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Aunt Eartha’s Winter Interview

What are your most winterish
critical trauma events
in these most recent
three millennia?

Why
just my traumas,
and not their corresponsive
ecotherapies
for restoring EarthJustice?

Please go on
and on
questioning my questions
seemingly without end,
like an arctic wind-blown
starless night
in eternally restless January.

As you say,
and, but for this grand analogy,
you would pay dearly
for your unsprung youth,

Back in pre-colonial daze
of sacred tribal glad,
mostly naked clad,
reunions,
Fall harvests produced fertile gratitude,
more of a positive
win/win attitude.

In those last warm and golden times
of nature nighttime naivete
some Governor,
a Wise Elder, perhaps

No matter how Patriarchal,
would deep dream think
to set defenses against
each sacred Other

Yet pantheistically inclusive Mother Earth
could not feel ripe
or right, apart

Summer fullness
and winter dormant absence
fail to positively correlate
Earth’s spirited spring minds
and physical womb-falling bodies
with metaphysical,
sacred bipartisan,
deeply thoughtful
yet hibernating
frustrated feelings
failing to confluently
and competently understand

Communicating
and excommunicating
across seasons
and present seas
of sacred vulnerable immigration
integration
creolization,
followed by thoughtfully transparent
slow-grown emigrant sacred status
rooted in wisdom
and freedom to,
not freedom from
and some other kindless
kingdom

Immigrating/Emigrating EarthTribes
exhaling summer’s sway
away
and migrating winter’s WombDream play
back in to sacred circling
and recycling stay.

Thanks for that,
Aunt Eartha.
Sounds like less of a summery answer
and more of a deep wintering question.

Yes, my dear,
and what does winter taste
and look
and feel like?

Restoring Earth’s
not-quite-so-everlasting
seemingly endless
cold white privilege,

Thawing into
more spring/fall balance,
sacred green/blue global
hibernating
matriarchal,
yet apparently dormant,
ecologists.

Sorry, Aunt Eartha,
drifting off,
wandering in winter wonder

EcoTherapy, once around again,
regenerating global
GoldenPlaying Peace

Within this silent wintered star’s
bright prolific night.

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Cooperative Journeys

It interests me,
this journey into the garden
each spring
to notice how diverse vegies
and flowers,
edibles
and ornamentals,
pollinators
and soil enrichers,
work cooperatively together
when they can

My own planning part
notices potential competitions,
for light
water
deeper top soil,
but these pursue
optimizing cooperation
to jointly thrive,
not competition
to barely survive
trauma,
stress,
pain,
loss,
duress.

While sitting in the shade
looking over a host of community gardens
enlivened
and enriched
by cooperative community gardeners,

I recall business
and even public sector classrooms
worshiping at the win/lose altar
of capital investment

Sure,
without responsible question,
that at the end of our lifetime journey
we will be celebrated by our successful oppressions,
suppressions of the vanquishable
repressions of the feminist weak
within ourselves
our gardens
our families
and compassionate friends.

This has not been my experience,
that I am celebrated by,
and for,
those I have divested of
like obstacles to overpower,
mere consumer subjects
to satiate into silence,
to financially abuse,
to emotionally neglect.

Whether contemplating
another spring season
of cooperative community gardens
or harvesting reasons
at the end of a long midsummer dream

In which we are religiously celebrated
for our multicultural passions
and polycultural communion,
participating in EarthTribe’s
cooperatively redemptive journey
back toward green
pristine Eden.

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Savory Springs

If pulpy green words
had red meat nutritional value,

As feelings have openly positive
and closed negative
nurturing peace normals
and turmoil boiling abdominal
abominable abnormals,
robust health feeding
and sick bad watering,

What would you choose
to feed your co-passion learning kids,
your cornucopia complex spouse,
your significantly nonOthered
this ego-cooking day?

If fertilizing actions
were rooted in compassion
as light
fades into night

Dreams for healing yourself,
for saving this EarthTribe
self-cognized
humbled
for Whole Earth empowering
enlightened
dawning peaceful governance,

Who
and what
and when
and where
and why
would you co-passion with,
co-invest with,
co-operate with feeding bright?

This PeacEarth crunchy day
and Justice restoring
spring flowing
heart glowing
starlight witnessed
night.

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Late Fall

Outside views
remind me
Earth already represents
early winter
in my sacred EarthTale

Of internal climate healthy
redevelopment
heart mediated
in dialogue with nonverbal
Right/Left resonant
muse-integrity

Silent
sacred
mindful rest
promised
through winter’s hibernating
nest

Before best health days
of our grandchildren’s wealthiest lives
will struggle
seething still and silent
to not out loud envy
our apartheid cold messages

Time to “Man Up”
to get through my depressed
Yintegral chronic oppressed
trans-indigenous
multicultural potential

To winter through
LeftBrain monoculturing
viral win/lose dominance
over marginalized
“disabled” RightBrain prominence

Of late Fall
sinful PatriCapital daze
in my chronic LeftBrain dominant
entertaining
homiletic hubris

My monotheistic sublime
mid-summer protagonist
of all unspoken monoculturing passion narratives
expecting,
anxiously anticipating
my personal StraightWhite Patriarchal
anthrosupremacist savior

A late Fall god-given
self-righteous entitlement
defensive about dubious undemocratic
healthy transcendent fertility

Taking more than my four square share
of EarthTribe’s freezing ZeroSum
final regenerative inhale
rather than a NonZero
full-harvest gratitude exhale

To co-passion grandchildren’s
regenerate healthy inhale
balancing passionately co-invested
forgiving exhale

Spiraling dynamically out
toward full-spectral
four seasonal healthy wealth
of cross-generational
restoring Earth’s
lifetime emergence,
AnthroSacred

Balancing this compassioning
late Fall mountain moment
co-invested back toward inspiring
spirited spring
of my indigenous
bicameral
original natural/spiritual
EarthJustice bilateral wisdom

This win/lose LateFall day
is Not
THE END (yet)

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Kindred Spirits

If life’s sacred meaning
is found,
or perhaps never even lost,
through active multicultural regenerativity,

I hope love’s secular purpose
might find me,
and us,
through Earth-responsive recreation,

Like white patriarchal privilege
recalling
compelling matriarchal herstories
of dualdark degenerativity,

Like healthy green spring
is to winter wealthy snow.

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When I Was Eight

I owned a warm breezed first Spring day
in radiantly refulgent sun
between billowed cumulative clouds
white as sailing sheets
on our vibrating
shaking and tugging cotton clothesline
swaying multi-colored tops
and sun bleached blue jean bottoms.

Like God,
I looked curiously
benignly
warmly down

As industrious ants
with apparently urgent missions
I would never learn how to assign
chewed and sniffed their singular ways
through a forest of shading grass
over dappled shadow soil

Vibrant blades of pointed grass
as tall as trees to ambitious worker ants
sometimes militaristic
but now peacefully recovering
discovering thawed warm roots
of cooperative deep dark Earth.

I could not own a wealthier Spring day
except just now,
at sixes with seven,
often remembering this polished day
and night dreamed moment
beside breeze blown white sailing ships
of sun-scent cotton state
breathing in under first fresh cut lawn
to notice how wee ants live
side-by-side
refurbishing
rubbing up against and with
warm lamped memories

Recreating paths
by imaginatively embodying them
yet again

This first-owned warm Spring breeze
of wistful
divine memory.

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Life On Top

I long to be the top new-green leaf
on the tallest swaying spring breeze tree
in my florid fragrant late-spring neighborhood.

Not to lord myself
as superior to all my more fundamentally plebeian brethren,
but to celebrate this vast sisterly view
of who we sunlit glowing are
becoming toward summer’s climax together,

Then falling gracefully
in full colored autumn,
when I will have the longest downward flighting float
of all migrations

Becoming, once again,
a sacred part of snow-covered soil
feeding next spring’s tallest new-green leaf
of All transregenerators.

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First SunRise Service

My first great faith journey
involved exiting EarthMother’s nighttime womb,
without even a first language
except what RightBrain inherited
from noticing emotive taste and feel
and healthy/pathological touch
memories prehistorically Win/Win
and Win/Lose
and Lose/Lose souled
unsoiled either happy or mad,
learning both/and health-resilient midways.

From such humble nutritional/toxic expectations,
and win/lose annunciations
of EarthTribe’s integral potential,
wealthy yang opportunities and yin-unhealthy risks,
through adolescent win/lose romantic invested engagements

On through my own forty-year corporate adult commodified faith journey
ensuing
pursuing my great white-male privileged American dream;

A win/lose business-as-usual pilgrimage
toward my more recent retiring win/win destiny,
for healthy wise-elder now
unhealthy other-wise then

Not really a chosen win/win destination
freely destined to and as begun
with integrity of ego-me inside sacred eco-Other
co-passion for positive
healthy
rational/nutritional purpose

And perennial meaning
this old pre-cortical WiseElder right brain
we have anciently learned interdependence
does not believe in autonomous ego-mortality,

Right brain emotive intelligence
is not overly invested in left brain ego’s embedded fragmentation
co-arising feelings of righteous predative anger
and leftist prayers conserving lose/lose fears
of YangGod’s universally autonomous climate genocide.

Ego’s de-individuation
away from Earth’s healthy habitat
rejoining MotherEarth’s timeless individulting wombs
reproducing integrity’s conjoined co-passioning potential,

ReBecoming as I began
win/win re-entering memories re- and pre-historically souled
unsoiled
inside EarthMother’s first pre-cortical dark night

Becoming bicameral felt
effectively co-caused/effective
neo-cortical ego’s individuating day

ReComposing my first great healthy transformational
co-arising in/ex-formational
re-journey
re-membering my first great transitional
sunrise developmental
co-passioning light/energy service
courageously multicultural
vulnerably global
and transparently personal.

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Embedded SpringTimes

Perhaps we all secretly long
to be embedded in perpetual spring time.

My most entertaining pre-pubescent memories
of spring’s most sacred times,
when occasionally left
to my own leisurely adventurous pursuits
outside for further natural/spiritual embedded nest

Include a warm and sunny afternoon
unfolding on Saturday’s mid-western stage,
going to a pond
waiting on the edge of wild
lying on my belly
with my nose nearly touching

Her still surface waters
watching spiders
walk over Her
polliwog organic submarines
waving
going somewhere fins
propelling, with me,
into our Saturday afternoon
nutritional adventures
embedded in feeding FlowSource
well-being entertainments.

Another spring Saturday,
perhaps closer to full pubescent
FlowSource entertaining feelings,

I ran far back into the RoundField
where I knew a solitary MotherTree,
like me,
busy getting dressed up
in Her fulling spring leaves
while I unbusily removed all my clothes
and climbed Her
full body hugging Her trunk,
embracing and thanking each sturdy
warm-used limb
all my forceful way to Her most sacred top

To look and feel together
across this green alfalfa field
with all surrounding trees
a deeply fertile ocean forest
green-radiant slumbering mysteriously back at us,
this happy solitary FlowSource
MotherTree and ResourceMe
unseen WinWin feeling together triumphantly
becoming Be

Indigenously embedding entertainments,
Memories much richer and deeper and older
yet naked and wider and younger
than anything I ever heard or saw mid-winter
coming from inside black and white TV.

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Virgin Spring

We each have that early spring
post-matriarchal
un-hibernating
emerging from EarthMother moment,

An awareness memory
of late winter’s pregnant demands
to cramp and thrust forward
patriarchally over-powering
in full summer’s fertile august strength.

We each have this great green climate moment
of silent anticipation
bringing all our ancients gathered
and returning reborn music
danced in-between winter
and spring’s wild awakening
win winning together
seamlessly

All climates marched before
with all moods augustly septumbering behind
health/wealth bicamerally reiterating after

We each share one Great Matriarchal Transition
early springing out all over memory metaphors
of EarthMother’s first heart-felt song
sung inside late winter’s last hibernating
passive moments of bipolar unconsciousness

Marching into win/lose political
and economic
and personal
and natural/spiritual dipolar climates
and metaphoric moods,
conflicted/restricted voices
heard in slow-jazzed magic soul

As Pisces twins float midway
between healthy swimming heaven
and pathological hell
bi-fractally fifth-dimension
Aquarian EarthClimate ascendent

Emerging pregnant with creative nondual tension
as a regenerating inside/outside new mom moon

Transitional integrity’s annual fullness
reborn win-win EarthPatriotic power
of a liberating Virgo’s
august appolonian/dionysian
yang/yin
east/west LeftDominant
south/north RightRecessive revolutionary prominent
march toward democratic health/wealth
EarthCentric promise
with 2020 reverse-hierarchical ReVision.

Reborn of FatherNorth
and MotherSouth soils
and ancient DNA fractal regenerations

Zero ZenZone bicameral souls
of jazz dance left springing up and out
with gospel soul sung winter force/source right

Marching reborn
Matriarchal/Patriarch restoring justice,

Non-violent communicating embodied co-passions,
Pisces twins swim-dance
with spiritual gospel win/win Virgin muses
east with west
right early spring left late winter
in grateful green anticipation.

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