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Outdoor Sanctuary

I am much more likely to feel like a respectful,
trusting family member
than an entitled warrior,
when outside “property improvements”
than when inside anthropocentric habitats.

Sometimes
even as I approach my favorite sanctuary,
an AllSouls Unitarian-Universalist built structure,
I feel more sacred peace before I open our front door
of intended mutual hospitality
accommodation
conversation
accompaniment on life’s great spirited journey,
than after closed off into merely human monoculturing nature.

It’s not that I see or hear myself
as some great and profound nature mystic.
A post-millennial John Muir
I am clearly not,
although I would like to at least feel myself this communal way.

This contrast between indoor and outdoor trust
and resonance
comes not from feeling trees embrace me
but from me embracing trees
through sight
and sound,
smell,
touch,
occasionally taste, if no humans are watching
with judgmental eyes.

Trees are much more tolerant of my curiosity,
intrusiveness,
than my cousins,
and most of my siblings.

Perhaps tolerance is not the best word choice.
Acceptance sounds more reassuring.
Inviting into co-presence feels too grand,
yet honorable,
worthy of vocational commitment,
loyal

Where indoor mistrust and distrust relationships
speak of selfishly heartless patriotism
and national monoculturing identity
and language and cultural antipathy,
rather than positive integrity
of a sanctuaried people
longing to live free
and comparatively loving lives
under and within paint
and textured sheetrock
looking a bit like bark
if high-end
and if I am feeling generous;
boundaried boxes smelling like chemical toxins.

This unfortunate comparison feels too simple,
for sustained resolution
of internal unsancturied sensitivity,
to notice I need to get out more,
because this means leaving my good faith community behind
as if I were so autonomously strong
in active outside hope and passionately robust love
that I need not hear human stories,
songs,
Need not see and conjoin liturgical non-verbal dance,
sacred rhythms
and patterns of compassionate dialogue,
mutual esteem and support,
appreciation,
warm accompaniment,
not of warriors,
but of peace-builders,
resolvers,
cooperative listeners, prayers
non-predative.

My oppositionally defiant daughter,
when in a forgiving mood,
refers to me as a “Talking Head.”

I find too much truth in her smiling tolerance
of this inflamed ego’s hunger and thirst
for regard
rather than a quieter mutual righteousness
of co-presence,
stalking hearts
inside as necessary for communion’s nurture
and outside as profitable for everyday sane nature.

I respect the limiting fact that pipe organs
and grand pianos
cannot sustain in the rain,
but I also seem to respect the possibility
of rapture in a cappella chant
and fire-circle sanctuary dance
witnessed by trees
and stars,
spoken of only by sacred smoky breezes.

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The Warm and Caring Muse

Music
is so amusing
as warm caring
entirely uncold nondespairing

Yet, curiosity
compels cooperative courage,
while competitions in courage
disperse
absorb
devour curiosity.

Music
is curious communication
more right-brain prominent
than courageous left-brain dominant,

But, competitive solo performance
anxiety
is not amusing,
not cooperative,
not a warm inviting environment
for knowing music’s resonant lessons,
harmonic and dissonant experience,
atomically noted
and wave-circular
spiraling
cycling
and recycling
repurposing effluence;

And theoretical major Yang
and Yintegral minor transition keys
of conflicting transformations
from color to spectrum, and back again
branch to tree, and bilateral root systemic shadow structure
culturally supported future nutrients
remembering historic past health-wealth,
ego-key to eco-scales, circular and fractal-linear
ego-climate to eco-global atmosphere
identity to individuation, still individuating life
within love’s global EarthMother promise,

Music to muse, to multicultural metaphor
creation to creator, double-binding
to recreative process, energy democracy
voice, synergetic
communion
communication
democratic co-operation
energetic co-passion
eco/theo-logical metaphonic networks
of co-relational notations,
vibrations,
rhythm and pitch, color and tone
emerging through silent caring intention,
play,

Both curiously left-voiced
and courageously right-unvoiced integrity
symphonic
harmonic, karmic
synergetic

And never truly
absolutely finished,
dead-listed
fragmentary
unlusted
disloved
mortal;
The Ended.

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Repurposing Life and Death

Life or death
is a left-brain dominant cultural assumption,
While right-brain is more comfortable
with life and death,
health and pathology,
nuance of co-arising dipolarity.

Environmentalists
shout for sustainability!
Ecologists calmly advocate
polycultural energy resilience
to recreate wealthier dynamic ecosystems

While warm psychologists
and embracing psychiatrists
listen for co-relational resonance within
and between
healthy cooperative ego-systems.

But,
resonance between egos
not so robustly,
democratically healthy,
might also develop unfortunately viral,
vicious feedback loops
of negative,
toxic communication
festering monocultural missions
of supremacist degenerativity;
more of a persistently narcissistic weed patch
than a resonant right-brain
and resilient left-brain
ego/eco-system.

I recently read that viruses
can be as dead
static
zero-dynamic absent exchange of energy,
a tiny pebble,
but, when placed in a friendly organic environment,
come back to life,
rebirth resonance,
if not life/death recycling resilience.

Physicists,
sounding more like cool metaphysicists,
report subatomic particles are affluently indestructible
and effluently destructible,
depending on whether we observe as a functional part of a whole
or as a structured whole of an energy flowing past through future part.

Immortal because an unchanging co-related potentiality
within any one static moment of unimage-able time,
and yet mortal
as a constantly changing process
of co-acclimating energy exchange,
transitioning into transformation
into retransitioning.

Resilient
when spatially imaged as individual function,
secular,
autonomous,
independent sub-structure co-relational constancy
within a linear line of temporal events,
not resonantly,
sacredly fulfilled,
sufficient,
satisfying
as complete viral extending family
into spatial interdependence.

Resonantly alive
when resilience
flows toward positive healthy,
co-relational intent,
and not confused with persistent fragmentation
flowing out into dispersed
despaired
evaporating lose/lose potentialities,
monocultiuring weed patch autocratic,
self-aggrandizing intent,

Which matures into rabidity,
feeds on our own young,
future generations,
and, finally, on our own extremities
until democratic viral death
remains autonomously,
irresiliently silent
still
without hope
for life
or even further death
of life-giving species.

Which may all have something,
and nothing,
to do with why the most positively viral economic
and political
and social
and psychological
and analogical
and ethological
and metaphysical enlivening environmentalists
resonantly speak up and out!!
for optimizing sustained
dynamic
co-relational
co-arising
co-present resilience of cooperative intent!!
to optimize all climates
advocating multicultural exclamation points!!
of life and death and repurposing life…

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Communion Parasites

I worry about being unfair to other benign parasites
in my feeding-frenzy faith community,
and to myself,
because I need
and/or want
a residential
intentionally cooperative
resiliently win/win consensus
co-investing
co-managing
eco-responsible and responsive
health-wealth community.

This feels rather much to ask
of someone already satisfied with a weekly sanctuary bath,
washing off some of the weekday BusinessAsUsual compost,
looking for ever renewing possibilities for repurposing trash
into refueling treasure.

I fear afflicting innocent souls
with my competitive capitalistic commodifying infliction
endangering all sacred values
averse to genuflecting before all secularized disvalues;

My own intentional community dreams
of relief from justice as revenge
anticipate double-binding win/win commitment to mercy
as peace restoring justice
for mutually healing purposes,

Sacred sanctuary relations between and among
strong-faithed cooperative parasites on MotherEarth,
actively seeking ego-systemic kindness within
and eco-systemic compassion
communioned
communicated
through commonly-held metaphoric verbals
and metaphysical non-verbals,
motions and emotions also shared
without my own comfortably sacred faith community.

I worry this desire of mine
bears little difference
than a hope to live in a multicultural gym
rather than to come in,
invest in twenty aerobic minutes on empty rows of exercise bikes,
take a quick, very private, shower,
and leave enough hot water
for all future regenerations.

Efficient,
like commercial sandwich bread,
but not really the stuff of robust communion.

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BiNomial Communion

Children,
and the occasional healthy adult,
wonder why we say
Love grows more powerful than hate,
And why ecologists say
Multicultural ecosystems grow more resiliently
than post-climaxed monocultures
degeneratively fragmenting,

And yet we have these LeftBrain dominant either-or attitudes,
zero-sum evolutionary platitudes,
that differences in cultures
and religions
and species
and tribes
are more important to us
than our polyculturing
creolizing
intersections of polypathic similarities.

What our left brains discover
as natural analogy,
sometimes elaborate branching trees
of nutritionally co-relational ecology,
our right brains have prehistorically felt urged to uncover
as underlying spiritual metaphor,
dynamically ethological
secular purpose recovering
sacred meaning re-exploring.

LeftBrain:
I think I agree
with nondualistic Buddhists
that communication,
like nutrition,
can be punishingly fragmenting
or healthily integrating,
and usually diverse choices,
verbal and non-verbal,
outside and inside in-between.

RightBrain:
I feel we do not disagree.
Yet your way of sensing
seems awkward and reversed,
As communication is part of nutrition,
not only an ecological relationship
but a polypathic naturing/nurturing metaphor
for detached feeling climates
and primally attached multicultures
of resilient left either/or analogy, lie-group testing,
resonant right both/and metaphor.

LeftBrain:
It is awkward
to both metaphysically think
and physically feel
this left/right co-arising dipolar way
narrow
with deep learning metaphoric width, sweeping breadth
of dynamically sacred,
eternally timeless,
statically secular,
reductively deductive
co-relational space.

RightBrain:
I’m feeling like you need to have the last word again.

LeftBrain:
Bicamerally right analogy
so left metaphonic communion;
health as happiness
wealth of integrity.

RightBrain:
(non-verbally non-articulated) [Synergy]

LeftBrain:
I can still hear you,
you know.
This is an inside win/win game,
so none of your non-verbal feeling tricks
are effective for non-communication.

RightBrain:
LeftBrain:
OK,
so I can’t see or hear that,
but I know I’m ego-safe
and we still ecopolitically matter
co-arisingly dipolar
together.

RightBrain:

LeftBrain:
Hmmm…
Children,
and the occasional healthy adult,
wonder why we say
Love grows more powerful than hate,
Yet act and feel capital invested
the other competing way around.

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Climate Rise Up

As I write this, thousands of people are gathering to listen with each other, to sing, perhaps to dance more than walk in striking solidarity for climate health. I have been thinking of this moment, this event, this day, this strike on this sacred Earth all week.  And, each time this gathering comes to mind, so does Cassandra Batie and Jennifer Decilveo’s 2016 anthem, “Rise Up.”

This variation on Batie and Decilveo’s lyrics I sing in tears of joy and deep sorrow with those who are on their way, drawing near toward the sound and sight of each others’ voices.  I would love to join you in person, but old bones and heart and mind have learned that my climate anxiety flares into manic hope at such events, and then I pay the suicidal ideation price on my way home, feeling alone, hopeless.

I believe for every face and voice seen and heard at a Climate Strike gathering around the world today, there is at least another, and probably several others, with you in swelling heart, in passionate mind, in loving soul, but, like me, have learned that our Great Transition role, however resonant, will best remain resilient as we Rise Up on our front porches and back yards, in our forests and ocean shores, on our rivers and lakes, to sing to Earth’s tired trees, to dance to aching birdsong, to remember when we were young, more hopeful, more proud of what we can yet accomplish within Earth’s sacred solidarity.

Humbled now, this is dedicated to those more visible, to know we are millions already belonging together within this shared Great Transition, Great Turning, Great Reweaving with you; and with gratitude to Cassandra Batie and Jennifer Decilveo for Rise Up, embodied and well-sung hope.

I have been your living Earth;
I will live and die through you.

I will be your blood born sap;
You will live and die with me.

This Great Transition
into owning competitive responsibility
for climates of pathology and health,
inward and outward,
composed of all past energies,
small co-arising transitions
reweavings
regenerations
now contained in Earth’s soil,
Her rebirthing baptismal waters,
Her buoyant air,
Her fertile winds
and purging fires.

Earth’s broken down
and tired
of living love
on this unmerry-go-round,

And I can’t see Her lovers
but I hear life in you
so we gon’ rise Earth up,
Move mountains,
we gon’ walk love out
and heal oceans.

And we’ll rise up,
We’ll rise each Earth’s day,
We’ll rise up,
We’ll rise unafraid,
We’ll rise up
and we’ll love life a thousand times again;

And we’ll rise up
high like Earth’s waves,
We’ll rise up
in spite of life’s ache,
We’ll rise up
and give love a million times again,

For Earth,
For you,
Earth, for you;

When our silence isn’t quiet
and it feels like we’re growing hard to breathe
and we know Earth feels like dying,
Then I promise we’ll raise the Earth to Her feet,
Heal forests,
Bring Earth’s tribes to our feet
and move mountains.

All we need,
All we need is hope
And for faith we have each other,
And for peace we have each other;

And we will rise
we will rise
we will rise
we will rise,

We’ll rise like Earth’s day
We’ll rise up,
We rise unafraid,
We rise up
and we’ll love life a thousand times again,

And we’ll rise up
high like Earth’s waves,
We rise up
in spite of hate’s ache,
We rise up
and Earth does love a million lives again.

For Earth,
We will rise
we will rise

We will rise
for you,
Earth will rise with you.

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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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