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Polyphonic Metaphor

Sacred music and liturgies
are not merely leaves and flowers
produced by complex and richly branched
and sub-branched analogies,
between ecological and theological root metaphors
of co-arising nurture;
between naturaLeft and spiritualRight co-experience
of Earth’s spiraling revolutionary nutrition;
East to West horizoned
healthy light intention.

Each regeneration absorbing fertile flowering fruit
to recreate communal caring communication
climax
through primal musical vibrant metaphor
of ego-death mortality
compassioned yintegrity
repurposed into regenerational eco-lives,
past through future win/win epic intentions,
virtuous virality of EarthTribe’s manic DNA
for thriving health
as wealthy Yangish solo anthems.

Each courageous ego
a metaphor for Earth’s curiously spiraling revolution
iconic of DNA’s bilaterally rising and falling structural evolution,
curved waves
yang and yin spherical iconic metaphors
for left and right cranial hemispheres
emerging informed by patriarchal Western predative history
and nondualistically reformed Eastern enculturation
cooperatively co-parasitic;

Creolizing curious white light supremacy
as not not color multicultural sublimation,
monocultural suppression,
both/and polyphonic and polypathic
right-brain resonant
so also left-brain super-resilient
multicultural ecological co-empowering
monocultural theology
supplanting ego’s pursuit of monotheistic disempowering
from-above wealth

Of communally sung and danced metaphor,
sacred silent
replete with secular vibrations,
seductive and reductive,
inductive and deductive
co-arising ego/eco-sublime
metaphoric muse
of cultured octave scale
and tone
and hue;
vibrating tables of eight-fold elements
eco/theo-logically metaphonic
cooperative caring communion
both/and disunion.

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Routine Rituals

Routine.
New Year
yet the same ritualistic routines,
absent their blissfully celebrating roots
buried in more fertile loves and hope-filled times
and might have beens
if not for this today
with these people
on this sacred nurturing Goddess Earth,

Still making more or less nice with FireGod Sun,
whom some experience more condemning and unkind nature,
while others as more enlightened to be helpful spirit,
even kind with manna as Vitamin D
feeding DNA’s further interdependently co-arising potential.

Routine and ritual,
multitasking and acclimating ecosystems,
yang-digesting and yin-nurturing biosystems,
consuming economic PowerOver Ego
and producing Ta(0)Systemic ReGenerativity,

Routine
both feeding us regenerative health and nurturance
but also bleeding us of fully invested interest in right now,
where we are,
with whom,
and why
and why notnot could be polypathically otherwise.

Routine, like ritual,
piety, like patriotism,
both feeds us nutrients from Earth’s sacred Creation Stories,
but also bleeds us of cooperative co-investment
within this radically democratic ecological climate,
sometimes degenerative,
cognitive-affective antipathies,
LeftBrain enculturing dominance
noticing, not quite too soon,
RightBrain’s bicameral ego/ecoconscious nurture-flow
of karmic sacred regenerative graced healthy ecotherapy,
returning,
reweaving nature-spirit
Yang/Yin nondually co-arising
ReVolution (0)-Universal CoreSoulSum
Black Hole
dualdark (NotLose,NotLose) = +Win,
appositional thermodynamic tensegrity balance (B. Fuller)
PolyPathic Ego/EcoCenter.

Routine
both distracting from better celebrations elsewhere
and attracting more celebratory rituals
for more abundant EarthFlows
of sacred karmic grace
so democratically accessible,
these icons of nature’s kindness
right/left outside our doors
and LeftBrain dominant walls.

Our routines are internal celebrations
expressing gratitude with wonder and awe,
open ecoconsciousness as co-empathic,
celebrating this opportunity
this day
this life
this eternal (0) now sacred moment
of Yang opportunity
through Yintegral wisdom’s Earth nurturance,
this PricklyPolitical/EcoGooey moment (Alan Watts)
of climate pathology messages
regarding climate health ecotherapeutic vocational opportunities
accessible right here,
right now,
with the people and plants
we each intentionally share our nurturing lives with
for mutually regenerative health
extending on out to alien wierdo folks
who seem totally clueless,
and yet our co-empathic ecopolitical challenge
to rediscover all creatures prefer cooperative Golden Rules
predicting WinWin evolutioning strategies
over LeftBrain’s egocentric supremacist monoculturing need
to always have the last word,
about everything and everyone on Earth,
yet blind to Ego’s forest of deep learning opportunities
for the stumbling blocks of anthrocentric plutocratic family trees.

Routine, like ritual,
Piety, like polypathic eco-empathic celebrations,
Singing, like dancing,
Speaking, like acting
as if we might care to hear and actually watch out for each other,
both feed our celebrations
and bleed our LeftBrain purgations
of routines reified of reweaving rituals
of deep revolving fertile healthwealth
LeftNature-RightSpirit eco-rituals,
remembering embryonic Matriarchal Nutrition Stories
of mutually cooperative integrity
flowing out what we could mean
by (0)-sum WinWin ReGenerativity.

Yang as universal ultra
with Yin as violet octave-flow exformating
dualdark co-gravities,
double-binding timeless now experience
of Routine
as DNA’s BusinessAsUsual
rituals of sacred celebration
surging within Earth’s abundant
greens and browns and blues and greys
and reds with orange and yellow,
and pink and purple,
and even white and black opaque
and violet rainbow RNA-inspired CathedralEarth
of rhythms and patterns
of sound and sight,
co-passionate delights,
agapic and erotic
Routine.

Another revolutionary ring
around Earth evolution’s sacred Matriarchal Nurturing Flow,
Routine
provoking timeless wonder and polypathically awesome days
and perhaps even multiculturally exotic nights.
Who knows,
you might get RightBrain integrative freedom lucky
liturgically diastatic
abundant-flow
regeneratively healthy-wealthy
Routine.

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February Winds

Sunday morning
time for sabbath sacraments.

He steps out into a gusty wind,
some fat splattering sweeps of raindrops
falling across his porch roof
on down through the roaring river valley,
forcing, then ebbing
storm of February wind with rain,
a wondrous primal pair,
he adores.

The birds have started liturgical dance
and songs of ritual and regeneration
without him.
Already flying up in quick dives of floating play
with speaking time,
singing back to Brother Wind
howling on his way.

Calling, chanting cantors, conjoining
swelling sacred song of anti-gravity
for co-arising blissful sweeps of sound,
karmic atmosphere swirling time-rich
sacred rites across his house-bound skin.

Sound of incense sweeps down his river,
north to south with warmer hopes and economic intentions,
reminding it was his time for political baptism.

She incanted from the bathtub
in short gusts of warm blast enculturation,
joining his internal gospel choir,
chirping her oppositional descant
challenging and prophesying and occupying
in full-voiced roar of need
as want
right now,
and seldom bothering a please,
much less a thanks
for caring as best he could
to hear her oppostional rhythms and patterns,
irritating flows of hard-blown breath
with attitude.

Storming and brewing
birds cheering rage in her brain
shouting at co-arising gravity
to blow another way
with her exegetical universe,
her way,
the only way
she can imagine
to function in a reverse and upside down
political world of unheard powerlessness
when inside
she can only find her loud-voiced demands
to turn life around,
spin this slippery wind of Earth
to blow in her right liturgical way.

Baptism completes this wind drenched requiem
of full-life as anti-death survival
to cooperate this week’s regenerate vocational intent
and ecopolitical practice.

She joins her dad
for one last look
through jaundiced eye
at drenching rain that could fly back
from whence it came
if only wiser timed to start this day.

Birds now pray their benedictions
quietly in wind-protected nests
while he listens to swollen postlude protest
against co-gravitating time,
uprooting old rooted systems
decayed for newer octave use
as compost fading into swaying trees
waving back to join upriver’s grace of windblown time,
and forth to rejoin downriver’s centering roots
through February’s purging Earth
decomposing dance.

He closes his door to time’s external grace
to watch a smile warmly cross her chronic face
like a gust of refreshing wind
through a rainy karmic life.

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