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Nature Preserves

I don’t know many people so urbanized
they would not prefer a nature preserve
and star light
for neighbors, day and night,
over a new developed suburbanization.

Not too many people smile
when they drive by a familiar farm
with woodlands,
now scraped and scaped,
graveled and turfed,
cut down and razed with concrete foundations,
ready for more humans
not preserving natural relations
with more diverse species.

Nature preserves
promote both natural and spiritual reserves.

External nature preservation
emotionally walks
senses
feels and smells and touches
internal spiritual reserves,
sanctuary,
sacred habitat.

Most of us still cherish
natural multicultural places
as also spiritual polyphonic spaces
to visit,
know as cherished neighbors.

Few of us still live and love
as residents among sacramental traces
of past Paradise.

Even if right-brain’s emotional integrity of Earth sensed
as an interdependent matriarchal reservation
for restoring justice
through multicultural preserves
for inclusively democratic peace
has atrophied
to prefer the smell of asphalt
and chemically treated turf,

Together,
we can still remember
sacred ecological relationships,
glowing star lit nights,
cherished campfire habitats
following only DNA’s inspired multicultural health
as spirited happiness
instructions.

Natural wisdom
that what is good,
even for autonomous ego-development,
is also healthy
for sacred Nature’s preservation,
including Humane Places,
natural
sacramental,
emotionally and cognitively intelligent
Reservations

about what is healthy progress
and what is impoverishing regress.

Often,
in left-brain dominant prose,
We invest capitalized empowerment intention
investment in unnatural domesticated places,
re-nouns and pro-nouns more Proper,
speaking of independent ego-autonomy’s
drive-by missions,

And,
we fail to naturally reserve more capitalization
for what feeds our Spiritual Integrity Preservation.

 

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Once Upon a Reservation

Back in the height
of our pre-millennial military-industrial
post-revolutionary days
of competing excess…

No, love,
Stick with
Once upon our Sacred Times…

Once upon a time
here in the US of Northern Americas
we used a Reservation Model
to dispose of hopelessly disabled aboriginals,
too RightBrain prominent,
throw-back quasi-human
First EarthNation
Nature/Spirit
multilanguaged unencultured Tribes.

Unfortunately,
not all primitive handicaps fit equally well
in the same Reservation Stew.

For some,
these new places were a somewhat different temperate zone,
not home, but not hell either,
and therefore tolerable,

But basically mistrusted
as a nongift
from an alien,
arrogant,
too-privileged,
undemocratic,
irresponsible Great White Father
authoritarian figure
of incomprehensibly irresponsible speech–
as if you could actually own water
and soil
and airwaves
and healthy polycultural forests,
and oceans,
or even MotherEarth Herself.

For others,
all of the above,
plus insufferably claustrophobic paranoia,
serious mental and physical disabling survival issues
and a diseased failure to thrive,
especially for the young and old,
and maybe the mother gardeners,
and wanna-be EarthRooted SacredGarden Mothers.

Today we can still see disabling remnants,
sometimes oppressive Reservation Group Homes,
DayCare NonCenter WayStations,
NonTherapeutic Nursing Homes
and Special InsideOnly Classroom Schools,
designed by a sinister failure to listen
to outdoor disabled voices

A failure to multiculturally listen
for polycultural health/wealth optimization
health standards,
dearest.

…What she said,
And, how much time have we invested in listening
to hurt children
and really confused hormone-appropriate adolescents,…

Don’t talk about unhealthy sexual non-relational deprivation,
love,
It’s too vulnerable a topic
for your Poetry Club Meeting.

…What she said,
And listening to immature adults with physical disabilities,
and defeated,
wrinkled,
bent over weeping willows
with no idea when they were last held
and loved as a fully cherished Ego

Person, old Positive Psychologist,
not Ego,
Valued persons here in this sacred space,
this Earth NonReservation Place.

A fully cherished person
would not have been shipped off to the Reservation
where everyone knows
we are all able to grow in multicultural love…

With polycultural health outcomes.

What s/he said,
And “Special” home or classroom
or therapeutic habitat
does not necessarily mean better
or healthier,

And, for some,
“Special” seems to grow pathologically worse.

Or at least
Seems to not grow any better long-term vibrant health.

Right,
our disability Reservations
appear to be further dis-enabling
as health-optimizing nutritional habitats
As compared with wealthy green environments
filled with organic eco/ego-therapeutic parents
and teachers
of Food and Fuel and Fiber MultiSensory Justice
for All.

Especially for all disabling side-by-side siloed residents
living in primarily inside-voices habitats
without the music and dance,
voices and movements
of NatureSpirit’s Great EarthTribe,
First RightBrain prominent
non-languaged
secular/sacred Elders,
all equally WinWin emerging
from EarthMother’s polyculturing…

Really?
Now I would have gone with
Nature/Spirit multiculturing…

ZeroZone WinWin warm-wet-Womb.

Kind of a pre-revolutionary
post-millennial
WWW cooperative health optimizing place

With non-reservation Real SpaceTime 4D WealthTrends.

Much too transparent
and creolizingly vulnerable.
Let’s get back to dreams
of building better outdoor classrooms,
FourSeason porches
and greenhouses
and organically resilient gardens
and decks
and seaside docks,
observation platforms
for worshiping NatureSpirit Earth Voices,
radiant skin caressing Beauty,
look and feel of green wildgrass containers
in raised beds
for sensory hand play
and lower,
for naked foot massages,
back-rub rocks
and historic trails of shade embracing MotherTrees
reforesting a therapeutic nutritional Planet…

Don’t forget natural lighting
and a preference for clean and radiation-safe air,
more music and less bombing and sirens
and automated ballistics
ricocheting inside classrooms…

And sufficient pure-flowing water,
so clear
we can remember Antelope and Buffalo Elders
drinking from nearby streams…

And Eagles,
Don’t forget to mention the Eagles and Hawks…

What about the Doves?

Too redundant…
Not your primary audience.

And recycling hydropower mills,
Awesome rain chains
and solar panels
and wind turbines
and resonant chimes
and harmonic bells
and prisms
for inside rainbow light
where candlelight
would not feel resiliently safe.

I fear we have veered far off our original
raised-bed reservation.

I miss the music of my colonizing youth.

But not the Muse,
apparently.

Transparently?

Not for us to say
on this enabling health and nutrition
and food
and fuel
and WinWin fibrous network Way.

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