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Straight White Privileged Silence

Listen to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans
wavering white noiselessness
of silent futile passing

Absence of passion
hope
care
happiness
or creased
and reasoned sadness.

Hear this void of madness,
lack of hunger
or parched thirst
for conversation
splendid nutrition
scandalous emission
empowering immigration
enlightened emigration
or angry fear emanation
of forced solitude migration

Into mortal loss
of sensory reception
political deception
economic perception
theistic inception
septic conception.

Smell nothing.
Taste everything
becomes dust
delustered rust
lust for transcendent
disembodied consummation
omnipresent transportation
omniscient evaporation
full latitude
for fragrance-free
plastic platitudes
feckless attitudes
disdainful blows
to further fertile emanations.

Sing where nothing
settles into rounding octave rings
to never
ever want to dance
in robust spirals
again

Against depressions
felt repressions
thought impressions
known suppressions
unheard deflation
worn through integration
transcultural conflation

Of panentheistic elegant Zeroes
absorbed by a monstrous
monopolistic silent
slick One

Listening to sterile silence
nursing homebound fans,
white emptiness
of silent
restless passing.

Glare at it.
Rake it in.
Sleep with it
if you dare
to care
without an inch
or squeezed moment
to spare.

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Mythic Muse Mindfulness

I know the difference
between cooperatively intended sympathy
and solidarity of empathy
more easily articulated
by identifying sympathy’s antithesis
as dissociation.

Sympathetic feelings
may be captured by:

Twinkle twinkle
little star
how I wonder what you are
from afar

As co-empathic compassion by:

Twinkle twinkle
big bright star
now I see just who we are,
new enlightening depths
mutually ajar.

Like the difference
between pornography
and regenerative
sexual ecology,

Asking for a thesaurus
for synonym wealthy choices
does not help
if my standard of healthy success
hopes to spin and weave
a co-arising dipolar chorus

Lyricizing analogies between theoretical God
and experiential Love
inviting our polyphonic
evolving metaphoric
spirit sympathetic
for EarthTribe’s polypathic
healing reeling
revolving metamorphic
wealthy rocking
nature co-empathetic

Enough to know the difference
between cooperatively intended sympathy
and solidarity of empathy
more fluidly articulate
separating sympathy’s antithesis
as silent
and neglected disassociations.

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Solitude’s Solidarity Option

In solitude
I listen for open solidarity
of grand holistic questions
advising profound habitat significance
resonant to
and for
and with all sensory-systemic EarthTribe

In solidarity
Earth responds
with sacred energetic civility

Where dark stained colors
warn danger passions
and remixed pastels
predict spring health rise again

In bold sprays
of communal solitude flowing
out coming solidarity flowers
profound significance to
and for
and with co-encultured sense systems

Health rooted
to rebirth across EarthTribe networks,
climates
of mechanically loud
and organically silent
cultures,

Anger vulnerable
and fear transparent
inside color voices
outside EarthSong
co-passions cost choices.

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Power to Embrace Difference

Solitude
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
poly-pathic
non-egotistic
eco-feminist
healthy and safe place

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

Full of timeless NonZero
times undefinable potential,
future wealth
planted in solidarity
of now unfolding
prehistoric
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

Objective
through anticipating ego-health reflective
eco-wealth intent

Of communal solitary souls
full and ego empty
NonZero Zoned reflective
subjects inexhaustibly objective
passions
compassions
inexhaustibly solitary
solidarity.

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SunLight SolAttitude

When my solitude
silently stands in sunlight
radiating GoldenRule enlightenment
and rational empowerment
through windows dawning bright,

A sharp shadow line
vertically cuts across my bridge
and brow of smell and seeing senses,

InBetween left within shadow
and right without radiance,
narrow sides of double-bonded Truth,
curious and hidden Beauty.

Right eye clearly articulating
bright prominent sight
dominantly lit up height
for best resonant enlightenment

Is blinded by bright
to not fight
automatic rays deflecting night,

While shadow Left,
not yet overpowered
with Right red-eyes blinded punishment,
benighted verbal authority,

BiLaterally
yet integrally knows he she sees
seas
and seasons dipolar co-arising contrast
best as starkest
never darkest
win/win economic dawning options
of BothLeft/AndRight gold radiating rain
in droughts known
through beatified non-pain,
bicameral light regained,
empowered feelings unslain

Again
full bicameral stereo polyphonic,
Radiantly healthy thoughts
not verbally sustained
without dark ultra winnings
winging out and in reimaged, full
golden silent solidarity
mountain-rivered,
ego-system eco-quivered,

Belonging to Earth committed bright
compassion soul
ZeroZone of full
new partial shadows
in light rememory,
undelivered solitude
for health safe night

When my solitude
silently stands in sunlight
radiating GoldenRule enlightenment
and rational empowerment
through this window just now dawning bright.

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Winter’s Writing Choices

Approaching winter…

OK, maybe encroaching mid-winter
of life’s seasonal span
with resonantly compelling grace,
perhaps even transparent vulnerability,
feels controversial,
too laissez-faire

Too much courage
in declaring preliminary success
with too little curiosity
about what happens next
on planet Earth

Continuing to revolve all four seasons
dynamics
holistic lenses.

I recall the poet’s admonition
to not go quietly
into this winterish
cold night.

Life’s final reflective opportunity
does not invite quiet
so much as impassioned peace
of a windless snowfall
blanketing all I can see
and more faintly hear,
touch and awkwardly feel,
smell and bittersweetly taste
unsafe passage.

I recently moved from autumn habitat,
a creative tension between summer’s midlife climax
and this new winter habit
above Connecticut’s exquisite Salmon River.

This is a compromised writer’s winter hermitage
shared with my son who cannot speak
but can roar,
who cannot walk by himself
but can scoot
and belly laugh at his own internal sensations
and my external sensational sounds.

And, following Daquan
from my fall habitat
to winter’s eremetical search for peace,
however coldly displaced,
with social
and political
and spiritual
and natural distancing,

Behind Daquan
are daily in-home nurses
and his most avid companion,
my romantically distanced husband.

He comes bearing gifts
of clothes,
cleaning supplies,
far too much meaty food
for a proper hermitage
and not enough
for sufficient redemption
and for self-forgiveness.

He comes unaware of my ecofeminist wintering spirit,
longing for Earth’s warm womb justice
restoring peace
resilient through all four seasons
of present
past
and future Earth lives.

My ecofeminist lineage
feels too white to him,
not a journey for him
and our two brown sons
and my brown and cerebral palsied daughter
and Daquan.

So, this writer’s winter hermitage
remains newly compromised by past fall
and summer
and even spring
of extended multicultural family life.

May it always be so
or no,
I’m not sure which to pray for
or against
as I quietly write
into this warm and peaceful night,
just right,
not too dim or bright.

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My Avatar Son

I have a son,
in whom I am well pleased,
with more than his share of heart
and mindbody intelligence,
to comprehend vastness of Earth’s evolving history
and future demise,
to comprehend full emptiness of universes within
and without
co-arising nondual lonely/solitude
double-binary universes
de/re-generative,

Enough intelligence to become One-haunted,
Zero-empty
beyond our deep dualist dark insignificance
as a species,
and far less secular value even than his
commodification of isolated EgoCentric Futures,

His own autonomous Ego value so inconsequential
he doubts his worthiness of food he eats,
of water he drinks,
of air he breathes in solitude,
out lonesome, still in-between
much less worthy of competitive employment,
of any maturing sense of healthy vocation,
social purpose,
sacred meaning midst his human comedic/tragic environment
at its best a cooperative musical re-creation network.

This reciprocity he can more or less actually find
on-line,
but not so much within his own family,
much less school.

Well, maybe a few non-isolating exceptions
to the individual student rule
competing against all other egotestical students,
everyone playing an absurd StraightWhiteMale
Win/Lose
LeftBrain dominant game,
with loser death the inevitable ego-identified outcome
for each and all;
no exceptions for eco-therapeutic GayBrownSons.

In the meantime,
Should we continue to fiddle
and twitter
and shake dis-autonomized hands
while Earth prepares to burn in the middle
and flood on the shores?

Why not orchestrate Win/Win gaming cooperatives,
more democratically inspired fun,
more opportunity to improve communication,
co-deductive/inductive nonviolent dipolar analysis?

To live empirical-compassionate method
in an actively healthy
curiously communicative
economic and political mutual Win
kind of bicameral Taoist way.

But Taoism is off-course,
in his expansive view,
hiding in a Pandora labeled X-box
“EXEGENESIS of RELIGION”
which is about a spirituality cat half yin dead
and unfortunately only, at best,
half nightmarishly lonely yang
half alive,
as if solitude spirit
is any other than eco-dynamic yang-One nature,
as if lonely yin
were in
other than absent reverse nondual 0-sum
engaging yang’s revolving Earth-bilateral clock.

Spirituality implies he walks through a divinely inspired comedy
with few speaking parts
and no solos allowed,
which he feels could not be true
unless win/win divine game inspiration
is no more or less
than human naturally regenerative DNA
fractal programming function,
developing cooperative eco-binary Fullerian form,
informational ergodic prime nonzero-sum
regenerative patterns and natural rhythms,
synergetic invitations toward solitude gratitude
lonely attitude,
integral predestination of phylogenic bilateral
bihemispheric structural flow
revolving through Earth’s interdependent orbits
of health-timed wealthy space.

To what meaningful end
could we possibly become
for one who is humanist comedy/tragedy musical
cooperative-preferred,
competition-averse?

With polypathic/polyphonic inclined interests
rooted in rich
dense
fertile healthy sharing
this hour
this game,
this day’s night plan,
but without actively articulating cooperative invested hope
for any long-term self support systems,
thrival nutrients for his body;
not just his solitude/lonely mind,
breath,
bicameral heart-beat…

Surprising to me
how my lovely son quickly learned to re-see
win/win spirituality
as natural nonduality,
but has yet to recover his embryonic mind
as body co-arising neuro-systemic transparency,
much less divine
as also humane
musical comedic/tragic unity
not aspiring toward monolithic uniformity

Despairing eremetical non-choice
despite polypathic resonant opportunities
to feel so much yang wealthier
ego-centering Left
and yinternally healthier
eco-systemic Right.

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LifeStyle Synergy

Part of me longs to reside in
a high functioning
win/win cooperative community
of resilient left hemisphere,
resonant right hemisphere,
polypathic/polyphonic communion.

Part of egoself-care wisdom
and longing
feels drawn toward eremetical asylum
more than gregarious shared sanctuary;
to solitude,
peace
ease
natural sounds and sights,
green new/old deals,
relationships
communications
communions of egalitarian interdependence,
more internally holistic intersections
noticing sacred global beauty
in local experiential truths
mundanely secular.

Yet the best part of my internal ecosystemic awareness
wants both,
wants Earth’s all,
longs for cutting edge win/win communion,
healthiest wealth,
resilient resonance
restoring ego/eco co-investments,
just truth and beautiful mercies,
graced bounty,
synergetic integrity,
robust democracy of healthy hermits.

Too unneedy greedy,
the sound of two co-arising hands
not clapping,
I unrealistically realize
longing in belonging.

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Summer Hostage

Our small loop of a street
usually quiet
Today receives a loud grooming
with chain saws
and wood chippers
and diesel trucks slicing
and ruining silence
into anti-solitude.

This is my last day off
until summer school begins
in two sultry weeks.

Morning rain passed through
to breezy summer camp sun,
crisp shade tree shadows
moving slightly within lush grass
waiting for my non-motorized mower.

It feels queer…
I feel queer,
at sixes and sevens
at 67,
to trust that I need
not just more solitude
to become healthy again,
but more silence
to become vocally wealthy
again.

To go
or to stay
here
too near a State highway
trafficking toward two casinos
now more native to American economies
than Native Americans to empowerment.

This last bus
not quite upon us
while thoughts wonder
and feelings wander
about shouting sawers
and clanging chipper
banging my longing
back to a rural dirt dust-path
along side a Michigan Centennial Farm
where I knew breezy
silent
summer encampment days
of solitary
fresh freedom.

I wonder why
we can’t go home again,
Yet I can go back to childhood
solitude served up
in sacred silence
unsettling memories
of childhood freedoms lost.

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Evening Rainsong

Alone again
yet evening rain falls
cooling fresh breeze voices
anxious for everything,
angry about nothing.

Nothing to do about rain falling
as sure as gravity
of dripping issues
landing in my lap,
splattering naked children’s sleepy heads
and innocent soft shoulders.

Into each life…
Yes,
yet eventide rains inside voices
wet down dwindling life
of tiring consciousness.

If I could not read or write or speak
who would I sing with in new found leisure?
Scattered lyrical thoughts
of painful rain
for evening’s loss of light,
and dawn’s dew drop evaporations
raising praise for might
of rain rising up yet again
to grace some other’s night.

We each sing with rain dying alone,
a humanic nature feeling trapped
alien emigrant returning home
to Earth where all creations fail and fall
to rise again singing through new voices
and hues,
spectral rhythmic
dances of songs and cries
each our lived together owned,
rising up new throated sounds
disintegrated symphonies
of song sung out
toward tomorrow’s rain clouds
capturing moist radiant waves,
wet sounds of song
well-lived yet bound.

I hear too complex songs for living,
polyphonic evening rains
falling down alone
to rise again belonging songs
evaporating praise,
leaking radiance
gathering together.

Into and through each flowing melody
of rebaptising life
dirged this night alone
yet heard as well-sung rain forever.

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