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Masters of Association

“My decision
is not any negative reflection
on you.
It’s not personal.”

This would be a Business School graduate,
meaning, if it is personal,
then it is not political or economic.

“It’s your decision,
for you to personally
and responsibly make.”

This would be a Social Work graduate,
or maybe some variety of therapist,
recognizing that what is personal choice
is also political, empowering or disempowering,
and possibly economic investment or divestment.

What is personal,
like what is political,
is about power
and vested interest,
even if short-term.

“Our decisions
about who runs for office,
who votes which way,
who nominates whom and why,
are matters of individual conscience.”

If this statement
is made by someone in political office,
who knows?
Maybe s/he gets it
that personal is also political,
that individual organic corporations
are also economic actors and investors,
or not.

So, what do you think?
What is your personal preference?
The Business Party view,
segregating personal faith
from political powers of relationship,
influence,

Or the Social Worker model
of power analysis,
individual through global,
competitive through cooperative,
personal through ecopolitical.

I suppose this is at least one reason,
my Republican colleagues,
when I was in a Master of Public Administration (MPA) program,
found the cultural distance
from a Master of Business Administration (MBA) program
subtle
opaque
unclear
ambiguous;
while the Democrats
and Green Party students
found differences between MPA
and MBA cultures
profound,
cooperative v competitive,
looking for Win/Win resonance
as opposed to searching for Win/Lose
ZeroSum endless growth of market share.

If all organic energy systems
are also ecopolitical communicators,
then we all have ecotherapeutic opportunities;

Some great,
some small,
but all one moment,
one message,
one relationship,
one rhetorical association
at a personal political time.

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Blackest Fragile Friday

Black Friday,
iconic of Climate Fragility,
is designed to transition retail
from red
to black
end of year balance sheets.

Black Friday
is black
good
wealthy
robust
from a competitive corporate perspective.

What feels too seldom noticed,
This capital-acquisition game
is played with ZeroSum win/lose assumptions:

Retail corporations
are more likely to go richly black
as consumer households,
especially marginally surviving households,
urban apartheid neighborhoods,
rural failing family farms,
reach into shallowing pockets
to risk red indebted shortfall,
unhoused lack of holds.

To align our ecopolitical color scheme,
black incorporated economic privilege
is fed by red consumer fragility
as white political privilege
feeds on black and brown
and cooperative rainbow fragility.

One of the ways
we can remember this color scheme,
no paranoid pun intended,
is through a song,

Red and yellow,
black and white,
these are diversely precious
in His Straight White Male sight

ReIncorporated Capital-Infested God
loves all consumers
of the NonZeroSum WinWin
global market world.

This version suffers
from unlyrical challenges,
yet it still has a Black Friday ring
to cash re-registering around us.

The title of this song escapes me,
Was it
He’s Got the Whole World in His Corporation
or Shop Til We Drop?

The squirrels must think we’re nuts,
especially on Black Friday.

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Powers Over Me

I once read,
If I am a parishioner,
(or a student
or a child
or some other non-elite identity)
Then someone has power over me.

It would have been more helpful
if this “someone”
had been named,
finger-pointed outed.

I am left wondering,
Who could this Someone be?

And, is this non-indigenous power
used to empower and disempower me?
And/Or, disempower and empower We?
And possibly some of both,
and all fractal four, above?
Or, with the And/Or,
is this actually another variation
on a perfect octave circling string?

This “someone”
could not mean clergy,
usually civil,
civic-minded
more than uncivil;

Called to suffering of servant facilitators,
moderators,
mediators of democratically inclusive theological reflection
on real world experience,
the scripture of ecological dynasties,

Natural relationships
learned as also,
at our best and most resilient,
theologically resonant health
and safe-valued wealth
of co-passions,
positive
equivalent to double-negatives,

Stories
and histories
and herstories
of double-binding bilateral ZeroZone Souls.

Two intersectional stories
for all relationships,
secular Yang
with sacred non-elite bilateral yin-squared power
climates inside/outside,

Fractals of positive empowerment
and negative disempowerment
forMe/ofWe

Within ecosystems ego-sufficient
and concomitantly co-arising
ego/eco-empowerment;
co-incidental transubstantiation

When Ego equals LeftYang hemispheric framing lenses
and Eco equals RightYin political GreenCommons network
of interdependence,
intersectionality,
sufficient left/right co-affirmation

Then, when reading,
If I am a parishioner,
(or a student
or a child
or some other non-elite identity)
Then someone
slightly less LeftBrain dominant
and more RightBrain affirming
empowers warmly with me.

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Appropriate Cultures

Cultural ownership,
disproportionately lavished upon kings,
the occasional ecopolitical queen,
white male Republican Senators,
elite corporate CEOs
overdriving inside monocultural management
feeding consumer acquisitive appetites

Leads to cultural entitlement, encroachment?

Elitely leads to cultural appropriation,
where I win appropriate proportions
as your disproportionate loser misfortune,

And,
sometimes to multicultural creolization,
where everyone wins Golden Rules and Ratios
co-arisingly together.

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What Did You Expect?

What did you expect
on your way to shared sanctuary today?
Did you expect to return unchanged?
The same as that earlier person
on your way?
What would be your purpose
for participating in this faithful revolution
with such slight anticipation?

What did you mean
when you said, about tomorrow,
It already is only the other side of this cameo-staged day?
The other side of yesterday
Each day as unique as fingerprints
worn down and raised up
pressed out to regrow in
harmed and healed
ridged and faded
miraculous unchanging change
between yesterday
and tomorrow’s seamless identity.

On your way up and out this morning,
did you truly expect to go to sleep tonight
the same person,
a day older
but probably not sufficiently wiser?

On your way to sleep tonight,
rooted in yesterday’s warm and cold experience,
why wouldn’t you expect to arise tomorrow
in the second half of this conscious time,
changed by dreams of risky adventures
in unchanging opportunistic sanctuary?

Anonymous personal expectation
for intimate political anticipation
Withdrawn from constant shadow
drawn toward changing light.

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Disempowering Missions

Begin
by composing grandly outsized mission statements,
“To end racism, ignorance, sin.”

Continue
to accept past win/lose separations,
divorces,
fragmentation
as tolerable compromises
while power-wrestling business as capitalistically, financially
and politically, socially, culturally, historically
and psychologically, individually, ego-systemically
and ecologically, tribally, communally, eco-systemically
and theologically usual competitions.
“My gospel,
self-empowering truth,
is more divinely inspired than yours.”
Rather than,
“How have our diverse gospels become inherited
from past compassionate win/win
divinely inclusive,
multiculturing SacredSources?”

Conclude
with all your old right answers
and not any newly shared curious
and open questions.

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Swing Low Sweet Chariot

One way
I know this afrocentric music,
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece,
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.

I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.

A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and polycultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth’s peace paradise.

A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song

Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler’s chariot,

Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home

To freedom’s too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,

Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.

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