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I Have A Son

I have a son
who worries

His economic vocation
requires a political vacation
from the rest of us
and perhaps even light of sun

Which hardly feels sustainable
or resonant
and certainly not win/win resilient.

I have a son
so brilliant
he could choose to hunt
and gather shopping carts
at Walmart

And find a way
to help shoppers feel
he is vacationing
with
and for all of us.

I have a son
whose most visible mistake
is believing his anger and fear
stem from missing invitations
to enter his one true
politically correct
and socially esteemed
vocation

As if any employment
he could embrace
would not become more sacred
by his warm communication,
cooperative invitation,
profound sublimation,
ecosystemic renunciation
of fear
to make wrong
ego-uncentering annunciation
articulation
of what he means
by joining in
with this multiculturing humane race

Of confusing
competitive and cooperative
eco-political pace.

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Vermin

Whoever said
Landlords have all the power
Knows that of which I speak:

Reading land leases.
Not a normal pastime,
but perhaps because
I have not read even one
written in compassion’s voice
and not retribution’s
self-empowering choice.

Thou shalt not
do anything
to attract
vermin
or pests.

No composting,
no vegetable gardening,
no careless garbage bags outside.
We retain the right to change our minds
without cause
or notice
about your little bird feeders too.

Vermin or pests.
Such choice of language
sounds King James Version jarring
denigrations of Old Testament
sinister degradation
predation.
I keep waiting for other pathogenic threats
like leprosy
to appear in these forbidding rental contracts.

And why vermin or pests?
Are there some vermin
royal white privileged landlords
wouldst not as well define
as pest?

Although I can think of pests
respectable people would not reference
as vermin–
or not into a live microphone
at Republican Conventions
for not least is best.

Vermin.
Why not rodents and insects?
Cause we know our landlords
are speaking pejoratively
of enterprising rats
and homey nesting mice
as disgustingly not nice.

So
if I were to put up bat houses
for those who would happily devour mosquitoes,
am I helping with this sacred anti-vermin cause
or offending golden contractual rules,
or both,
somehow?

How refreshing it would be
to read
and reread
compassion-driven leases.

To find that Impossible Dream lease
where all creatures are respected
and everybody knows
to read
and write
and speak
and act
in cooperative WinWin
playing nice
rather than ragging
on flies and mice

As merely pestilent vermin
infesting a place
that used to have highest
and best punishing value.

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Family Memory Daze

My family
remembered now
and in our projected
integral future,
in this eco-political body
of spirited
natural Earth,

Birthing
and dying,
regenerating
and degenerating,
easing
and diseasing,
healthy
and pathological,
good humored
and bad hearted,

Unconsciously contemplating,
co-template-recreating
cooperative memorable days
and deep matriotic nights.

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Enrichment

What opposes enlightenment?

Endarkenment?
You know, like dusk,
evening,
end of a day
through end of time
on living Earth.

What opposes empowerment?

Disempowerment.

What might oppose Earth’s enlightenment
and/or empowerment?

For me
or throughout all multiculturing history?

Possibly both?

I see ego darkness,
depression,
fecklessness?
inability to cause
and/or perpetuate health,
safety,
individual powerlessness.

Do disease
and insecurity
and lack of effective power
feel like ways of experiencing poverty,
absence of healthy robust choice
for you,
as seems to be true of my experience?

Yes,
but poverty does not feel like a synonym
for dark feelings
or disempowerment.

Poverty, like racism,
feels more political,
economic,
more ecosystemic.

What is the opposite of ecosystemic enlightenment
and/or empowerment?

Ego isolation,
unsystemic pathological darkness
and/or disempowerment,
disease,
nonemployment,
absence of meaning or purpose,
economic depression,
recession,
political suppression,
dissociative sublimation,
narcissistic idolatry,
monoculturing rage,
violent zero-sum win/lose capitalism,
religious-cultural apartheid,
ecopolitical suicide,
globally generic genocide,
climate exhaustion,
ego-autonomous annihilation

Do these seem to oppose global
and individual
and local enrichment
for you?
as they do for me.

Perhaps what opposes positive multilateral energy
is always some unilateral form,
political
personal
familial
social
psychological
neurological
theological
ecological
economic
cultural
religious,
of impoverishing experience.

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Waking Up Lumpy

Wake up grumpy
tired
much older than yesterday.

Day fifty-seven,
an irrationally
not nice
non-round number,
since defiantly challenging daughter,
with the contextual right-brain unhealthy intelligence
of a sociopathic alligator,
last came home from school
or anywhere without me.

Remembering her school’s response
when I suggested her six-hours-per-day aide
five days per week
not be switched out every week
or two.
She doesn’t do well with transitions
including interpersonal change,
lack of power to control
a significant Other’s time
to stay
and go.

While aware this is an issue,
their larger concern was burn-out.
Aides couldn’t tolerate the intensity
of her hostility
and constant need
need
need for attention,
for food,
for distraction,
for action,
for…

Wondering how the best of her school supporters
would feel after 228 consecutive
six-hour shifts

Without any supervisor
capable of reassuring me
or him
or her
or them
or us
of how many more to go
without adequate social distancing
within our lumpy quarantine space.

No possible reassurance
or warning
we’re just getting started,
about to end,
over the hump,
or not so much,
actually.

Perfect.

Definite only about feeling humped out
and jumped in
lack of ease,
sucked out potential for unguarded rest.

Feeling sorry for myself,
yes,
but also for her,
and for all of us
who have taken risks
to give long-term care
where receiving care in response
is not a reasonable
or compassionate
expectation of hope-filled ways,
faithful truths,
loving lives

Quietly waking up grumpy
in unsolidarity
unsolitary confinement.

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Fruits of Democratic Spirits

Modern minds,
torn by royalist repressions,
hoped democracy would inhale
and expand
freedom.

Freedom from depressing suppression,
lack of creative tension,
safe expression.

Freedom to invest
in post-feudal farms
and families
for future fresh respiration.

Lost were more indigenous memories
of ancient creature comforts,
democratic tribal humors
rumors
tumors benign
and sometimes malignant,
safe and scary,
significant and sacred.

Indigenous wild minds
worn smooth by felt democratic experience,
shared recreative tensions,
cooperative co-acclimation,
cherished freedom for eco-political integrity
more honorably cooperative
than freedom of competing ego-authority

In 2020 hindsight,
ecological
healthy Earth-relationships
for better democratic trust,
predict honorable
resonant
and resiliently touched
theological experience.

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When We Can Dance

When you can dance
Don’t walk

When you can together sing
Don’t monologically talk

When you can bicamerally love
Don’t just try not to be quite so bipolar lost
afraid and then angry and then afraid…

When you can exercise compassion
Don’t just wear out passion

When you can creolize communions
Don’t colonize others’ ghettos
and gated lack of multicultural community

When you can shout Yes!
Don’t just mumble I’m not not Sure?

When you can cooperatively transubstantiate communion
Don’t just competitively devour disunion

When you are invited into an epic liberating journey
Don’t just conservatively progress

When you can preserve Earth’s vast beauty
Don’t just conserve Business As Usual half truths

When you can accelerate joy
Don’t slowly push on braking sorrow

When you can embrace rightbrain fulfilling feelings
Don’t just calculate leftbrain acquisitive thoughts

When you already feel curious
Don’t slow down for building up courage

When we can access democratically shared recovery
Don’t autonomously seek ego-invested relief

When you can hear and smell cooperatively-owned home
Don’t continue shopping for a visually competitive house

When you can hear and smell a resonantly-managed mind
Don’t continue fantasizing your most beautiful competitive body

When you can hear and smell resiliently healthy Earth
Don’t continue autonomously struggling for a wealthy planet

When you can live with globally compassionate significance
Don’t settle for slowly dying in local safety

When you have freedom to liberally love regeneration
Don’t conservatively worry about freedom from degeneration
While you can still dance
Don’t just walk

While you can walk
Don’t just crawl

While we can positively crawl together
Don’t just negatively crave alone.

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Turning Tides

She usually hears with her lungs.
He typically sees with his heart.

Until these two learn to take turns,
inhaling
then exhaling,
pumping in
then pumping out
primal ZeroSum communion,

She heard through ancient surfing memories.
He saw through future red and blue blood anticipations

Multiculturally redeveloping strength,
Polypathically relearning flow

Right with Left
East with West
SouthDorsal with NorthVentral
bipolar with dipolar
co-arising through co-gravitating
bicameral
bivegal
bilateral
wandering binomials,
polypathic left natural hearts
recapitalizing polyphonic right spirited lungs

Dancing EarthLife rhythms;
Singing HealthVoiced harmonics.

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DisEmpowering The Virus

I am struggling
to avoid that “I told you so”
mean
and self-congratulatory voice.

I do feel under-appreciated
but I don’t feel any happiness
about the Virus
as vindicator of my beliefs
about the political and economic power
of public health and safety platforms,
which are also personal wealth
and fundamental security
authentic democratic health agendas.

Yesterday I went to Aldis.
I expected no hand sanitizer
but I did not have a clue
why the half-row of steel display racks
was as vacant of toilet paper
as health clinics were full
to over-stuffed with people
not suffering from diarrhea.

I expected the atmosphere
and congestion
to remind me of grocery shopping
the afternoon before a snow storm prediction.

Our mostly polite congestion was familiar
but our mutually quarantined
atmosphere of anxiety
about touching
about breathing
about coughing
and don’t even think about sneezing!
was alarming.

I found myself singing old hymns
mostly under my breath,.
Day By Day
and with each passing moment
strength I find
to live for Earth each day…

Moment by Moment
I’m touched by Earth’s care…

Somehow,
I Will Survive
didn’t come to my tight throat
or lungs.

I expected NPR
to be non-stop Virus stories
but I did not expect the powerful
multifaceted analysis
of WhiteHouse sacrificing democratic public health
to the false idols of capital marketed denial and greed
and partisan economic competitions
overwhelming public health cooperative discernment
about who we are at our best
and what multicultural resilience
we could most resonantly achieve together
tomorrow.

Our themes for dialogue
are suddenly about how to avoid panic
terror
despair.

I have known threats of panic
terror
and despair
since I realized that “climate change”
is an economic and politically chosen euphemism
for a global climate of disease,
for public health degeneration,
for macro-economic divestment
destruction
dissonance
disaster
win/lose competitions
trumping healthy win/win democratic cooperative ownership
and administration
and facilitation
and restorative justice mediation.

I notice that Wall Street,
which has persistently ignored WhiteHouse ignorance
about climate pathology
as a public economic and political
biological and neurological health disaster,
has been remarkably responsive
to WhiteHouse ignorance
about this viral public health disaster.

I notice more partisan bickering
about who will pay the highest disempowering price
for The Virus,
But I still don’t hear national partisan pundits
learning any lessons this primal ecological
theological relationship
between healthy democracy
and our basic human longing
for cooperatively wealthy health trends
might hope to teach
through compassionate communication,
community,
bicameral communion.

To paraphrase Rev. Dr. M. L. King, Jr.
Where there is climate injustice anywhere
there is pathologically viral injustice threatening everywhere.

Again, if I were running for office
as a Green Democrat
I would not be running against Trump
by vilifying his narcissistic absence of compassion
for public health,

I would run cooperatively engage all people of good faith
to embrace democratic passion for health wealthy Truth
through ego- and eco-therapeutic Reconciliation,
Restorative Justice,
Climate Health,
internal as external

Which can be at least as virally WinWin contagious
as WinLose competitions at grocery
and drug stores
and frighteningly unhealthy health clinics.

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AzaRiah’s Earth Requiem

He was too old
to speak of active hope
for ancient creamy dreams
not yet boldly told

Inviting curious homeless nomads
to imagine what we could become
if we were not yet brazenly born
into this time of tragic burning,
flooding,
predicting hunger,
thirst
and coastal drowning nakedness.

Into this epic brown despair
AzaRiah was innocently born
within fading red shadows
of a crumbling
patriarchal
white cathedral.

She never knew an old Golden Era
of endless capital expansion
and monopolistic worship
defying GoldenRules
applied to those like her,
the least and blackest last
of Earth’s Golden SpaceTime Ratio.

AzaRiah’s stormy education
had no LeftBrain Ego v NotEco luxury
to ponder why 2D full moons
are also 4D revolving half-lit norms,

Why spatial nomials
predict temporal bilateral binomials,

Why positive polypaths
predict not not negative
polyphonic ultra-nonviolence,

Why binary Zero
fulfilling One bipolar Zone
predicts double-binary 0/1
wave-linear dipolar co-arising
win/win DNA resplendent Tone,

Why fractal-structured regenerativity
nativity predicts octave spiraling scales
of resonant
resilient non-degenerativity.

She was much too busy
singing with hurricane winds,
listening for flaming conflagrations
of reactionary hate,
inviting still small ecofeminist circles
to dance again with GrandMother Moon
in compassion’s silent storms,
self and other recreating
perpetual healthcare perception
reception

Belonging in grateful silence
where her grandfathers
spoke with terrified tears
of Earth’s great loud longing.

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