CoOperative Communion

These people I safely know
who like to healthy grow
fail to distinguish
between cooperative housing
and cooperative households

as we all seem to know
although textbooks often fail to show
include cooperative gardening
and cooperative farming
and possibly cooperative
organic management
of a polytheistic living planet.

In each interdependent case
we explore something together,
some primal trinitarian relationship
between healthy resilience
and safe transitions
and beautifully balanced
resonant energy

Synergy produces
co-arising fruits of sexual
and sacred exotic
erotic regenerate sensations

Further witchy wonder which,
like a resonantly tasty
and fragrant,
richly brown and black
white and green
orange and yellow
red textured
robust stew,

Cooperatively touch
and feel
and show
and thereby know
a primally sublime
and beautiful home.


Universal HealthCare

Universal health
feeds unitarian safety
breeds universal health

A most patriotic way
we can live and breathe

In our diversely languaged nations
cultured continents
of global EarthTribe advocates

Interdependently loyal
to universal health
and sacred intersectional
inter-religiously green

Of universal sacred health
winning Earth’s unitarian safety
wealthing universal health…


Silent Sacred Spaces

I’m noticing
you’re not noticing
I’m starting to look for
what you’ve already heard
with anticipation
overpowering my internal anxious voice
with calm
and kind compassion

When Other disharmonious human voices
speak of win/win choices

Or sing
a right-handed dance
within my balanced EarthTribal range
of listening
for sacred silent choice.

I become
my still-maturing surprise,
replacing my “Other” anxiety,

About unfocused AnthroVoice insecurities
in suffering Other’s compassion,
insufferable curiosity,
predative empathic touching,
yet igniting mellow multicultural waves
of resonant pastel sound,
resilient brilliant sight

And these in-between times
silent solitude sacred rests
between transparent syncopations
of impatient human sounds,
inhumane frowns

Not interacting with same room
or screen-time voices,
verb-tainted feelings,

These soulful un-nouned bests
have, until recently,
invited anxious boredom,
aching loneliness,
emotional apartheid,

While now
in this human sound silence
of co-redemption
I absently reach out
for deeply exploring
sounds of Simon/Garfunkel’s silence.

Negative and positive felt voices
provoking newly found choices
liberty of equanimity,
good humored curiosity about anxiety
trauma triggers

Cooperatively reaching
for anticipating
future eco/ego therapy
indigenous healing
wisdom securing
conserving liberating
internal/external co-passions,

and frowns,
and downs,’
transcendent lights
and immanent powers,
remembered lives
projected loves
for capitalized risks
minimized by win/win nutritional opportunities
for nurturing silent
calm and kind
time outside/inside co-invested bliss.


Power to Embrace Difference

not impatiently exhausted
remains open to nonviolent solidarity
through multiculturing Earth communication,
within reflective self
and without
in active dialogue with nature
spirited Other remuneration.

As yang-strong
solid regenerative nature
engages and co-invests in more
and better compassionate humane
divine experience

As objective secular outcomes
blend yintegrity within
without subjective secularizing intent

To optimize green ego-health
and blue eco-sacred
co-invested safety;
An EarthCommuniy of communities
practicing social-economic Solitude
can be regenerative,
an omni-potent
healthy and safe place

Strong Yang-power mounted
within Yintegrative well alliterative rivers
through bilaterally flowing ZeroZones

Full of timeless NonZero
times undefinable potential,
future wealth
planted in solidarity
of now unfolding
indigenous green/blue EarthWombs
of and for
reweaving memories.

Active solidarity
within eco-responsive solitude,
full and empty
impersonal when co-impassioned felt
and needed safe wealth
is health
proper communication seasons

Inexhaustibly solitary
nonviolent political community
of co-investing economic green communions,
regenerating solidarity
re-membering compassionate nonhistoric nurturing experiences,
polypathically rational outcomes

through anticipating ego-health reflective
eco-wealth intent

Of communal solitary souls
full and ego empty
NonZero Zoned reflective
subjects inexhaustibly objective
inexhaustibly solitary


Summer’s Stormy Move

It started the 8th of June

moving away from too familiar

into too alien,

finding no sane oasis between.


Vibrant greens relentlessly fade

to wilting monochromatic drought.

Brown patches emerge with dulled loss

of what might have been a family

an ecological home

a pasture for aging bones,

hinky synapses flaring tornadoes

of heated defeat.


Boxes realign themselves

incomprehensibly hiding any value

in their move

from what could have been here

if not left there

where fading memories survive

my loss of presence.


Bags batter

bursting malignant neglect.

Chairs no longer fit

for seating hot tempers

of displaced despair.

Dust defecates destiny.


A house that should be home

to those grateful for its care;

downsizes redemptive purgation

into shrinking violence,


screaming silent strangling sensory strings


sparkling vents glaring

glacially through stagnant July.



early evening spills thick black.

Tall elder treetops sway

with hope of cathartic wildness,

drama of release

from petulant




Lightning rolls in thunderous waving walls

and back again in falling grace drops.

Transition storms

through pilgrim soul’s discontented purgatory

in space without place

house without home

faith without hope

place with cavernous time,

mindful without passion.


Earth’s sky roars dark wet flashy passion.

Wild yeast superlatively shredding domesticated culture’s skin,

bleaching dark passions from dry-cracked crevices.


“Abatement is not removal!”

wild Wicked cackles demented delight.

“If transitions were regenetic

then nomads would rule,

pilgrims would land in paradise estates

with coincidental karmic confidence.”


The storm abates,

drought removed.

Thunder claps farewell.

Brief time


search evening’s rainbow

before hazing horizon

rolls over light’s last gasp.

As night promises peace,

Thunder cracks and shakes one last reminder.

Serenity is not always sanity.


Promise smiles teardrops

on hot tin roofs.