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Loving Jose

Yes, Jose,
this is another love letter
from anthroprivileged me
to LeftBrain dominant you
for multicultural us.

I’m still here
sinking into my deep blue camp chair
with feet resting on a weathered
wooden platform
for my monastic tent

Now folded
and masterfully squeezed into its storage bag
like a fat green sausage
with a thick
black fly zipper,
secure,
awaiting it’s next orgasmic coming out
to camp and play.

And you,
warm and glistening
listening you,
are still driving
west toward this transition
Saturday’s bittersweet sunset.

Perhaps already lonely
thinking
of what
and feeling whom
lies ahead
while all else feels left behind

Another week of adventure lost;
another week of memories gained

Yet memories have grown cacophonous
while adventures in knowing
new frontiers
grow old as shrinking Earth
grown bodies

Fading hope to feel
taste
see
hear
smell
touch abundantly enough
for this full life
experiencing love
quenched time

Comparing future now to back there then,
wishing we could have us all
warm and pleasant
in our head,
heart,
bed of intimacy
without embarrassing
premature limits,
boundary issues,
health precautions.

You tried to apologize
for not asking more
about my wounded kids

And I did not think to apologize,
but wonder, now, that I didn’t,
for not asking how you are feeling
and dealing
post prostate cancer

Remissions
feel like uncertain transitions,
undemanding admissions
both healthy opportunities
and diseased risks
lie beyond this day’s journey
toward Albany.

Perhaps you,
like me,
fear
and already feel
loss of intimacy
imagined
yet not touched,
thought
but not appreciably,
healthy needed
but not safely found,
sacred bound
for joy’s immense integrity.

When I walked into our group’s enclosed porch
this past Sunday
for my first check-in circle,
your first facilitation,
I thought of my former boss.

You look and sound
like Bishop Tafoya,
when he was your age
and I was half your age.

I had trouble
shaking this sage off.

It helps
that you sing
with warmth and passion
in fulsome baritone,
as the good Bishop
decidedly did not.

Nor could I imagine him
dancing with a white scarved fan
with integrity
flirtatious machismo
joyfulness
deeply resounding playfulness.

Do you have a type?
I wonder
Are you familiar with mine?

Those romantic,
erupting into erotic,
miracles of preference
we cannot control
or calm our appetites
to accept
AND appreciate,
anticipate
those with us
here and there
in and out of Gayla 44,
after and before
now heading west
away from east.

So much to hide,
to learn,
to unveil,
to set aside
for graceful aging,
and to warmly embrace
for compassioned wisdom
felt together,
rather than silently,
less sacredly,
apart.

The Center’s lunch bell rang
and now has gone

Absorbed by quiet shushing
and rustling
high in evergreens
baking in Mama’s summertime
weekend of commerce
and less commercial passions,
traffic rituals,

Pre-empting ancient natural liturgies
of sea,
flowing water
and strong mountains
inspiring bonfires
bond-fire between rising
and falling phoenix
conjoining
co-investing
multi-generational passions;
daddies and sons,
masters and slaves,
tops and bottoms,
poles and holes,
straights and rounds,
dipolar co-arising

Riding forward home
to what continues repurposing why,
reworking hidden meaning
as yet unredeemed
in sensory Business As Usual

Backward east
returning promises
of safe and healthy
bright happy new dawns
transcending broken hearts,
troubled mind’s
loss of time’s
most cherished values

Love’s integral compassions
resting first
returning last

Already
I miss you
ready to miss us.

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Punishing Silence

Do we choose silence
not only as a tool
for self-protection
when speaking
our latest chapter stories
feels unsafe?

But also stern silence
may become a weapon
to ward off apathetic enemies
of our straight
hopelessly white
monotheistic
monopolistic
patriarchal capitalist
enemies

Who would not seem to care
to love us
more than we ourselves
can love them
as part of us
right now
left multiculturally
and ecofeminist
silenced here.

As you go
and liberally grow silent,
I may quietly
then traumatically
hear,
as isolating time
sticks ominously by,

“I am not your constant un-masked friend,”
and, thereby,
an ominous self-fulfilling prophecy
emergently erupts
in punishing response,

“I cannot remain
your therapeutic good-times,
vaccinated against silent unease,
healthy
co-empathic musing friend,”

To trust when skies grow silently dark
and night descends
beyond despair
to safely share
stressed Trauma

Itself first felt ray
of restoring justice promise
despite this loss of salvific
passioned hope.

Prosperity losses steal
from future compassion
already while first silenced weapons
dream denying
relentless truths of suffering
lack of healthy opportunity
to speak our fears
out loud
with those who trust
our trembling tears.

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Risking Love

I knew I was getting old
when I no longer always got up
from the floor
on my first try.

I remember I am old
because I no longer assume
I will always get up
off my contemplative couch
on my first try.

To choose life
on the first through last try
may be as simple
and as complex
as to not choose death,

To choose to trust enough to take
one more,
perhaps final,
inhale.

To choose life
also includes risking love,
another gasp toward compassion,
even a shaky clasp on forgiveness,
indigenously wise mercy,
relentless curiosity,
ancient hope,

However fragile
wounded
insufficient for more grand standing
than one more bold inhale
of Earth’s organic sufficiency
simplicity
solidarity.

It feels as wrong
to define my mourning self
by my failures to love us
on my worst arising days

I feel aright
to creatively redefine our meaning
with unearned compassions for riding along
on Earth’s most grace-filled
timeless
co-arising
SabbathPlace,

My daily liturgical experience
rises and lies
each day and night
recycling in-between
sufficiency of one last grateful inhale
predicting one more first graceful gift
exhaled

Exhilarating
exciting
exiting and entering
small sufficiencies
empowering love’s enlightening
curious co-arising wealth
of loving healthy passions.

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Closed White Doors

My eyes wander against this white privileged door,
starkly plain in sight
and self-secured.

My mind wonders around this bedroom door
as if the first ever seen
back when doors
were open doorways
for entering curiously in
and courageously back out
of cavernous
or canopied shelters
from storms and cold
and unbearable desert heat.

I wonder courageously against
and curiously about this white door
as if the first and last one ever seen
and heard.

What were doorways called
before we had white doors?

Invitations
or opportunities
and risks to turn my eyes and back
away from outside climates,
too inhospitable.

What were these entrances and exits named?
Non-doored ways to inside shelters
and outside adventures,
long before white privileged history
and reborn climates of pathology.

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Taking Healthy Opportunity-Risks

A liberal love-mind
sees Earth’s nurturing eco-nest origins
astoundingly opportune for producing healthy ego-nutritional eggs.

A more conservative eco-political risk taker,
faced with ego’s opportunity
to fly away from mortal risk
to autonomous ego’s long-term survival
or fight to WinEgo/LoseEcoNest pyric victory,
thereby sees ego’s Win/Win in-between opportunity
to produce future cooperative eco-eggs
of self-perpetuating identity,

A narrower, conserving, view
of Earth’s universal health opportunities
and a widening interdependent liberal love potential.

We might become both
ego and eco healthier,
more left non-insula nature embodied
and right amygdala co-passionate spirit soaring
to imagine
and support both physical/metaphysical views,
held most lovingly together
as WinWin eco/ego-centering integrity,
symbiotic nonfight/nonflight opportunity
for cooperatively mentored solidarity
in health/wealth mutual service

Negotiations BiLateral
and/or internally BiCameral;
Conscious
and/or UnConscious;
ReConscious
and/or PreConscious.

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Inordinate Questions

I’m sorry
if my glad questions
make you feel sad
bad
blue.

But that
is not my intent
I assure you.

Given zero opportunity,
then zero risk
can become deadening
to those not yet dead
sufficiently.

Perhaps I would
not be too intrusive
to ask if we might risk
speaking together.

What do we want
together
and/or apart?

Then let’s do that
together
and/or apart.

Then let us speak
and vote
and invest together again
to ask
How best regain cooperation
balance
peace?

Now what do we want
together
and/or WinWin apart?

Then let’s do that…

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Aint No Valley Deep Enuf

What my kids too often fail to notice,
and what I am guilty of weighing too lightly,
to avoid timely discernment,
are contrasts in density of opportunity
and toxicity of risks
hidden within our values and disvalues
themselves.

Disvalues shallowly accepted for short-term Win-Lose strengths
of economic and political leverage,
to eventually overpower unwanted and mistrusted gifts
of an overly-secularizing
materialistically colonizing
disuniting society;

A national culture degeneratively disanimated,
unmotivated toward healthy-wealth
of restorative opportunities.

Values toward deep ecologically flowing sacred valleys
with dense and complex co-arising co-investments
in compassion
toward coherence,
more inclusively,
intimately,
experientially powerful harmonic
resonant
absorbing
than shallow dissonance,
perhaps because more multiculturally strong-rooted
in MotherEarth Valleys
of organically animated nutrition.

Nutritional density of Valley values
emerge historically rich and deeper,
more effective
than toxically shallow,
and cancerously Mountainous, disvalues
against aggressions
and Lose-Lose retributively over-powering models
sold by capital-invested marketers
for Business As Colonizing Usual,
advocating ever freer markets
but most free for competitive hoarders,
engorged mountains of dominant inheritance.

Colonizers
false promising NonElite YinValleys,
immigrants and aliens
and less apparently animated and mattered nature-spirits,
lose least
by accepting domestic economic commodification.
So Elite Yangs continue to LeftBrain dominate
with ecopolitically shallow,
inferior qualities of monocultural EmpireBuilding,
fundamentalism of Kingdoms too NotHeavenly disinvested from Earth,
totalitarianism.

Too mountainously captivated with fascism
waiting like gospel Advent seasons
in RightWing fantasies,
too shallow self-righteousness
for deep valley nutritional spiritual values
to re-establish nourishment
and restore ego/eco-therapeutic roots.

“The [deep] valley spirit never dies
It is the woman, primal Mother.”
LaoTsu

So too,
the strong mountain nature only AdolescentEgo fades away,
Win-Win childhood innocent balance
gives way toward Win-Lose adolescence
fading on back toward Win-Win deep valleys of maturity.

Mountain nature is the AtMan,
primal FatherTime
of Yang/Yin CoRestorative Creationism,
ego/eco-therapy.

Therapy appropriately applied
within all our most cooperatively trusted economic
and political
and extending family environments:

Natural Valley spirits
within cooperatively co-nurturing systems,

Religious colonizing
and Spiritual creolizing faiths,

Great Transitional polyculturing loves
and wondrous sacred polyphonic hopes,
rooted in deepest valleys
of polypathic
positive WinWin
bilateral-bicameral faiths.

What my kids too often fail to notice,
and what I am guilty of weighing too lightly,
are contrasts in wiser density of opportunity
and irrational toxicity of risks
hidden within our deep valley values
and mountainous disvalues
within ourselves
as without.

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De-composting Love

Can you truly love a rock,
you’ve never directly seen or touched,
or some other relatively inanimate object,
like ego-centrism,
or a steel wall?

If so, then how is your love
different from a more unilateral “appreciate you”?

If not, then what is different between your “love”
and your “co-passions”,
compassion,
passion with and toward,
but not “passionate energy received from,” necessarily,
or, Yes! Necessarily!?

How do you know your love is also co-passion,
reiterated and returned,
however un-equivalently expressed it may be?
Is this not a matter of positive teleological faith,
of enthymematic hope,
in that boundary time between stimulus and response,
before and after,
subject and objective,
identity and relationship,
in an environ-mental health that is,
by default,
setting aside mutual immunity barriers,
to more courageously and opportunistically co-habitate,
co-incident,
co-passion love,
rather than fear, anger, anxiety,
all dissonance settings of negative default,
oppressive to self,
suppressive of others’ natural positivity,
default tipping point barometer,
that the value of one positive opportunity
edges out double-binding disvalues of two passively negative non-risk takers,
hoarding against a future
more fully defended as a contentious ally of death-defying hope.

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To Communion Mentors

Hosting optimized self-perpetuating

self-sustaining

self-defining regenerative spaces

for eco-logical cooperative choice-making

emerges a wise,

if maybe kinda spooky shamanic,

vocation.

Eco-facilitation mentors normative orthopraxis

with Optimally Continuous Quality Improvement (OCQI)

performance standard permaculture design

and Original positive teleological Intent.

 

While holding eco-normic actions,

natural systems emerge more fully, globally,

from well-composted soil.

Economic sanity issues diastolically withdrawn

from ego-dominant irrationality.

Whether my faith declares

our ecological spiritual rights of nature,

or my intelligence designs

my-our ecological natural rights of biometric function,

divestment from extractive commodity-rooted over-investment

predicts richer and deeper yields,

with less risk of loss and dissonance,

within cooperatively rooted diversity of Earth.

 

Economic systems sustain self-optimizing Trees of Life

when we invest every breath

moment

thought

discussion

discernment

choice

meme

paradigm in cooperative inclusive Earth-Care spaces,

shared karmic vocation to grow

our mutually parasitic polyculturing economy.

 

Pathology has over-valued ego-dominant win-lose

unredeeming strategies

so our permaculture wise design

discovers therapy divesting of egocentric

incorporated

commodified

self-swelling strategies to win alone,

as if no longer interdependently

generating the very air we breathe

sounds we hear,

frequencies we see,

rhythms we prehend.

 

We are learning nature’s deep eco-logic,

regenerative optimization invests in (0) sum global

win-win fair-share policies,

mutually prioritizing our subsidiarity to Earth’s logic,

radiantly warm and light passive-solar consuming,

producing our revolving seasonal economic orbit,

webbing, weaving, warping global network,

tipping toward Original Intent’s Omega point,

pacific eco-mindful balancing orthopraxis.

 

Green Revolution evolution

resolving dissonance within this Great Transition season,

producing new leaves of grass-fed transactions,

exchanging gratitude for winter’s hibernation,

as Right-brained Yin inductively, eco-inclusively, leans

balancing her over Yanged Left-brain dominance

of ego-centric individualism.

 

Discovering spirit,

uncovering nature.

Nothing more,

if nothing less, or left over, or lost to

non-polynomially entropic despair,

hopelesssly confusing chaos.

Earth’s righteously regenerative design

reveals spirit’s leftover,

emergently abundant grace of incarnation,

our (0)-sum win-win global game

positively balanced spacetime economy,

thermomagnetic balanced deep ecologic harmony,

less marching in extractive market squares,

more dancing in globally networking circles,

singing active peace

wisdom’s permaculturing psalm.

 

Greatest effect with least loss,

suffering,

winnow higher risk investments

selecting,

saving,

redeeming cooperative orthopraxis,

our polyculture’s historic meaning

confluently drawing

resolving

each soul’sĀ unformed eco/ego-balancing function.

 

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