When seventeen,
I wondered what I would become
when grown into my own fullness
of love,
preferably requited.
Now seventy,
I wonder at what I have been
all along this journey
into Earth’s great bounty
of infinite ancestral compassion.
Tag Archives: peace
Healthy Compassion Parties
I am deeply concerned,
worried,
anxious
that We The Humane Healthy People
need to calmly
and firmly say:
The Republican NATIONAL Party
no longer supports:
Public Health,
Mental/Spiritual Health,
Planetary Climate Health,
Cognitive/Emotive Integrity
Resilient Economic Wealth
Healthy Democracy.
A therapeutic
redemptive revival
of a trusted
true
and patriotic
Grand Old MultiCultural Party
requires pruning back through historic
toxicity
to the Eisenhower administration
channeling the Lincolnesque longing
for a more civil discourse
between those who are enslaved,
those who feel economically
and politically oppressed,
between loyal adversaries
sure of a United State of commitment
to public wellbeing,
green environmental and economic prosperity,
empowering profoundly co-empathic public health
and conservational safety.
My own Michigan
white privileged
homophobic
evangelical ChosenPeople
monotheistic father
never would have voted for a Hillary Clinton,
And he never would have voted for a Donald Trump
because of Anti-Christian vainglorious pride
in having no experience,
including veteran experience,
defending humane health
and sacred social safety.
The RNC owes We
The MultiCultural Democratic People
an apology
and reparations,
A therapeutic
bipartisan peace plan
for national resilience,
for global green health,
and for ecological-economic safety,
sanity,
EarthResonant security.
Cooperative Journeys
It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can
My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for light
water
deeper top soil,
but these pursue
optimizing cooperation
to jointly thrive,
not competition
to barely survive
trauma,
stress,
pain,
loss,
duress.
While sitting in the shade
looking over a host of community gardens
enlivened
and enriched
by cooperative community gardeners,
I recall business
and even public sector classrooms
worshiping at the win/lose altar
of capital investment
Sure,
without responsible question,
that at the end of our lifetime journey
we will be celebrated by our successful oppressions,
suppressions of the vanquishable
repressions of the feminist weak
within ourselves
our gardens
our families
and compassionate friends.
This has not been my experience,
that I am celebrated by,
and for,
those I have divested of
like obstacles to overpower,
mere consumer subjects
to satiate into silence,
to financially abuse,
to emotionally neglect.
Whether contemplating
another spring season
of cooperative community gardens
or harvesting reasons
at the end of a long midsummer dream
In which we are religiously celebrated
for our multicultural passions
and polycultural communion,
participating in EarthTribe’s
cooperatively redemptive journey
back toward green
pristine Eden.
Relationships I Hope For
I need clear blue rivers of life
to not always flow away from me,
in some direction
I can’t
or won’t
go right now.
I need green commitments to home
to feel mutually nurturing,
sheltering,
organic,
peaceful,
cooperatively engaging
in nonviolent communion,
co-passionate integrity
of sacred emergent space.
I need the sky
to not always feel grey,
dampening my curious natural spirits.
Instead,
I want to always imagine,
as needed,
as invited,
as if sun summoned,
a radiant blue sky
singing reflections
of invisible spinning stars
on the other
lighter side
of deepest icy winter’s
dense
dull
dark cloud bank
of settled in oppression.
I need rich black soil
to support my feet,
my nose,
my stomach,
green trees,
brightly colored plants
and amazing animated animals
giving back robust excretions,
reparations for past extractions,
borrowed co-investments
infesting EarthTribal
creolizing rich brown humus.
I need my rain-bowed neighbors
to notice
applaud
cheer
celebrate
when two elegantly athletic white swans
sensationally fly upstream
to hang out at our downtown harbor
where we eat
and drink,
rest
and float,
dream
and gloat,
on land
and sandy water,
at least side by side,
if not honking happy
swimming together.
Shunning ElephanTowers
I invite all human kind
to shun Trumpeting Towers
because they are irrelevant
to all MeWe things therapeutic
And because
my depressing blues signs
and green songs
tell
and retell
ultra-nonviolet me
we don’t feed narcissistic
angry red
rabidly stampeding
ballistic elephants.
When Wrong Goes Right
When bad choices
speak in wrong voices
delivering shame,
deserving shunning
and irrepressible self-blame,
Reconsider this jump
from bad choices
to “wrong” voices
unable to consider tomorrow’s
potential more right rejoices.
No one of us humans
has divine omnipotent might
to make all the right omniscient choices
spoken belatedly by unchosen judgment voices
To be omnipresently good
and regeneratively healthy
and impenetrably safe
for ourselves
for our loved ones
for our species
for our plants
and living planet
at all times,
in all multicultural inside places,
and polyculturally robust
outside wealthy spaces.
On better days,
well fed and watered and rested,
we may try more benevolent curiosity
about why feeling good
and healthy
can seem so frustratingly short
and insignificantly small
compared to long time
and large resources
Invested by patriarchal god-fearing
straight white corporate capitalists
to entertainingly seduce
and identity reduce
you into isolating bad faith consumer
feelings
Erupting in egocentric
left-hemisphere dominant voices
that habitually collapse
bad
unhealthy absence
of potential right hemisphere co-relational rejoices
into inevitably wrong
unwealthy feminist choices
Speaking in wrong voices
delivering shame
deserving dark fame
swamped by irrepressible self blame.
Dervish EarthDance
I sometimes reconsider
all our politicians
and economists,
Not as party-line teachers,
or even dogmatic preachers,
instead of future forecasting,
co-infesting deep past
and present listening
with compassioning
co-empathic
therapeutic intent
to laugh and sing.
Who is not
at least a private health care politician
seeking to empower our constituencies
and not to disempower?
What responsible adult
is not at least a personal wealth economist?
Praying for divine enlightenment
and not so much
inhumane
depressing endarkenment?
Who has been
cause-effect
effectively recausing
counter-culturally
exposed to Buddhist master laughter?
Meditation in silly groups
feeling nearly giddy
with short-term relief
from mountainous depression
valleys of despair
Surprised,
perhaps dismayed,
that such a fake
pretending dervish exercise
might portend more
than our species’ economic
political
anti-ecological demise.
I further wonder
if all Earth’s depressed
suppressed
oppressed
repressed muted muses
Silenced
stunned
sunk by political sadness
dispiriting badness
economic madness
of Earth’s Great Transitional Pandemic
Might discipline our lonely
lethargic
neglected bodies
to dance
until our minds remember how to sing
and ring
ping and ding
a liturgy of sacred laughter things
together regathering
For re-empowering compassioned muses
enlightening sacred ecstatic economists,
co-investing companies and choirs
of moving
mindful
musicality,
harmony,
synergy,
win/win cooperative energy,
sufficient for eco-politically heart-felt
lung-filled integrity
To more reflectively reconsider
all our singing polities
and EarthDance economies
sanctifying dervish universities.
The Choir Audition
Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?
Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh…
oozing round O’s
and singular Ah’s
free of mapping static lyrics
Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when too shy
of improvising bold
multiculturing unity
Harmony musing
amusing spontaneous drifts
and rifts
of EarthTribe’s light
bright woke-up
out loud power focus
Searching out deep whole-sum liturgies
of octaved musicality
we share
when fine-tuned to listen
for our not-so-silent breaths,
anticipating life’s next cooperatively felt
and politically co-empowering
story.
Songs of sacred circling lines
and whole systemic spaces
clever linearly written,
yet never speaking totally predicted sounds
resonant transcendent
anticipating in-between joy
and silent
nonviolent
resilience.
I wonder if she feels
as I sometimes can do
that muses nurture music
as abusers remain
narcissistically
patriarchally
capitalistically competitive,
unsympathetic
Lacking indigenous co-empathic wisdom,
Yang universal
Yintegral unitarian
musical integrity
Of Earth’s sound tribes flowing
songs and rhythms patterning
natural narratives,
curiously intimate Earth Day
anthems
Dancing spirited
taoistic breaths
bicamerally cooperative
contemplating solidarity
sung clarity
Under a zillion twinkling
zen core inkling
starlit choral nights.
Supremely AnthroCentric
Seems like RightWing angry reds
are clueless anthrosupremacists
who joke they’d be better off dead
than organically well fed
Despite faith in sacred EarthJustice
salvation by capital colonization
redeemer aspirations
falling militantly fascist apart
While blue LeftWing
non-green
more secularly cooperative corporate leaders
at least advertise redemption
while blushing over past miscalculations
extractive and capital divesting
hedgefund abusive
by investing against Earth
equity binding sustainable
multicultural health
Both partisan cheerleaders
for AnthroOnly commodity futures,
coldly continuing win/lose corporate,
nationalistic
anthrosupremacist hubris
Earth unpatriotic enough
to efficiently kill
other species’ great grandchildren,
and, unfortunately our own
not so anthro-supremely resilient
We obsessively file our grasping nails
while debating about how best
to learn to tolerate
lack of future therapeutic commitment
to Mother Eartha’s whole-sum
awesome health care
Giving up on hostile
too hot reds
and receiving too much blues
bad news
to safely calculate long-term
life-care reviews
While distracted
by counting the number of re-election dollars
able to co-habitate
on the dying head
of a supremely self-appointed pin.
Less Challenging Dances
I find it easier
and, admittedly, more fun
to climb through tough terrain,
piles of leaves,
loose rocks,
debris,
If
and when
my goal is not to push sweaty through
by force of independently superior will,
But
to dance
with EarthTribe’s diverse
and miraculous co-creations,
sometimes feeling monstrous,
While marching
up our co-arising
complexly gorgeous,
Some might say “athletic”
hill.
And, when more still,
too quiet to dance,
advance,
transport myself
from points A
through fully alphabetized Z
I sit with members
of my inter-connecting choir
to sing my solo
inside dialogues
and depressingly competitive debates
Rituals of stuck
in ambiguous refrains
and angry rounds
of songs I’ve come to care for
yet fear to unload out loud
Taking turns
to catch up
and on
and on
without permitting any advice
ever
regardless of how unilaterally wise,
nor comment
before this circling non-dialogue
completes the time allotted
for this therapeutic day
of deeply listening monologue.
And then my dance
begins inside
as sung by curiosity.
Open ended,
round and full of comprehensive stretches
across all open intersectional space
and sufficient
efficient
inter-connected time
to rhyme our stories
sung in resonance
of universal therapy
for uniting traumas.
But curiosity
does not predict
responses right
and wrong
or either serenely left
or redly fight.
Curiosity draws
us out toward undiscovered
yet felt recovered
resonance
reconfirming choirs of angels
singing Earth’s therapeutic climates
of bravely danced
resilience.
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