Win non-violent healing.

It is when we walk this double-binding extra walk
with those who disrespect integrity and hope
and faith
and multiculturing love,
that we are more likely to discover
our own lack of strength
to remain vulnerable to shared evils
of ego-centrism
and anthro-centrism
lurking within our own hearts and minds

And bad faith harboring mendacity
and apathy about past violent colonization,
where empathy
and creolizing curiosity
and respect
could invite interdependent hope.

My audacity of hope
lies in faith
we always have a political and personal option
that is a Win both for our ego’s economic future
and for our Earth’s ecological future.
That this is true for healthcare giving
and receiving accessible to all Earth’s residents
and constituents,
whether voters or not even enfranchised,
whether we could even bear to hear their votes for respect
and not for disrespect,
or not.

Restoring Win-Win life options always optimizes peace outcomes,
audacious hope outcomes,
mutual respect for our inductive interdependence first,
and our deductive differences secondarily,
and contingently
compromising suboptimal democratic intent
settling for short-term Win-Lose outcomes,
leaving less room for love of complex internal multicultural rights
than hate for external monoculturing chaotic wrongs.

Infectious Disease Clinics
are good places for more Audacious Hope
and democratic multiculturing Love.
But so would any classroom,
so would the Parent rack
of any bookstore–
required reading for any healthcare legislator,
any ecopolitical policy maker,
any person wanting to grow hope
as respect first for our living interdependence,
second for loyal and gratefully shared differences
feeding further curiosity
and deeper empathy
and stretching faith in respect
across extending nature-spirit families
sharing this one global sacred Habitat

Concelebrating many liturgically evolving flags
all blowing in our shared
audacious winds of hope.

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Apple Farmers on Trump’s Administration

I was interviewing farmers
about how they see Presidential performance
in Trump’s first year as CEO
of this USA,
incorporated
for a yet more perfect Union:

Well, I believe he only has one national leader
who has publicly announced
that he will do whatever he can
to kill him,
and probably take out the rest of us
along his nuclear warhead way.

So, is that a concern
or congratulations
or both?
How does that performance number compare to your predicted outcomes?

Oh, I figured maybe more than one
by now.

Because…

I thought his
“I’m taking America Out First”
assault on the Paris Climate agreement
might generate a more immediate heating up
of the world’s international firing range.”

I’m still confused
about whether you are giving him a pass,
because you didn’t really think any national leader could do anything
to advance your peace of mind,
or whether you are disappointed
with the Trump administration’s performance
this first year.

That would make it at least two of us.
But, let me tell you,
I believe he may be the first President
to publicly threaten to turn an entire,
or maybe just a half, nation
into a nuclear holocaust.

So he’s threatening with the biggest stick so far.
Are you hoping to see that escalate
or de-escalate?

We’re all kind of hoping things might calm down.
Nuclear waste is really hard on the apple harvest.
Hard to grow apples without the basics,
like trees,
or folks to plant
and pick
and eat from them.

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