Subversive Dance

I hope we can help ourselves
and each other
become quieter,
more leisurely,
graceful dancers of sound
voices of color
to see and hear these quieter vibrations
of wildness.

relatively untouched forests of mountains
and oceans,
swamps of wildness
for quiet forms of song and Earth dance.

moving to louder voices of climate pathology
and landscape erosion
decomposition of home and safety,
but also quieter dance
of witness
stalking visual prey
we would not violate with unwanted harming touch,
turning and swirling whorls of joy
yet also loud tornadoes
tsunamis whirling wildly loud.

Loud dance thrashing
climates of disarray
for smaller subclimates within
remaining wildness of species memory.

Memory of meadow walks
and naked tree climbing
swinging dances with polyphonic gendered nature
nurturing quieter wilderness
teaching slowing leisurely dance
through each day
returning to healthy full moon wealth
of wildness,
ecodancing movement to sound
and pause for silent graced lines
of sight.

Sights of quieter fragrance
and pungent distant fear
remembering mountain
water and air
fire and Earth’s Wildness
dancing loud pathologies
of Her majesty and awful wonder
reminding me and us
to respect our wise gratitude
for quieter voices and movements of nature
teaching grace as gratitude
for wilderness within
as wisely without you and I.

I hope I can help
grow quieter listeners
of wildness songs sung together
with dancing graceful pause,
wish for wilderness witnessing partners,
mutually stalking copresence
within Earth’s cooperative quiet majesty,
ecodancing drums
too anthro-discentering loud,
yet sometimes refreshingly polypathic quieter journeys
dancing softly hummed,
paused within echoing forests
of bounding binding wonder.



Setting aside richly incorporated through homeless economies,
we have three political ways
to compare a population’s internal status:
a. Aboriginal populations,
b. Immigrants–sometimes appearing as multiculturing creolic waves,
c. EmPowered Natives.

Natives are aboriginals
unless a more self-centered wave of supremacist immigrants
stake and successfully defend their claim to be rightful
through mightful
or maybe even cooperatively insightful
leaving aboriginals politically,
and presumably intellectually,
and most certainly economically,
akin to neanderthals,
who were immigrants from our disowned mammalian branch
of history’s ecologically polyculturing tree.

Into the 1800s,
New England Puritan waves
referred to themselves as native Americans,
meaning not those horrible Irish,
much less those displaced,
bought and sold,
neanderthal slaves;
giving no thought at all
to aboriginal Wild and Terrorizing Indian cultures in place
in this their now nativizing home
through tools of capitalistic colonialism,
self-declaring ownership
by way of piracy,
stealing from those Original Native Americans
who thought we owned Earth to care-give and care-receive
in cooperative Common.

We confuse supremacy of native cultures
with immigrant status of EastEuropean White MaleDominant
“Christian” equals “Humane-Spiritual CoOperative Democrat”,
at least among our more enlightened selves,
doing decent white family business
as our evolutionary entitlement
because Jesus said this must be so
to become and defend and remain
God’s PureLight Beacon on our SelfImaged Hill,
learning to preoccupy ourselves with criminalizing
and marginalizing aboriginals,
or merely counted, commodified, and reserved
for future abuse.
(The gospels suggest
he mentored and said just the opposite,
as God’s radically inclusive love,
but never mind the details
of original exegetical historical cultural intent,
this is fake non-news we’re talking about.)

This confusion of original ownership
and what best to do with Earth as shared home,
continues to rear its ugly immigrant identity head,
feeding false senses of supremacy
if we cannot find long overdue living within solidarity
through extending healthy cooperative-oriented identity
as Earth’s multiculturing family,
local community, inviting full age and gender and racial
and religious cultural diversity as blessings
within a global cooperative matriarchal economy
recognizing no politically significant difference
between Original Aboriginal Mothers
and Native Mothers,
as these would both originate from and for Mother Earth,
Sacred Scorpion,
ReGenerative Change,
Creator of the Universe(s),
SkyWoman, etc.

Truly Aboriginal Americans,
as they have watched us immigrant waves
play out our continuously comodifying web
faster than our democratically inclusive co-empowerment,
describe our Judeo-Christian immigrant claims
as incompletely arrived and committed
because, in a sense,
our LeftBrain dominant mindbodies
have not yet fully landed with both feet,
Left with Right,
on Earth’s fully-animating New-Old World humus.

We are collectively less and less natively sure,
as each perennial recent immigrant generation becomes reborn,
of whether we would better return
back from where our Christian capitalist ForeFathers
more patriarchally,
and aboriginally,
came from.

Are we going to stay?
Learn Native American health and pathology,
cooperative ways to animate and reanimate nutritional enculturations,
permacultural designs,
self-governing deep ecological economic nutritional education,
matriarchal-patriarchal political organization,
or remain further lost,
far from self-identity’s home
as Commons Immigrants?

If we combine
Native American Original Instructions
to Nanabozho,
First Messianic Man,
with Christ as Creator’s humane-sacred bilateral Son,
and Taoism’s Black Scorpion
as Black YHWH,
meaning rich dark embryonic matriarchal yin-side co-dominant co-presence,
or, more simply,
not-white Empty YHWH,
in sort of an entropic Buddhist way of reversing Interdependence
as also Black fullness of integrity,
then Creator God’s Original Instruction
for all humane-sacred immigrants,
(because time is lifetime
and circular,
in this Native American place of fertile cycling through frozen seasons)
each greets cooperative Mother Earth
as normal healthy maturation.

This is how we become native to EarthTribe,
breathing in Left clear white light
to breathe out pathological Right waste
floating up and out
feeding and recreating Black Scorpion’s matriarchal potential,
too-long repressed,
to re-invest in future waves
of grateful immigrant status;
not so very much about colonizing and disowning
Aboriginal intelligence and wisdom,
taking only what can be commodified
in capital-growing nutritional markets
divinely, if not maybe humanely, intended
through self-manifest, although maybe not so much other-manifest, destiny
of self-declared natives,
unwilling to face hypocrisy of antiChristian piracy,
colonizing history,
buying and selling God’s gratuitous love.

Puritan pirates,
like latter day supremacist capitalists,
failed our democratic potential
to see and hear and feel and taste and smell
our greater healthier potential
conspiracy of Golden Rules for Immigrants
as also Original Instructions for Aboriginals
becoming White through Black
FullColor ScorpionTribes
of and for ecotherapeutic bilateral breathing
eco-intelligent communication,
integrity of His/Her Immigrant EcoStory.


Immigrants Gone Native

I suppose it isn’t rather nice
to think of us this way,
but to the squirrels
and the trees,
the robins and the grasses,
human natures are Earth’s great transitioning immigrants
on this block
we call a planet.

In this newest arrival sense,
I hope and fear,
we are Earth’s greatest immigrant yield,
pushing transitional boundaries
toward radical landscape and even climate caustic developments
Earth prefers somewhat less infestation of,
for every animated creation’s sake.

Even the rivers and lakes
and ice caps
and glaciers complain
about us,
their latest wave of high maintenance immigrants.

Cousins, maybe,
when Earth’s NonHuman Tribes are in a more generous mood.
Extended family drawn from pre-historic RNA,
then those upstart DNA, roots,
yet still evolving emergent family economies
out to uncomfortably embrace our less ecological nonsense,
causing further stress among all our natural-spiritual natives.

like rattle snakes and scorpions,
seem quite riled up
about our Beacon on a Hill attitudes
toward them,
our originating hosts.
It is, after all,
one thing to become grateful immigrants,
and quite another to become entitled supremacists
and racists
and sexists
where patriarchs rule over,
and too often against,
our matriarchal lines of Earth’s Original Instructions,
embryonic Golden Rule mentors
for native multiculturing thrival,
which survivalist “us-or-them” recent immigrants
to the White House, not to name names,
reduce to food chain narrow-minded nonthinking,
not noticing
Earth chains of nutrition are also lattices,
circling spirals of eco-immigration
journeying together dynamic cooperative systems
of mutually becoming.

Healthy nature networks
have exegetical advantage
seeing and feeling this lattice structured system
of each new species’ generation
producing new immigrants from our wombs
and harvested,
although not necessarily planted,
health wealthing seeds.

New immigrant generations,
young ones,
may better know and sense
our mutually emergent immigrant status,
circling back toward Original Golden Rule Instructions,
to enfranchise all life
as liberally
as mutual positive outcome possible
to better sing and dance
our proudly shared immigration histories;
co-celebrants interdependently polypathic
and polyphonic.

More than just a humble postscript,
this play of natures
across Earth’s immigration stage proclaim:
If natural and spiritual reason supports democracy
as healthy,
and totalitarian WinLose ecopolitics as pathological,
for human natures emigrating toward health
including happiness
including prospects of co-operative wealthing outcomes,
then Earth’s historical evolutionary grace
kindly invites us to recall
by reconstructing,
What is good for human nature
must remain good for all Earth natures,
animated becomings,
or our native host species
never would have given residency to us,
this last great transitional wave of vulnerable immigrants.

Just because these older waves of immigrants
can’t talk our democratic talk
does not mean they don’t walk
our health and pathology walk.
When in doubt about such radical co-franchisement
ask fading glaciers
and polar caps
how they are voting with their melts
while human natures continue
to stomp our immigrating feet,
hold our newborn breath,
until we hear more blue-green matriarchal,
turquoise regenerate cycling for some
who study emigrating bilateral spirals.

WinLose temperature elevating tantrums,
holding nature’s collective breath captive,
waiting for rebirth of co-animating choices
as Earth’s Tribes of EcoImmigrants
flowering spirals,
effective spells
inciting this one last great co-immigrant transition
into reborn matriarchal,
also cooperatively-owned partner patriarchal,
full-living color,
inviting each and all
to never fade out
to all Western NorthernWhite Capitalists
pursuing monocultural supremacy
of WinLose entropy,
empty dissonance,
white noise of Other Absence.

Squirrels and trees,
robins and rivers,
have chosen us to emigrate from past times
with them
toward our mutual co-enfranchisement.
So, no fair anti-ecologically disenfranchising them,
our native healthing
prosperous democratic hosts.


FullColor Revolution

We might
we must
we mightily engage color’s radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity’s tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby release
this collective stranglehold on white
as might
and right
or fight
absence of color’s ecological transparency,
vulnerability becoming
whichever rhythms and patterns
and designs embraced by history’s plutocracies,
aristocracies of inherited reasons
and power over multiculturing regard
for more nuanced beauty
as shading good and graduating vital
dense and high and deep and rich
refracting black’s full unweaving potential
in wheels
and spirals,
octaves of transmorphing
resounding form
with fertile major and minor functions;
prime polynomials
and sublime notnot fully stretching spiral binomials.

Earth is no more
as simple as white over black
emerging from dualdark
before color-fractal light
than merely patriarchal competitions
or matriarchal cooperations;
color speaks and thinks,
resonates and resolves and reweaves
more richly promising
than polarizing extremes,
neither black nor white
or probable
much less primary
without triaged enlightenment
inducting from within,
deducting with without,
hypostatic co-arisings
of sacred-secular
heavenly Light bespeaking Earth nutrition’s humus
ringing left as ultra
with right as violet,
black dipolar light
less bright,
spilling shades of grey
to red and blue
yellow green
just right spacetime
ego-eco balancing
identities dipolar
inducting from embryonic matriarchs
deducing with wisdom’s wealth of reasons
for and of
within and yet beyond
regenerating dipolar seasons
revolving revolutions,
time’s color passing
passioning promise,
integrity of speciating spectral
hue and cry
time and pitch
resonant polypathic
polyculturing outcomes
polynomial Earth resolving

We are so statically
and strategically stuck
between exegetical polarities of black on white
and transparency of white supremacy
over black opaque mysteriously unexplored
under-valued rich density,
matriarchs riding co-passioning patriarchs
and patriarchs overpowering matriarchs,
we miss robust complexity
midway between
where all our best and brightest
ecopolitical opportunity
our reawakening
full-color claims of freedom
strains of rights
blends of fearless liberty
gathering redolent resonance.

Each of us,
regardless of our position on Earth today
has emerged continuously from cooperative matriarchal embryonics
back through time,
across diversity of organic species,
on back to synergetically regenerate organisms
ringing back as forth,
our polyphonic full-fractal spectrum between
beyond grey-scale lines
of black Yang fully interdependent
loving white Yin empty
polypathic promise.




BeNighted EnLightenment

Potawatomi language,
says Robin Wall Kimmerer,
does not verbally divide us into masculine and feminine.
However, unlike most English verbs,
Potawatomi verbs distinguish between animate and inanimate objects.

For example,
we use sit down
when speaking to an unruly son
and set down
when speaking of what we did with a stone
or a book
which the unruly son would never read.

I wonder if there are other ways
we could evolve this distinction
and if it would change how our relationships feel
over sufficient time
spreading across a multiculturing continent
of organic languages
and interdependent species.

I notice my own ways of using becoming,
where others might use being.
“Oh, that’s just your son
being your son”
sounds to me like
“That’s our son still becoming”
whomever he most hopes to become,
or not,
for some mysteriously unmotivated reasons.

It think it was David Bohm
who saw verbs as dynamically emerging and submerging,
diastatically full-bloomed
all the way through to
as static as a rock
appears upon it’s still emerging surface
slowly arriving time’s dynamic change trajectories.

The observation that “Climate change just is”
neither good nor bad in and of itself
becomes “Climate change emerges
and submerges within humanizing consciousness.”

“The current climate pathology trend just is”
becomes bad,
assuming climate health might become therapeutically good,
but what are we going to do?
What are we already in process of becoming?

It, pathology, just hopelessly is.
What right does Chicken Little have
to not deny that our sky is fading?
That’s what sky is.
It fades, every day.
At least for now.
Until it’s gone.
But, like Scarlet,
we’ll think about that tomorrow.
Or maybe we can let the grandkids
worry about what’s left.
Which is a good reason to not have kids…

So, climate pathology
submerges down deeper,
for awhile,
as climate change
equals Business As Usual;
it simply is
dissonance about outstanding hopeless pathologies,
inducing compassion yawns of exhaustion.

But another comparison between Potawatomi
and English is a reverse proportion
between verbs and nouns.
First Nation languages grow weighted toward dynamic becoming
and un-becoming verbs
as English lists heavily toward more static nouns.

This also reminds me of something David Bohm observed
about verbal functions of nouns
as becoming systems and unraveling systems,
or at least potentially unraveling,
as what becomes
must un-become,
systemically speaking.
For every dynamic
a season.

And, verbing nouns cast this peculiar word “climate”
in a more flowing toward and away from diastatic health
Paradise perspective,
like consciousness inside
climates influence outside
flowing toward healthier days and nights
easier to not do wrong as right
decades and cultures
industries and artifacts
scientific and artistic landscapes,
ebbing toward more dissonant
decaying decadent pathologies
rooted in our denial of what’s coming, yes.

But, more significantly,
continuing support for climate pathology
within a noun-oriented
static reductive LeftBrain frame of mind,
also denies hard empirical evidence of loss accelerating rates
already incurred,
already dynamically melting away,
multicultural disinvestment
becoming a more monoculturally anthropocentric
thrown away
overpopulating “I’ll think about your disappearing kids’ futures tomorrow”
negative dynamic

What this superfluity of pessimistic denial fails to claim,
and build upon,
grows our ebb and flow dynamic of consciousness
and climates of imagined and historically remembered health
delineating pathological climate trends
in this our time
as we all struggle to breathe
more cooperatively together.

If we have not become conscious of health
then we cannot define pathological boundaries thereto,
just as we could not have a dynamic verb for benighting
if we had never reached for enlightening.

Theories of relative evolutions
lead developing learners of language and culture
to conclude
“OK, you say benighting climate pathology,
I say enlightened healthy ecopolitical climate,
at least for me and mine.”

Yet there are no LeftBrain contrasts of relativity
if not older RightBrain dipolar comparisons of interelationship
between internally dynamic and dissonant nutritional climates.

Bilaterally interdependent consciousness
of DNA transcribing Earth’s regenerativity
ebbs verbal pathology
and flows healthy nurturing phases
of co-arising becoming dynamic consciousness
co-conscious healthy climates
in-Yin as out-Yang
mutually symbiotic.

Paraphrasing Bucky Fuller,
DualBlind concave cosmology
as SpecialCaseTime-squared,
enlightening business as usual,
co-operative 4D prime-relational convex,
Left’s Theory of Relativity
with Right’s older metaphysical eco-inductions
of/for CoOperative Theories of Prime Relationship.

The sky is becoming faded
as Earth becomes inundated with too many aristocratic chickens
telling each other what not to RightBrain WinWin do
and what to do to control resulting LeftBrain dominant
Anger Management control issues.


Sounds of Safety

If the sound of a bomb falling
on someone else’s home
is the first way you can hear your own safety,
your community defense,
then you have buried older
more pervasive
sounds of love and laughter
of which humanity was made
from regenerative seeds,
not degenerate needs
to blast back.


ReMembering Mortality

I wonder if something essential
to my individual identity,
our diverse ego centers,
must become recognized as waning,
on it’s
decomposing way toward death,
absence of hope for infinite future physical ego-integrity,
before it becomes possible to grab on to CoOperative Promise
with my more inductive eco-centering feeling left hand
to grow again from non-dominant
embryonic RightBrain organic seasonal beginnings
of listening for global multicultural integrity,
that matriarchal matters more, some Advent seasons,
and equally, during transitional birthing seasons,
and sometimes less revolutionary
yet still dipolar co-arising ego’s relentless waning.

Not just knowing death as incoming (0)-sum absence
of capacity to return love offered,
fear threatened,
but also gratitude for each eco-normative relationship
having become matriarchal integrity reborn,
some gone before already
and yet many to continue on
throughout this our eco-operating lines.

It is in my ego vulnerability
that Earth’s continuous matriarchal rebirth
grows reweaving
both within my personal landscape
and across this our ecopolitical global climate.