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ReMembering Me Next Time

I suspect many of us,
if not all,
with a mindful of bodhisattva
positive deviant parented and educated exceptions,
grow up feeling like a human win/lose sinner
fighting against a divine win/win messiah within,

Internally conflicted
about being sent from past sacred regenerations
of survivors
and thrivers
to redeem a fractured Earth
in preparation for secular/sacred
dipolar co-arising Rapture Climates,
epic Operas,
small operations,
of and for EarthJustice grace,
love,
win/win compassion,

To raise multicultural economic health
from death’s fading door,
to prophecy polycultural nutritional wealth,

To face immanently within
health/wealth bicameral Rapture,
predicting all Earth’s cooperative messianic reweaving
of di-hemispheric bilateral ClimateResilience
for sacredly intersectional ZeroZone Earth

And all Gaian-Christian-Taoist-PolyCulturalist
humane sinners,
winning behavioral secular interdependent resonance
to regain sacredly resilient EarthTribe’s eco-political Trust

In humane sinners
redeemed by hearing divine sainted voices,
nutrients,
natures,
spirits,
NonZeroSum Souls

Becoming secular-
sacred interdependent Being.

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Hate-Love Relationship

Where we embrace love,
Grief is as strong as death;
love lost.

Where we are afflicted with hate,
Gratitude is as strong as death;
loss wished for.

Grief rages against loss,
Yet gratitude lost
can become violently angered,
terrorist frightened
of present and future
as past’s reincarnate vulnerable pain.

Grief begins
felt in solitary vulnerability.
Gratitude eventually heals
through transparently shared solidarity.

Love is as strong as
mortality’s vulnerable weakness.
No more,
no less,
as these merge into one healing face
of gratitude for co-relational gain
more than mere absence of pain.

Habitual love,
Earth-inhabiting resonant life,
Eco-regenerativity
as strong as
Ego-relationality.

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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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Green Sanctuary Propositions

Who are you most longing to become?

How we answer this is different for an ancient rooted tree
than for a recent immigrant
searching for a niche of stable self-sufficiency.

Who we already have become together
feels more important to thriving groves of WiseElders
than to adolescent immigrants
actively learning creolizing bilingual skills
still coming together for survival.

So too, offering Sanctuary,
becoming Sanctuary,
inviting Sanctuary,
is rooted in Green complex nutrients
for feeding
and warm wet watering
whispering easier
cozier
more accessible nutrients
for everyone–
but especially appreciated
by more recent emigrants
to a new garden of hospitality,
of multicultural cooperation,
of shared cooperative residence
and patterns of safe,
sometimes exciting, new transport
toward healthiest wealth.

A gardener’s intent
to both offer and share sanctuary
may provoke well-nurtured gratitude
in a recent annual immigrant,
but a more sleepy and self-satisfied entitlement
in mature seniority of perennials,

Yet, primordially feeling and speaking,
we are all immigrants newly becoming together
with each new dawn,
and determined to cooperatively rest
in grateful dreams
with each renewing dusk.

Who are we most belonging
by becoming Green Sanctuary
together?

Some guilds of mutual interest
and investment
invite growing a cooperative sanctuary for food,

Other teams choose cooperatively owned and managed shelter,
gardens,
farms,
transporting cars and trucks
and bikes and horses,

Others focus on cooperatively owned and managed soil,
observing that democratically co-invested compost,
like capital,
recalls healthy savings in a nutritional bank
for cooperative food constituents.

And so it went,
whether Republican or Democrat,
Libertarian or Green,
Who we want to become together
is more cooperatively resilient,
more robustly compassionate
and co-empowering,
so less aloof
alone
smug and self-satisfied
about our competitive win/lose economic
and partisan histories of colonization;

When, truth become remembered,
we are all reborn naked
and needy
immigrants.

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How PeaceWarriors Do It

The sacred power climax experience
of holy integrity
is more of a one time
of full-baptismal rebirth
into a depleting orgasmic fertility event
for horny patriarchs
of global monoculturally zealous redemption

Left-hemisphere dominant
West-hemisphere universal either/or commodified
monopoly on value of wealth,
disvalue of poverty, marginalization, abandoned, disowned,
divorced from wealth’s original health regenerative intent
DNA inspired/expired/transpired/OK, just plain spired,

Bilaterally spirited,
bicamerally effluent,
timeless flow-power
wombed and webbed,
seeded and Yin/Yang
Both/And egged.

Multiculturally healthy resonant climates
are more of this slow-grown experiential climax
and deja-vu all over again re-climax
peak and valley wave-linear
spiraling herstoric eco-mythic events
of ongoing MotherEarth reclimax;

More of a communal process
of mini-critical attachment/detachment events
recreating orgasmic fertile climates
for regeneratively cooperative
global forest/local multicultural tree-lover ecofeminists
resiliently co-invested
in intimately local polycultural intersectional frames
for viewing health/wealth creation co-arising processes;

ReCreative tensions
tipping points between
YangUniversal Either/Or thinking
AND
YinUnitarian Both/And dialogical co-arising
feelings of polypathic co-attachment

To resilient spatial EarthPlace
and resonantly polyphonic ZeroSoul
GeoCentric BiNomial Time
for multiculturing
creolizing
local with global
experience with theoretical
felt with thought
touched and listened
right with left
sacred why with secular what
resonant flow with resiliently wide
strong
bold
robust
abundantly progressive freedom
yet non-extractive, non-violent revolutionary
peak peace-warriors
ego/eco-therapeutic
20-20 audio-visual 4D RealTime
= EarthJustice spacetime co-operating
transubstantiating communal interdependent
neurological
DNA-transpiraling
health/wealth
co-arising transportive communion experience

Every leaf
a rhythmic dance,
a multi-colored octave song-singing tree,
seen and heard
by those living in forests for bicameral ears
to hear Earth’s nurturing/taxing
waning/waxing climate feelings
healthy only when wealthy,
wealthy values only co-arising healthy resilient integrity

As radical as dancing energy
cooperatively trusting democratic co-invested choreographers,
MultiCultural EarthTribe communicators.
deep theo/eco-logical listening learners

Speaking in open
transparent
vulnerable invitations:
Listen, my children
and we shall together hear
here and now

Why we know we can walk our EarthLove talk
if we are old enough to sing while dancing
experientially
in warm wet womb memory
or imaged future compassion stories,
operas,
co-operative trust co-investments,
communion days and families and villages
of singing resonant mind Here
and dancing resilient body Now.

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Listening for Sustainability

My daughter,
with Fetal Alcohol crippling emotional intelligence damage
and Cerebral Palsy perpetual TerribleTwo
“is too many,
because Earth is all about ego-defiant me”
has taught herself
to attach her lips,
and sometimes her wet licking tongue
when she is feeling particularly needy
and/or playful
or maybe just hungry,
to my male dominant capitalist-head
when she needs to feel noticed
attached
connected
invested in
better.

This Saturday morning
she commits the unpardonable sin
of waking up before seven a.m.
Eleven is closer to her business as usual.

After bath and costuming,
both accomplished with as little support from me,
autonomously distracted, as possible,
she goes to our kitchen
to watch her favorite animated song and dance loops
on It’s All About You
Tube.

I am hanging out with my son,
also with cerebral palsy,
but unable to walk without balancing assistance
and unable to talk in either direction,
talk back or proclaim forth,
which is more his sister’s favorite skill set.

After a few minutes
of only slightly compromised peace
this sunny summer Saturday morning,
the daughter comes in
to demand her support staff (me)
prepare her royal breakfast (immediately).

I invite her to self-serve.

She says No!
repeatedly
while I remind her
she is capable of going to the freezer,
extracting one microwave pancake and sausage
on a stick,
wrapping it in one square of paper towel,
opening the microwave door,
placing it on the rotating glass plate inside,
closing the door,
pushing 1, 0, 0,
waiting for the ding,
and removing her breakfast by holding the stick,
waiting for it to cool,
removing the paper towel,
and devouring the pancake,
then the sausage,
as usual.

She responds
I want you to do it.

I respond
I want you to do it.

“No, Help me!”

“I am helping you!”

“No!
You do it; not me!”

“Why?”

“Because I”m watching my tablet.”

“And I’m trying to meditate
and write!”

“No! Help me!”

So, I ask for a time out.
We have been at this same impasse countless times.
It’s a ritual,
obsessive and compulsively lose/lose.
We are both not listening
while we are also not meditating
and watching
and writing healthier song and dance stories.

What’s happening here?
You know you can make your own breakfast.
Is this about not wanting to be alone?
Do you want me to show you
how crazy I am about you?

“Can I have a kiss?”

And then we do the “my lips on your head”
And “my head on your lips” ritual.
I give her a back and shoulder massage
while she has her therapeutic attachment breakfast.

My daughter smiles,
leaves the room without further demands,
goes back to the freezer,
pulls out a Blanketed Pig
on a stick…

I go back to writing
about resilience
and remediating potential lose/lose Earth climates
and emotionally cooperative reparations.

My son goes back to sleep,
having had a good belly laugh
at our curiously outspoken craziness,
reminding me
Curiosity is a more effective left-hemisphere tool
than working hard to feel right-hemisphere patience
in the face of apparent weapons
wielded by alien win/lose forces
in an otherwise win/win potentiated
interactive ego/eco-system.

He sits up,
groaning
repeatedly,
until I re-emerge
aware
He needs a diaper change,
on this peaceful sunny summer Saturday morning
riding still-revolving climates of Earth
re-creating green-blue-red
ultra-nonviolent win/win living systems
of actively communicating co-enlightenment.

Maybe we’ll have lunch on the backyard deck
under our barn red umbrella
as the Thames River continues to flow downstream
from northern stars
toward southern sun sustaining states.

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Hopeful Whistling Signs

I recall similar signs and notices
of ironic appeal:

“We have a zero-tolerance policy against bullying”
ripped and torn,
and is that a dried yellow yolk stain?

“This is a NO GUNS neighborhood”
surrounded by a lot
vacant except for weeds
mulched in broken shards of glass.

ZERO CRIME AREA notices
as prolific as NO HUNTING signs
in SureWood BeNice Forest.

Me thinks
we protest
too much
to not raise questions
about the wisdom of declaring victory
and moving on,
rather than struggling through win/lose
toward win/win resilient climates of peace.

Perhaps the guns
and their bully keepers
can’t read,
or don’t choose to notice the notice,
or don’t have enough time
in their conflicted day
on their lose/lose way
to making liars
of our best win/win published intentions

Made by frustrated raw spot prey
on some other day
in some other room
they would not
could not
should not feel free to enter
listen
then speak transparently
of their/our own vulnerably exhausted sweet spots

Now worn into deeply entrenched
isolated anger
hate
fear
envy
mistrust
distrust
defensive fight and/or flee choices

Provoked by win/lose competitive environments
cultures
climates
experiences
not bully and gun and crime
and co-related raw spot free.

Universal compassion
is a worthy goal.
But declaring goals already achieved
does not help induce real world cooperative progress,
especially for those not in the room
to help write our negative injunctions.

Perhaps we would healthier
and more effectively begin
with our positive universal aspirations:

We invite Zero Intolerance
Learning to listen with active compassion.

This is a ProPeace place
Cooperatively held active safe space
for growing our ego/eco-managed win/win grace.

We multiculturally and inclusively love co-passion searches
rather than dispassioned hunts
and nihilistic degenerative desertions.

Healthy people
seldom step out in anger
while co-inviting ourselves to step into compassion
with coming peacefully home messages
rather than angry commands to go back
to alien lose/lose lands from which none of us
could ever hope to survive,
much less win/win thrive.

Signs against patriarchal colonizing offenses
do not give compassionate notice
we are for matriarchal creolizing passions.

 

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