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The Mural Project

Education Secretary Ellen,

Some of us
on the EarthCare Team
and also the Transport Solutions Committee
for special projects
are wondering
and, frankly, hoping

Your green STEAM students
and teachers
might research,
design,
and help residents paint
a historically accurate
AND polyculturally exquisite
series of murals

On our two-tiered
upper, more transcendently hopeful,
and lower, more historically faithful,
retaining walls

After our crumbling concrete parking pads
and steel-framed industrial artifacts
are hauled away
with respect and gratitude
for future repurposing

Our Transport Solutions
and EarthCare Elders
hope to use this transitional moment
to divert water runoff
to north and south bermed
and graceful descent
down toward our sacred RiverGaia,
rather than continuing to run
race
to disgrace our wet unhealthy basement

Thereby diverting soiled water stains
from historic runoff narrative face
retaining walled epic paintings,
perhaps combined with etching,
to tell a true and beautiful tale
about this sacred place
where we live
and work,
garden
and enjoy our EarthCare classroom
residence,
inside and outside

As did indigenously wise
Elders before us

And RiverGaia
learned Her future shape and flow
from ancient predative
cold
relentless icey white glaciers,

As will future natural construction
and deconstruction regenerators,
Thermal students
of green STEAM polyculturing Elders,
including co-invested us

Learning new Truth
and old Beauty Stories

Of how EarthCare givers
and health-care receivers
survived mistrust
to compassionately,
nonviolently
exquisitly thrive together
more better
than apart.

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River Voice

Here lies what this aged Indigenous River
thinks s/he needs
and wants, perhaps,
but most emphatically feels,
from us.

We continue to use Her
more like a shameful toilet
than her delivery system
of upstream pure
and nutritious drinking water
would suggest she had coming
from former deep green estuaries

Root flow systems
sacredly emerging functions
from deep EarthMother’s darkest
primal wu-wei
womb,
dipolar co-arising
health is wealth compunctions.

Ancient indigenous wisdom
suggests we would be healthier
if we didn’t on MamaEarth,
from whom we eat and drink,
should we hope to keep hunger
and thirst at bay
with and for future regenerations

Pursuing our healthiest dipolar nature-spirit
co-arising win/win wealth
of ecopolitically enlightened nutrition

And empowering fertile poop repurposing
for cultivating improved soil health trends

Ego- and Eco-systemic
permaculturing design,
planning,
nonviolent implementation priorities
for local community resilience.

 

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ReConnecting Severance

Not saying we’re all the same,
but more same
when sane
than different
even when divergent.

My big TakeAway
from smashing bilateral Edward DeBono,
bicamerally empowered Julian Jaynes,
and bineural systems enlightened Iain McGilchrist
Taoistically together:

What is ecological healthy relationship,
in LeftBrain dominant worldview secular
scientific atheism

Is also theologically interactive experience
to RightBrain recessive sacred aesthetic feelings
and sensory needs
and neuro-systemic health/wealth
strong/flow wants

To avoid LeftBrain dominant distinctions
without possible experiential difference
between ecowomanist
Gaian polytheism
pantheism
and natural/spiritual nondualistic
out/in-sided
Zero/NonZero bicamerally Zoned
natural egobodies inside spiritual TheoMinds
of and for nonviolent multicultural communication.

LeftBrain polycultured
health/wealth systemic
ecopolitical bicamerality
of democratic networks
of nonviolent
verbal/nonverbal communications
evolved from RightBrain prominent feelings

Win/Win original polyvagal neural normative
thrival conditions,
memories,
multiculturing experience
across multiple polypathic regenerations

To restore
and optimize Ego/Earth’s ecological health
and safely defended theological
polytheistic space/timelessly co-relational
ego/eco-passionate wealth

Of resonant temporal enlightenment
and resilient spatial empowerment
co-habiting bicameral win/win flowing
branching eco-minds
with strong integral
synergetic ego-bodies

More structurally
and systemically same
sane
than metaphysically different
dissonant.

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Raining Down Commotions

Raining down emotions,
darkly enlightening
interior memory re-experiences
of exterior impassioned imagination events

Nonviolent win/win images
enlightening darkness
of win/lose competitions
darkly fighting
lose/lose violent de-nihilism
of ecosystemic becoming healthy roots

Fertile draining images,
sensory neural outlooks,
feeling verbal projection projects,
raining rejections,
reigning alpha injections

Conjectures of codependent
health/wealth interrelationships

Intersectional storms
connecting/disconnecting
emerging/hiding nonzero/zero-closing zones
compassion/dispassion
full/empty raining disclosing systems

Draining sensations
being not merely alive
but also regeneratively thriving
health and democratically inclusive safety

Harboring against becoming dryly dead,
degenerating unhealthy and unsafe evaporative dwindling

Losing wealth of ecosystemically driven
individually shriven
naked ego-lifetime outcomes

Splayed out on a dying anthro-rabid Earth
where one species reigns
committed to anti-ecological
macroeconomic
disempowering
and unenlightened denihilistic ecocide.

Healthier draining systems
are not about unchanging purity
and StraightWhiteMale privileged safety
so much as flexible diversity
and courageous messy curiosity;

Wealthy economic rainstorms
and darkly ecological interior inter-relationships
provoke and evoke resonance
of robust polyculturally interactive
floating starships

Silent dynamic dripping stasis
slow prequel,
inclusively diverse reveal
of sensual intricate beauty
memories cross-pollinating integrity
raining down feelings

Unveiling monocultural supremacist purity
of a 100% crabgrass landscape,
100% drenched in concrete
recovering from 100% saltwater
with no above water pre-historic landmass
between pure rock
and humid s
stultifying steaming fog,

An oppressive
deep degenerating atmosphere
inviting a more cooperative
win/win health restoring
wealthy rain of EarthJustice.

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Aldo’s Note to Future Generations

Aldo Leopold recommended
to would be ecotherapists
that we deeply learn
to “think like a mountain”

At life summit and death ebbing
silent scales of health
becoming
and polyculturing wealth
being burned
and drowned
and starved
and dried out

For a monotheistic capital harvest Season
of winterish waiting

To see this anxious
and anticipating balance
of natural revolutions

Through forest and meadow and grasslands
recycling
repurposing
revolving
evolving mountainously reliving EarthSpace.

Yet, I also hear a further commendation
to would be singing egotherapists

Also deep learn to feel
and dance like a river
of upstream toward downriver time
of Earth’s unraveling
traveling nutrition
tunneling trunk tide recommunication

Flow trends predicting new later recycling
resurrecting
resuscitating opportunities
to empower sacred polyculturing health
of Earth’s enlightened multicultural wealth

For and of
from and yet also before
future regenerating flow,
Earth Health and Justice
to go

Around again
recommending ecotherapists
river deeply feeling
rethinking
like Earth’s spacetime mountain,
true empowering strength
and enlightening beauty
flowing reconnections.

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Sighed Earth’s River

I heard a new term today,
sighed Earth’s River,
“spiritual intelligence.”

I have become familiar with
cognitive intelligence,
before that emotional intelligence,
before that contextual intelligence,
similar to climate intelligence
throughout life’s tributaries,
branches
and root well-springs.

My waters do not claim these are strengths;
more familiar as opportunities
for further flowing redevelopment.

But,
just as I am not entirely clear
where emotional awareness ends
and environmental noticing begins,
so too,
where might Earth’s physical context end
and sacred Spirit’s awareness transcend signs
seen,
sighs heard?

I wonder,
rooted in my ego-centering experience,
if feelings flow toward ego inside wet identity
as contextual warm intelligence
ebbs from eco-outside co-investment;

If eco-political context,
empowering and disempowering
natural flowing energies,
welcomes,
invites,
embraces,
baptizes with awe and wonder,
spiritual intelligence of universal individuation,
river-bedded identity
co-arising heart-felt rhythms,
breath
surfing up and down,
smiles clown
and frowns crown

Polypathic signing language,
polyphonic rhythm,
polyculture flowing systems,

Analogical EarthNature
unveiling metaphoric Spirits,

Secular purpose
compelling sacred meaning

Signing reasons,
sighing seasons
pushing up
and flowing down.

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View from a Sanctuary

He retired to his sanctuary
on the Eastern shore of the Thames River
three years ago,
an often frustrated permaculture organizer
for building cooperative social health
by creatively communicating climate wealth
growing ZeroZone positive multicultural tao-energy.

This proves reclusively frustrating
in large part because non-taoist neighbors and family
are unfamiliar with his iconic language
and green cooperative health faith
in democratic natural/spiritual
absence of violent communication
and perfect vacuum of conspiracy theory prejudice.

His RightBrain eco-centrism
LeftBrain deductive/inductive bicameral integrity search,
His bilateral historic future synergy,
trilateral energy dynamics,
quad-lateral nutrition cycles
playing virtuous WinWin health games
more than vicious WinLose capitalistic
dualistic WinLose ZeroSum theories
growing internal spirit against external nature,
personal against political,
ego against eco-therapeutic competitions
which could become cooperative constituents
with secular/sacred longings for love
as red sky morning warnings
greet coral sky dusk.

Love growing boisterously loud
contagious
courageous
curious grace
meeting hearts this day bilateral
greeting hearts this night bicameral
dreaming meeting hearts tomorrow multilateral
beating integrity hearts bicameral
this tomorrow’s integral night
absorbing ultra-violet sight.

His new home lies on the Thames River
flowing between Norwich,
former blue heron sanctuary
giving life and feeding Old Green EarthTribes
watering downriver to reforest New London’s community gardens,
cooperative artisans,
green motherland trusters,
Black ProLives Matter Allies,
United MultiCultural Green Ethicists,
coastal bands,
liturgical dancers,
fire-circle story-tellers and peace activists,
restorative EarthJustice advocates.

He has been humbled by crippling Norwich need
for more nutritious green blue heron spaces
and street entertainers
gardeners repurposing public spaces
dancing nutritional arts
and ecovillage well-schooled sciences

And has experienced rebirth
in New London green parties
hosting organic legions of multicultural youth leaders
struggling with recreating non-violent communications
supporting a cooperative casino potlatch economy
re-investing in Thames River CoOperative Enterprises.

This WiseElder hears his River flowing land-trust neighbor
refer to herself
in ultra-violet starlit language
transporting Old Green EarthTribe’s Main Street
for historically cooperative constitutions
incorporating permaculturing development
of polycultural songs
sung by polypathic tidal waters
competing up and cooperating down

Reflecting crystal star light
throughout effluent non-violent nights
remembering
reweaving
dancing sunlight therapeutic days
when love beats love,
beauty meets beauty,
trust invites trust,
faith predicts faith,
hope omits fear.

This Green EarthTribe River feels familiar
growing up in an extended farm family
still pushing and pulling out WiseElders
exploring cooperative ecopolitical climates
restoring peaceful organic forests
tree-lined nutritional MainStreet Rivers
surrounded by surprisingly self-managed meadows,
healthy ego ecosystems
inhabited by wealthy cooperative EarthTribe memories
transubstantiating constitutional healthy non-violent communions
indigenous with colonial
wildly democratic and yet conservatively explosive

Evolution glowing in a revolutionary erection.

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Stalked by August Trees

Every time I change directions
lately, and possibly beforely,
Trees stand by to mentor
and nurture,
to feed with branched hands
to bleed when uprooted
from aptic past centuries
of hibernating winter naps.

Trees of original pheromone attraction,
August spawned
like Taurus colonizing crabgrass
embedded in deep horticultural learning root systems
self-with-other cooperative matriarchal
reverse-hierarchical
healthcare.

I’m driving my deep royal blue truck
without 1.5 tons of empty ideas
about why we tell each other we hope to plant trees
and edible urban goodnews landscapes.

And why deeper resilience
might invite us to think more extended family
about locally edible preferences for foragers
of all healthy species,
edible and humanely divinely ornamental.

Nor why merely WinWin ornamental undervalued lives
rather than Win/Lose edible and commodified deaths
bring more or less longterm health-resilient values
for unhungry people
and rapid but not rabid rabbits
and self-satisfied maternal turtles
and bedded oysters
and slow-grown snails
and sleek blue herons,
just because they too
can appear deep royal blue
when standing studying wet
nutritional environments
under a canopy
of May raining births and bursts
of pheromone coming leaves.

Why do healthy MotherTrees,
edibly and ornamentally developing,
cooperatively co-managing multicultural Trust with Beauty,
lust for a diversely wealthy woodland?
Responding to August pheromones
with healthy diastatic climax
here near our urban queered Thames River,
formerly Shetucket from the north and east,
and frantic Yantic
to those Western First TreeNation shored.

I remember driving
toward a first-time rendezvous
with another TaurusBrother,
deep royal purple
from early August sun
beneath picnic tabled shade trees.

Wearing broad branched shoulders
Armaments extending his Taurus pheromones
well beyond his white wife-beater
understory.
If not in heated August,
Would he still be my shade tree husband,
mentor of Win/Lose nature v spirit detachments
disassociations
half a well-branched tree story
without valuing rich deep ornamental August roots?

I want to plant fruit
and nut
and date trees,
and edible oyster
and clam
and turtle
and river-watered healthy habitat
because I am a more ornamentally interesting
and edibly invested tree of Taurus confidence
when planting and watching,
with authorized RightBrain WinWin gratitude,
graceful Trees of multiregenerational
sacred ecological
cooperative tree-rooted
August pheromone life.

Returning from an Urban Agriculture
cooperative conversation
about why we hope to heal
our jonesing
almost August souls
planting and caring for young growing Trees
seduced into reborn leaving life
by May becoming rich soil
and climate atmospheric pheromones.

WinWin Trees
and seasonally revolving pheromones.
I suppose these are why
I choose planting edible trees
with fellow ornamental minds
as these healthy WiseElders
planted RightBrain sacred wealth-inviting climates
reforesting Left/Right branching deep rich Green
August climaxing pheromones.

Trees WiseElder cared for my original farmhouse home,
oak and fir and maple
surrounding
shaded August rutting adolescent heat

Driving home
to my favorite stalking Trees
in my deep royal blue,
with WinWin green resilient interior,
August pheromanic Truck.

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Rose City

I live in a rose-tinted town
bowing mainly to White Western skies
bleached of blue blooded color
but also of dire Eastern dawns
with smoky red skies,
warning farmers and gardeners
taking and giving nutritional cover
under bad-blooded weather
on our way to further apart.

I live in a NorthEastern place
replete with geriatric grace
yet less mindful of holistic medicines
less conscious through holy meditations
less wholesome
with cooperative administrations
of home
and families
and neighborhoods
as wholesome 7-Generation multihoods.

I live in a public space
directed by private embrace
toward trusting love of all four directions
all eight lifetime resurrections

From infant to child,
child to pre-teen,
pubescent to late adolescent,
where U.S. culture seems to be LeftBrain stuck,
between delayed adolescents and too young adults,
young adults toward mature polyculturists
voters listening to WiseElder leaders,
WiseElder leaders
longing to conjoin CoMessiahs
and Bodhisattva Warriors
and PolyCulturing Yogis
and MultiCulturing EarthScientists
and PolyPhonically inclined EarthArtists
and PolyPathic EarthEducators and Mentors.

Researchers and Designers
of full-octaved trust,
if for no positively healthy reason,
to avoid hatreds of anti-trust
and ambivalent angers
seeking secular mistrust
and equivalent fears
finding infinite misery
pathologies.

I live in a rose-scented town
where three polluted rivers conjoin
worshipped by LastNative gamblers
reweaving our vapid ritual bows
within all four fractal revolving dimensions.

I live in a rose-fading town
aging while watching southwestern drought,
at risk of growing coastal
as Northern blizzards of chaos
compete with Southern hurricanes and tornadoes
of flooding tsunamic complexity.

I live in a rose memory town
filled with ghosts of LeftBrain dominant climatic pathology
rising up to restore RightBrain with Left
peace from within,
settling down to withstand
capital punishments
ego-justified retributions
without rose-tinted glasses.

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The Senior Center

The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.

Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.

Knitting
but not garden expansions.

Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung in four part harmony.

The new guy,
just growing into sixty-five,
asked them
How would we like to be remembered
one hundred years from now?

That doesn’t seem likely,
I know,
but perhaps more likely together
than playing Solitaire
side by side.

I would like to be remembered
as healers of The River
said a somber SeptemberGenerian woman
surrounded by ancient lady friends.

No one needed to ask why.
We all knew
what was coming downriver
for future regenerations
of thirsty toxined minds
with biodiverse bodies.

And so we found younger allies
who owned property along The River,
beginning with the railroad company,
and the Mohegans
and the Pequots,
where a Senior knew a Senior
with a well-placed daughter,
and sometimes a son
of unusual cooperative and long-term focus.

Together we planted firs
and cedars along polluted and denuded banks,
for future generations to manage,
harvest for housing
and furniture
and fiber
and possibly even coffins
waiting for memories of polluted rivers
to die.

That was one hundred years ago
we started
in this regenerative Senior Center,
and still going strong
as each year
a new incoming class
of those who finally reached sixty-five
joined our river healing project,
more recently also producing fruit trees
and berries,
flax
and hemp,
mushrooms
and nuts
and sweetgrass baskets
woven by SeptemberGenerians.

Women and a few surviving men
and some more in-between
smiling together
at the round cedar table in the back,
remembering Elder healers
of our barren land
and naked River.

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