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Not My Responsibility

I am responsible
and responsive
to every human built shelter
I have experienced as home,
mine to use,
to buy further improvements or sell,
to renovate or destroy.

I am responsible
and transparently responsive
to every lot of unimproved real estate,
every plot against healthy soil
and supporting water systems
and plants
and living creatures
who once called this place, home,
this space, habitat
to cooperatively use
to regenerate healthy wealth
and to degenerate diseased corruption.

I am accountable
when cooperative responsibilities
become transparent
from now
back toward Earth’s uncivilized
precivilized
uncompromised civility,

Wildness,
wilderness,
contemplative silence,
celebrating cacophony,

Polyphonic
polypathic
chaotically complex
beautifully true,
magnificently not mine.

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Home Shopping

I am house shopping
with the required Buyer’s Agent,
also a fairly tolerant friend of mine.

She likes to drive
although not gifted with any sense of direction,
until we hurriedly arrive,
then she beelines into the ubiquitously requisite lock box
as if by smell.

Meanwhile
I visit current occupants,
the trees first and foremost,
then bushes
flowers,
occasionally, to my grateful surprise,
an entire garden,
or even just one vegetable,
a tomato plant,
a humble gang of shaded herbs.

I ask them how it is here
in their home.
I like to taste their soil
for signs of pregnancy
but who knows what contaminants
might fester here.
And my real estate agent,
although a friend,
finds it unseemly
for me to put my mouth around
what I probably won’t buy.

She, too soon,
coaxes me away from my greet and meets
with shade-givers
and grasses,
the edible and ornamental neighbors
of the “big house,”
to explore the darkness of plumbing
and electrical systems,
attics and basements,
kitchens and bathrooms…

Her list of boring things to look at
and too often smell
in a bad way
feels endless
in comparison to too brief introductions
outside,
speaking with,
listening for,
hoping and faithing and loving with
any signs of life
among these large majority of property historians,
co-investors,
cooperative care-givers and receivers.

Eventually,
it becomes our time to aimlessly wander around
in search of yet another lock box
on our life For Sale list.

I say goodbye to the trees
and shrubs,
my occasional edible
and more popular ornamental hosts,
far too soon
to ever learn
if they would choose me
or not
to become with them.

I feel like I do
on election nights
when winners and losers are announced
by statistical projection
before votes are actually counted
from all us co-investors;
and long before registered voters
have listened to trees
still standing in our yards,
on our farms,
in our fertile forests,
to learn their quieter discernment
of which candidates produce more healthy cooperative outcomes
and which more toxic competitions
within these diversities
of Earth’s wealthy nature.

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Home Shopping Interview

Shopping for a house,
hunting for a spouse,
same difference.

Do I want to only look at new ones,
never been used,
or is that a too-restrictive market,
too high-priced for domestic virginity?

I’d rather shop in a wider market,
someplace gently used,
well maintained,
someone with smooth varnished natural hardwood,
rich in character
and not the smell of new paint
when I could have wisteria and roses
lavender and mint
sage and dill
wafting through his big brown
or blue
or grey
or hazel open windows.

Houses and spouses,
if they’re not bringing you security and pleasure
then that’s a contract violation
and time to think about a divorce
so they can get back in the market
for a better fit with changing times and circumstances;
not stuck with a decade ago,
or two,
you’ve both changed.

Your needs and wants and preferences evolve,
while your spouse/house may feel
boxed in, no room for additions,
lack of flexible floor plan,
or any kind of plan,
too big or too small,
it happens,
you’ve changed your definition of paradise
and its not who you’re still living in.

The spouse/house seems entrenched in incompatibility,
it has only grown older, not better,
more cracks in the plaster,
wear in the rug,
missing more shingles on the roof,
the view from outside looks like a weed patch,
and you had intended to mortgage paradise.

While shopping used expands your market
it also comes with baggage,
crap in the attic
and stuff in the basement
others left behind.
All that good and/or bad karma
is yours for a down payment
but not part of what you bargain for.

What if somebody was murdered in here?
What if he’s swimming in toxic carcinogens,
tumorous habits
growing mold and fat deposits under the roof?

What is your house/spouse’s experience with abuse,
neglect,
deferred maintenance?

I’ve developed this list of questions
I would like to ask prior co-habitors,
before signing either a marriage or mortgage contract:
Why are the two of you going your separate ways?
Was this your decision
or did it feel more like your house/spouse
gave you no choice?

If it was your choice,
if you have moved on to something more to your liking,
rather than slinking away from a smelly situation,
then what does your current relationship offer you
by way of contentment,
peace with some justice,
that is lacking in my prospective investment?
If you don’t mind my asking?

Perhaps there were reasons
unrelated to your domestic satisfaction,
or lack thereof.
Maybe you couldn’t afford your house/spouse anymore?
Is he high maintenance, do you think?
Too heavily taxing,
bleeding you through inflated costs of living
and gaming?

Are there problems in the neighborhood
extended family
that I should know about?

Does the plumbing still work?
Are the lights on but nobody’s home?
Would you recommend your house/spouse
to your best in-the-market friend?
Why or why not?

What interior
and exterior landscape
and design issues did you have?
Is this a job for a barber or a bulldozer,
a therapist or a demolition contractor?
What did you find were your house/spouse’s interior
and exterior strengths for future development?
With your lived-in experience,
who do you think would be the ideal domestic partner
for your former home?
And, don’t just say it would be me
because you’re tired of the alimortgage payments.

Seems like if they’re not f***in’ with you
then they’re bleeding you blind,
or both.
But,
when they play nice,
inside and outside,
then I can’t imagine why
anybody would mortgage with me.

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Wisdom’s Home

Wisdom can be rationally and exegetically discerned,
because we process information through the same multisystemic RNA,
nutritionally regenerative root
and sequential development system.

Natural system wisdom is also sacred,
because it is omnipresently synergetic.

Wisdom evolves toward transcendence,
transitional dance,
because human bicamerally processing nature
requires transactional economic cooperative intent
as our (0)-soul Positive Proof exegetical assumption.

Wisdom resonates and resolves multisystemically,
liturgical in Universal Law rhythms, patterns,
sounds and sights and smells,
tastes and feelings of gravity
toward nutritional liturgy
and away from toxic intent,
away from negative-live dissonant practices,
away from sub-optimizing monocultures
of entropic chaos.

Wisdom comprehends Ego’s relationship with land,
sea and sky,
Earth and Earth’s speciating Tribes, people;
wisdom understands my relationship with Other natural systems
not as “ownership”
but as a marriage contract,
between human natures and local ecosystems.

A local ecosystem marriage
with a humanely contracted portion of Mother Earth
and Her products descended from generations past,
evolved onto this place at this time;
This sacred marriage double-binds my agreement
to care for Her as She has cared for all EarthTribes.

Mutually cooperative ownership is,
more wisely,
a sacred Partnership Contract,
a marriage rite
opening Ego’s future home life toward redemptive liturgies,
with diurnal solar and monthly lunar,
perennial seasonal completion
of rings around our mutually branching tree of life;
until Ego’s body returns into,
becomes entirely absorbed within,
this Partner-EcoHome.

Wisdom belongs passionately discerned
through ecojustice of peace marriage.

 

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