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Taoist Covenants

May supreme Force
become You.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she asked

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he responded.

It seems,
to usually curious
and always ancient
right with left dipolar ecofeminist Us,

Contracts are secular agreements
designed to improve mutual odds
of losing less value
as invested across degenerating time.

While Covenants
may be all that contractual business,
But also sacred cooperative accompaniments
designed to improve warm solidarity
of synergetically winning optimal values
empowering We,

Where
and when
PolyNomial We
equals interdependent PolyCultural Us.

Contracts hold ZeroZone transparent space for win/lose,
positive/negative
good/bad
life/death oppositional evolutionary/devolutionary
EarthInvestment/Divestment Trends

While Covenants expect overwhelming win/win opportunities
can be multiculturally rediscovered
redeemed through appositional dipolarities
co-arising Yang/Yin
EarthTrend egoLeft/ecoRight
cooperatively-held sacrifices,

Yang, past-informed
yet Yin, future-exforming flow out,

Voice inhaled as reverse un-versed exhaled,
Future as re-imaged response to win/lose
conversion into win/win freedom of imagination,
playing and gaming co-invested compassion,
fluid strength migrations,
polyphonic paths of rediscovery
into rapture’s sacred consciousness
climaxing polycultural out/in-comes,
where all values
are intrinsically positive
safe
healthy.

We more typically contract
to cooperatively resist
against a shared enemy
alien impoverished multiplication
diminishment long-division,
threat against long-term Elite LeftBrain resilience
within a resonant agreement of mutual asylum,
our win/lose silo of internal/external apartheid,
Climates communicating in and outside.

Sometimes
we creolize the colors and climates
of symphonic sacred sanctuaries
through cooperative invitation
within a safe and healthy multicultural-valuing space
relationship
vunerable communication of felt and thought co-passions,
Left with Right bicameral communions,
universally egalitarian salvation
through unitarian intersectional passions
for listening
noticing positive and negative climates
attitudes
verbalizations
embodied right-brain feelings
disembodied left-brain deductive/reductive thoughts

Longing for GoldenRule ecopolitical sanctuary,
green,
brown and black and tan and cream and white,
blue and red,
ultra-nonviolent integral compassion.

Asylums
do not challenge retributive justice norms
and values.
Except as also Sanctuaries, integral
sacred
multiculturally resilient
can restore win/win peace and justice models
of compassionate communication,

Especially as inspired by this post-millennial crisis
of Climate Fragility
fragmentation
degenerative trends of devolution,
now first seen and heard
felt and thought and touched
with 2020 pre-vision
provision,
safety,
nurture,
nutrition,
health-wealth.

How is whiteness
like straightness?
she, fragile, asked,

And how is maleness
like left-brain dominance?
he, fragmented, responded.

May Earth’s ancient Source
be with Us.

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Point of Departure

My time of promise,
before mistrust of parents
settled into growing fear
and grief into angry disappointment

Began with a visit
from a GreatHorned Owl
dying on our barbed wire fence

Announcing she would go before
but return for my time
to follow heaven’s departed promise.

But, my father responds,
Only straight humans sing in white evangelical Heaven,
And this planted my seed of doubt

A cosmic point
in bitter anticipation
of further adult atrocities to follow
in imaged flight

From this brief encounter
with natural and spiritual wings
I gradually developed internal witness:

If not ecologically necessary,
then not yet theologically sufficient.

Now,
still breathing,
singing and dancing,
beyond all reasonable health risks
of my own environmental history
in a new barbed millennium,
on the cusp of 2020 EarthJustice
left and right winged co-revision,

Heaven’s great-returned owl
revisits in near nightly dreams

Inviting me, and us,
to set aside anger,
to grab hold of more compassion
ego/eco-therapeutic communion
communication

Inclusion in Heaven’s climatic winning
ecologically wise theologies,
long incubating Rapture–
safe flight home.

 

I go back,
reversing imaged time
to when I felt
and knew untrammeled internal space
responsive within external
eternally immortal times
of Earth’s regenerative history.

For some,
again less fortunate re-imagining
with some conversing,
comparing rights,
contrasting lefts
hear no such winning exterior ecopolitics
with winning internal empowerment
and self-investment
since emerging from EarthMother’s
redundant DNA nurturing womb.

But, for a few,
a time of awareness
recalls a later conscious memory,
a time of courageous and curiously restoring justice
to those few relationships
showing early signs of uncreative anthro-centric tension.

These, unusually blessed
with resilient confluence,
may not recognize each wisdom-visiting other
and yet search for their potential bodhisattva peers,
returning to these childhood experiences
to remember slowly regrowing what went right
and vulnerably wrong
for restoring peace-filled justice
within and without
ego/eco-empowering tipping points,
wealth of healthy co-redemption

For all wombs,
their plantings and yieldings,
now still searching
through past generations
still incarnate in wombs
birthing future health-seeking regenerations.

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Safe Space

Am I safe now?
Are we safe?

Is it safe to listen here?
To speak of over there?

Is Earth safe to sing?
Safe to dance with?
Safe for new birth?
To spin past romance?

Does life matter
if no one’s noticing?
Remembering?
If no one’s vocation
is to sacredly listen?
while all creation refills silent gaps.

Are we safe now?
Reborn silent angels,
angels of light,
pushing back this dark night.

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Are We Safe?

Am I safe?
Do I matter?

Are we safe?
Do we matter?

Am I sustainably healthy?
Do I resonantly matter enough?
to survive win/lose evolutionary assumptions
about history,
to thrive within win/win multicultural wealth.

According to the amygdala center
of our Default Mode Network
bicameral in/ex-formation processor,
“Am I safe?”
we originally ask of EarthMother womb,
While “Do I matter enough to survive?”
MotherEarth asks of still individuating me/we.

Climate and multicultural trends
premillennially presumed to answer “Yes!”
to both questions
optimistically predicting win/lose evolution
would lead,
through MotherEarth’s manifestly destined reach,
toward win/win Alpha/Omega Tipping Point Balance,
ZeroParadise organic zones
of multicultural design
for enriched polyculturing global outcomes.

But,
in this post-millennial Time,
Whose mighty Yang Amygdala
does not answer these same questions
with a crippling and troubling,
dissonant “No!”?

I am not safe
from inhumane mortality of life,
for cooperatively interdependent species,
for survivable Earth history
for continuing communication,
for complexly organized organic relationship.

Do I matter?
to survival history of Earth,
to thrival win/win multicultural economies
regenerationally reborn by EarthMothers
of all colors
and stripes
and spots
haired and furred,
wooled and feathered,
shelled and fish-scaled.

Are we safe?
How deeply
and extensively
do we matter
to Earth’s living history?
to GaiaEarth’s healthy multicultural outcomes
and incomes,
divestments and investments,
detachments and attachments,
degenerations and regenerations,
entropy and energy?

Why are we safe/not safe?
How do we matter/not matter?

What is the historic significance of communication;
the multicultural transcendence of relationship?

Why are we health
communicating?
How do we widely
and deeply wealth
rooted relationships?

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BlackBird Pie

What do you need right now?

I feel like I would enjoy a long retreat
from human voices,
a free to reverse
get out of jail vacation
from inside voices,
especially my own.

Who would keep you entertained?
Who would you listen to
with affection,
passion,
curiosity,
interest,
engagement,
immersion,
amusement,
without hearing human voices,
including your own?

Maybe I would learn to speak in squirrel scold
and nutty chatter,
in buzzing bee,
whining predative mosquito searching,
warning rattler,
purring and hissing cat,
stoned silly river sibilant
sad satiated sensory sunset
moon rise advent of enlightening mystery
surf breathing ocean, inhaling and slow shushing out
demented and delighted dreamscapes,
hawk warnings
mourning dove reassurances
Earth’s undisputing stillness
still partially well

Blessing silly ravens
cawing out for each other,
“Here we brazenly are, together;”
never having heard of blackbird pie,
unthinkably naive,
unspeakable joy of togathering flight
without tomorrow’s forbidding consequences.

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From Where We Stand

If only men could give birth to a child,
do you think and feel
early-term abortions
for healthy sustainable financial reasons
would continue to catalyze RightWing resistance?

If the Second Amendment was only for women
to own guns for hunting
and self-protection
primarily from men,
do you think and feel
banning military automated weaponry
and even the elegant hand gun
for domestic use
would rally patriotic protectors
of uncompromised and unregulated gun sales?

Why yes?
And why not so much?

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Playing Old Maid

I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck rural Republican Michigan,
the most fun
of admittedly limited card playing options.

Whoever was stuck holding the Old Maid
at end of game
was the biggest loser,
for obvious reasons.

Who would want to be associated
with that old and useless appendage?

National politics in the U.S.,
all about the marketing, purchase, and sale
of two-year
and four-year terms of public greed responsibility,
increasingly reminds me
of OldMaid gamesmanship.

And, yes,
I don’t really mean gamepersonship.

This game for avoiding loss
of responsibility and authority,
loss of face
rather than gain of grace,
embracing mutual Wins
of shared commitment to health
and cooperatively prosperous safety,

This game in which the OldMaid
is played by aging fossil-fuel industries
played-out too often militarized
ballistic violence,

These OldMaid industrial choices
have most ballistically justified
plutocratic wars
inviting young,
and often most marginalized,
players
to live with losses to OldMaid political stuckness
in the name of patriotic duty,

Although not matriotic integrity
to our own healthy hands
for better Win-Win games
and political
and economic
and personal
and family therapy strategies,
less violently impinged by nationalistic traumas,
fear of losses
holding OldMaid over-industriously held cards.

No one wants to be in unlovely public office
when the last drop of oil
and last glistening gasp of gas
wears through now useless OldMaid pumps
and pistons,
unhappy triggers
and transdegenerational switches,
unlubricated OldMaid economic bitches.

No one wants to be in office
holding the last OldMaid dry-humped card
from a 1950s stacked deck
when 2020 revisions
change climate changing hands
into feminist story books
of how our generation
deliberately and stubbornly chose,
like stiff-necked self-chosen people
of OldMaids and PatriarchalMen,
counter-intuitively choosing the climate pathology card,
fascinated by our own death
and the death of our habitat
and the death of any future
of humane proportion and design,
rhythm and pattern.

When we have so many post-millennial cooperative Win-Win options
to actively hope
and act
and restoratively plan
and therapeutically draw climate health
for both ego and eco justice
and global peace for all,
including sacred Elder Matriotic Maids.

If only Old Feminist Maids and Matriotic Men
had written all required history
and civic lesson school books
and ecopolitical philosophy texts
and medicinal prescriptions
and legislated cooperative multicultural ethics
lesson plans
to practice
practice
practice
cooperation,

I wonder if having the Elder Matriot card
would have been how to win our Win-Win game,
and to do so,
would require letting go of all Old FakePatriot cards
of plutocratic,
and often patriarchal,
Lose-Lose economic-ecological exploitations,

Also post “ClimateChange”
known and named
as habitually competitive ClimatePathologies
longing to restore ClimateHealth.

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