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Trees in Silent Forests

When a tree falls in your forest
And no ears can hear it
Does it come to rest on Earth
silently
as it is in Heaven?

If a sun rises above Earth’s darkness
And no life is there to see or hear or feel it,
Does light shine on Earth
timelessly?

If integrity raises co-relational health consciousness
And no mindbody co-arises to notice it,
Does wealth of relationship emerge from chaos
unconsciously?

If a voice falters in your gospel forest
because no comprehending ears have heard it
Does it come to rest in Earth
never regeneratively cherished?

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Systems Loop in Spirals

Let’s talk honestly together
about our divinely-inspired inter-related concepts,
like color,
of God’s unlimited multiculturing powers
for healthy resilience
and growth of Positive ultra-violet Energy,
yet on an increasingly finite feeling and self-feeding planet,
limited by overpopulation of anthros
powerless to sustain life
throughout our planetary grey-scaled and commodified
capital-infested
bought and sold,
invested and divested,
borrowed and stolen
ecosystem.

A spiraling vicious out of control anti-evolutionary system
formerly known,
and/or felt,
as sacred ecology optimizing
a deep-learning Gaia
WinWin outcome oriented
WiseElder Original CoPresent Intention,

Ego with EcoConsciousness,
Holy Nature-Spirited external-internal mindfulness,
Left secularized deductive
dominantly emerging
from Sacred ElderRight

Advocating polycultural DNA-RNA Solidarity of ProLife
regenerative prime-fractal inter-relationship feedback loops,
throughout four prime dimensions
of Earth regenerating loops and spirals,
spacetime,
4D RealTime Revolutions of FullOctave
PositivEnergy Color.

Let’s listen comparatively
to how AmericaFirst sounds
to Eastern Left-Right nondual horizons.

Those dipolar-aware
that NorthWest nations revolve
around the SacredSun’s light fertility
no more
no less
than SouthEast nations,
advocate for and with
Nutritional Energy Democracy,
Health Equity.

If we are not all EarthFirst WinWin together,
then life,
even of SunGod’s fertile just-right light
as Paradised on ReGenerative Earth,
cannot long last on Goddess Gaia’s living skin
favoring CoOperative
restorative
revolving
spiraling AnimaMundi bilateral consciousness
of revolving feedback loops,
mindfulness of treasured EarthParadise
for future WinWin Left-Right regenerators
of DNA-RNA Sacred Solidarity in LoveLife.

We share a sacred mythopoetic Elder RightBrain identity
in which fractal-spiraling health is our goal
and wealth is our sacred multiphonic achievement thereof.

This polypathic health game cannot be divinely successful
if played through infinite growth of egocentric need
powering over finite resonant EarthFirst eco-resilience
of WinWin Paradise today,
now,
here,
in each notnot (0)Soul moment,
within each individuating identity of interdependent relationships,
each ego,
each nurturing neighborhood,
each educated community,
each informed state,
each conscious nation,
each feedback spiraling living planet
of Sacred EgoEcoLogical Integrity.

Our RightHand dominant orthodoxies
of healthy abundant economies
and wealthy resonant social politics
for ongoing inter-relationships
already feel and intuit
this Elder Matriotic Wisdom
of Yin-PolyPhonic CoOperation
equivalently
ambivalent double-bound
with notnot Yang PolyPathic.

Such wisdom is as ancient
as the first Tree of Life,
finite
healthy RNA feedback recycling
in appositional cotension with
Infinite Pathological Death.

What could we have left to lose
but hatred and mistrust
if Washington and Moscow and Peking
gained WiseElder consciousness
of an Ancient Forest
restoring CoGovernor Solidarity
in Full-PolyPathic Color?

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Sacred Natives

Sacred native forests
remain enraptured in souls
shadowing mysterious nature’s silence.

Or when so deluged and brisk winded,
stormed to rage wild absence of restraint
overpowering more domesticated sounds of commodifying busyness,
diesel fueled 18-wheelers
carrying walky-talky caffeine flying drivers,
warning blares of commerce’s trains
for those without bodies and brains
to move away from rumbling dust river of busy tracks.

Native forests
speak sacred wilderness power through all five senses.
I cannot see a sacred forest
singing I Did It My Way,
or My Way Or The HighWay
appropriate anthems in their less bird-songed place, yes,
but not sacred lusty psalms of organic notes
for and from native forests,
where sacred sights
sound naturally right
and smell absent of stinky busy fright,
and taste and feel recycling peace.

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EarthTribe Sanctuary

Bird chatter echoes mutual greetings
psalms reciting Other’s praising morning light
promising their co-enrapture of return
before light fades to dusk this night.

Birds echo cathedrals of tree majestic chatter,
underflight of bees and insect buzz growing conjoined refrain
evening’s glad sung massive eulogy
consecrates this flying day’s compline,
grace delight.

Liturgy of Earth flight song
echoes through shattering light,
entering as exiting each shared dark mythic night.

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Sound Barriers

Words must wait for welcome
within this sacred green laced vista,
a cathedral incubating nuances of light
and shadow,
of succulent sway
inviting minds and tiny bodies
to come along this way,
then that,
billowing breeze
then soporific tease
lulling silent waves of blue grey clouds
continue on their more steady play,
aloof.

Twilight looms for this day
and life,
more peaceful without ego’s endless string
of intrusive
entitled
arrogant
anthro-culturally enslaved,
words.

Waiting to welcome new winds of time,
noticing this embrace
within Earth’s voracious voice,
vibrant flow
welcoming this time to go,
wordless.

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Stalking Time

Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below misty blue sky
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile time,
flagrant erections of next generation’s hope
for full color life
perennially emerging time
through fields of green enraptured
brown soil and gray rocks
and weathered stretching darker bark
back further through time’s ringing core.

This summer’s newer time full color;
Elder time dressed in grays and browns
of dusk’s deeper hue and cry.

Time’s newer lexicon
laughs through children
camping near a still-slogging river,
flowing time toward surfing Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing time of trees’
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time
rushed toward some end of prime,
planned, yet unprioritized.

Drumming heartbeat
surfing breath
occasional tummy rumbles,
older times of human space
thundering through subliminal octaves
of time’s unrolling memory.

New time smells green fragrance,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth’s old-timed infrastructure,
roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries
floating broken platters of Earthtime’s universe creation,
rumbling thunder
warning of ancient slow-timed lightening.

Capturing time’s enrapturing voices
and visions
peering through silent black faced race
through space.
Knotted notched logged time
captured in this sacred place
gracefully crumbling time’s investment,
forgiven and redeemed in last fall’s brown bed
of leafy fading trace,
succumbing to terminating time’s
less aggressive metamorphic place
from logs reversing back into time’s landed space,
impervious to eyes noting her change of race
from convex branches to concave composts.

Time’s darker elder face
haunts richer wisdom
but often fails to find just and righteous pace
for dominating white cultured mind
to find
and recognize.
Elder darker’s timing rhythm
speaks best through white hearts’ new-time memory,
transparently dark embedded cultural time
emerged as new found discovery
recovery through youngish light
most resonantly resolved
through time’s polyculturing brightest night.

Fear of dark raced time
begins with my own white placed skin
accepting time’s inevitable dark embrace
within full-colored humanely timed race,
to see my wilting face
drawn back into time’s dark souled core
dying into light’s progenitor
once more
dark never-enough-right-time supremacy
through dark purgation’s non-anthrocentric palatial door
toward dark time’s eternal color rhapsodic place.

Time’s song and dance
through nonexistential space,
my voice
our opera
time’s co-passion story.

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Dry Tears

Your suffocated dry suffering tears

trail crusty crystals

toward your waiting ears

and mine

resounding through empathic mind

wondering where tracks end,

back through billowing mountains ranging

star dust trail of time,

remerging toward jet-black lustrous whirling pupil

learning and longing to belong

within your cresting crystal trail

of crusted suffering tears,

absolving them away.

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