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Final ZeroSum Frontier

Even if we were to win
these hunting
and killing
and fishing
and devouring
and gathering
and hoarding
and victimizing
and offending
and criminalizing
and punishing
holy wars
and sacred causes,

We would lose
our vocation
to mentor and facilitate restoration,
ego and ecotherapy reforestation,
healing,
health,
measured in polycultural health outcomes
by all democratically respected
and trusted to remain interdependent
species.

Extended even to the vipers
and poisonous spiders and ivy
and choking evangelical fake-Christians
and jihad self-terrorizing fake-Moslems,
and fear and hate-mongerers of all bad faiths,
even those Pharisees and Sadducees
already too aristocratic,
rich and powerful capital hoarding
for their own healthy extended family care-giving
and receiving love
and cooperatively owned and managed grace
and positive synergy and karma.

Deniers of NatureMystic Messiahs
and Bodhisattva PeaceCircle Witnesses
are rabid wolves.

Those who choose
to Lose
at shallow capitalism
to Lose
at deep ego-ecological wisdom
are fake-redeemer sheep,
with retributive justice discipleship ways,
concerns,
Hellfire issues,
and over-invested in Win-Lose means
to successfully deny
their intrinsic bad faith in the reverse of evolution.

Those who defer to WinWin evolution
toward
mutual good faith polycultural expectations,

Those who defer to Win-Lose
anger and fear management
through self-perpetuating postponement
of Win-Win commitment.

Those yet to eventually succumb
to denying Lose egocentric body,
then Lose anthro-centric mind,
then Lose ecological multigenerational
DNA-enscribed cooperatively organized Soul,
organic meaning,
synergetic purpose,
sacred vocation,
regeneration,
restoring sacred ecological climates,

Lose reforesting evolutionary Win-Win history,
reweaving spiraling 4D RealPrime
SacredTime.

Stuck back in pre-history,
before traumatizing others
became a Golden Rule offense
against all WindNature-WaveSpirits.

If we were to win
all our anthro-centric capital-hoarding games,
we would lose our ego-centric
Win-Win revolutionary
NonZero-Sum Infinite
PolyPathic Soul.

 

 

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What Might Be Seen

Predication
greets sacred promise
for restoring peaceful justice.

Omnipresent predication
greets polypathic promise
for restoring love as grace-filling justice.

Omnipotently disintegrative powers
of HellFire prediction
too quickly settle for monoculturing retribution,
punishment
due to FallenNature’s past spiritual sins
in absence of paid-forward
gift economies
for notnot co-arising
Sacred Win-Win Grace.

This monoculturing
monotheistic Win-Lose path
is littered with remains,
fossils for patriarchal still-burning altars
and nuclear domestic ballistic economies
of traumatic retribution
rather than therapeutic salvation.

Even before nature-spirit polytheists emerged,
First RNA Nation Trees
within continental forests
held seasonal Earth renewal ceremonies,
water baptism healing circles,
cooperative nutrition networks.

Original forest societies
creolized healthy soil and air and water
rather than colonizing frontiers
with monoculturing missionary zeal
of empire-building vines and weeds
staging a violent strangling coupe
producing degenerative global outcomes.

Trees do not need,
or benefit from,
Fake-Messianic entitlements
to own appropriated property for a good public cause,
to enslave for a just war,
to exploit for a better financial return,
to colonize for greater nation-state empowerment,
to piratize the poor on behalf of the Pharisees,
to vanquish and destroy
Earth’s indigenous sacred wisdom.

A Nationalistic Manifest Destiny
not informed by natural-spiritual forest wisdom,
cannot be truthfully called
a Sacred Manifest Destiny
for all living residents.

Our continental
and trans-continental histories
of LeftBrain conquest
are also herstories
of RightBrain creolization,
of cooperative interrelationship understories,
of EarthCentric giving back integrity of ownership
to cooperatively invest
less in competitive EmpireBuilding,
Yang Triumphant Wealth
of YinForest sacred virgin oppression.

Nationalistic flags do not wave
for deep matriotic relationships
within and among forests.
Patriotic flags
are for naming and claiming,
for blaming and shaming Other’s flagging lack
of uniform patriotic competing relationships.

What Patriarchs
have claimed for HolyEmpire’s Manifest Destiny,
MatrioticForests resonate
with HolyPromised Land
already here
before RedCoats
lost to Blue and Grey UnCivil Commodification Coats
on our way toward military-industrialized camouflage
uniformly dissonant chaos
covering up fake-patriotic absence of integrity.

Purist WhiteHats and SupremacistCoats
waving flags of ownership
while killing native health
of older and wiser forests.

We renamed our sacred forest spirits
after mortal colonizers
with violently protected self-manifest destinies
giving themselves legal rights,
so remarkably generous!
to blow up natural-spiritual interdependence
in just a few degenerative decades,
denuding any sacred signs
of our humane-divine
extending family sacred interrelationships.

Green pastures and healthy waters
of supremacist patriotic destiny
are threatened by natural-spiritual deep relationship
now learning our humane-divine
left-right sacred balancing place.

Sensing LeftBrain entitlement
is no reasonable substitute
for RightBrain sacred authority,
responsibility,
accountability
to not degenerate Earth’s forests
and polluted oceans.

Democratic rights
and publicly agreed Constitutional wrongs
are on behalf of
cooperative sacred Welfare
of all enlightened resident Tribes and Species,
prohibiting rights to kill
as ballistic wrongs,
violently self-sadistic,

Far from actively seeking restorative EarthPeace
and True-Messiah CoRedemptive Justice.

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Beasts of Burden

Feelings,
like hidden facts,
are latent
rather than complementary
when suppressed and repressed by society,
that ecopolitical beast of enculturation’s burden.

Glass ceilings,
like lowest denominator floors,
are hidden
rather than mutually transcendent
when oppression
is justified by sacrosanct tradition.

Trails,
like byzantine networks,
evaporate
rather than lead to resolutions
when pressed upon
those at home on other paths.

Wisdom,
like humor,
remains opaque
when impressed with its own hubris.
hoary beast of history’s exegetical burden.

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Cultures Healthy and Pathological

It seems easier to do good
and live healthy
if you live in a democratically robust
and multiculturally resonant society.

For the same reasons
it’s much easier to bring oneself harm
and slowly disintegrate into isolating despair
when you live in a capitalistic patriarchal
elitist
competing rights make monoculturing might
anthro-centric supremacist society.

EarthRights denied,
also denies internal climate health
as multicultural sacramental wealth.

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Sacred Calculations

I wouldn’t want you to walk away
with any miscalculations about me.

I am about as wild and crazy as society will allow
without confinement for my own protection.

Whenever I read a self-marketing sign

Please Help…
Vacancies of home and stomach,
Needing to be filled.

I feed the bearers of these signs
of society’s emargination
into raw and naked
erase and start again.

When I notice long-haired grunge,
low-budget gypsys with backpacks and shopping carts,
heading toward me asking to become excused
for asking for things they need,
I head in their direction
to find our best redirection
together.

My husband begrudges every dime
and points out I’m too wild
for pouring mostly alcohol
or worse down throats
without a home.
He claims they’re addicted suicides
waiting for death’s embrace.

But, I say this is too often true
and who am I to judge
those who explore doing their best
of worst available options
given all their dark stuff come before
through self-medication
mixed with sheltered soups
and public kitchens?

Were I or he on that street
rejected by our own history of defeat
I would hope to find those wise enough to stay
with me long enough
to help medicate my way,
to suffer with my emptiness
and ask me please to stay,
tell them all my blues,
sing and dance this suffering away.

I’m retired.
Have more cash than I could ever need,
and don’t want to go out that way,
hoarding funds for those who already have too much
while somewhere out there stands
a homeless sign whose bearer
prefers to drink her lunch.

If our legacy composes
both what we do for love
and what we do not do from fear,
If both our action and omissions,
our positives and negatives,
remain behind to feed and haunt our kids,
then why would I not choose
to offer medicines of caring
when neglect is so clearly that of which
this homelessness was made.

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Maturing Up Together

When you hear justice
do you also listen for responsive mercy?
Or are you more likely to feel merciless revenge
against uncivilized behavior
swelling vibrant adrenaline
baptizing your self-righteous bloodstream?

If revenge is your best defense
against chaotic complexities of anti-social behavior,
If punitive humiliation is this justice you would mentor,
live by,
protect,
then you will be an often disappointed,
and disappointingly ineffective,
parent,
and would best stay far away
from anything in law enforcement
and civil defense,
and gun permits.

Advocates and defenders of justice for all
are deep lovers of intentions and behaviors
positive humored
seeking their notnot negative unbalancing
of empty cleansing rituals including Society’s ecopolitical liturgies,
obsessive-compulsive demoralizing ruminations,
ruinations,
ramblings and echoes of great and small climatic transitions
quaking Earth’s moral imagination
steeped in Anthro cultures and histories,
kind and not-unkind.

Justice without mercy
is like reactivating love without peace,
like trying to actually mentor love
without internal and interdependent contentment
that we are in this life together,
all both guilty and innocent of most everything one might imagine,
until we fall apart
to reweave yet another new day,
with notnot strictured Elder shadows,
mercifully thrown together
as not-not fully grown regenerates.

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CareFueled Causes

You are charged with a misdemeanor,
based on witnesses
who thought they head you saying you were leaving
even though you knew
you dinged this red truck’s door.

I know they saw me like that
but that’s because they could not hear
I was the driver ahead of them
holding out a $5 or $10
or even a $20,
if that was the least I had,
to any one beside the road
wearing a self-made person sign:
Homeless
Please help me.

I never pass these opportunities to help.

You see I have an oldest son
now twenty-one
who is not quite right
and tries his best
but finding and keeping a peaceful train of thought,
much more a job,
is hard for him
and so he stays where he may be welcome
despite what he can ill afford
to rest on other’s dime and time.

I never pass a chance to help
when need for help is obvious
as the tears we face
when humanity feels disgraced,
effaced by race,
knowing only left behind
to do the best they can
to ask us to do our best, we can,
to help when they approach us
with life’s nutritional concerns.

I make it my business to always try to help
when someone’s in our mess.
It would be too out of character
to know me as these have heard,
doing my best to avoid
a dinged your door responsibility,
because if a mess I caused
I had no interest to not confess
and then open my eager to be warmed wallet,
already too long-suffering of neglect.

But I do confess,
these are all my messes,
and yours as well.
We have too often acclimated
to this culture,
where we do not actively care
for one another,
and so not so much for ourselves either.

I hope to treat each mess we cause
as gently and lovingly as I so hope
someone right now will find the faith to see
within my homeless not quite right son’s asking eyes:
Would you help me,
us?
Do you know yet,
already,
we are in this together,
or we are out to fall and lose apart?

If you see him
let him go
do not hold him
by his toe
be not mean or bad in return.
Try with me to relearn
he’s done his almost best
to get it more almost right
next time.

So feel free to lavish praise
on how close he might have come
to doing better.
This helps him, and you,
feel and remember better
and perhaps even rather less than worse.

It would be my misdemeanor
to not do my best
wherever I see our mess.
I confess
I cannot see me in this way.
These watchers and listeners and speakers against me
must misunderstand,
yet perhaps that’s all to life’s good.
Makes me wonder
how they would see me
if they had recognized that guy in front,
stopped to say yes to each homeless mess,
could we all better take time enough
to just say yes
to benefits of doubt?

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