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One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest

The apparent insanity of inmates
and prisoners
and addicts, conspiracy theorists and paranoids,
does not prove,
nor necessarily even suggest,
the keepers are not also self-entitled nuts
with unhealthy powers,
authorities,
delegated detached responsibilities
loyal to ratchet race competitions.
Passion Story

When you are crucified, naked, poor
and occupied by Roman yangish powerful voices
and Win/Lose commodity values,
unhealthy fought and sold colonizing authorities,
irresponsible power occupiers,
violators of healthy green peace objectives
applicable to any sanctuary and asylum
with humane organic embodied rituals and behaviors
yet still Win/Lose divine punishing evolution machine minded,
we have been historic asylum invited
to purge messianic homeless egos
on HolonicSpirit’s centering Earth-cross,
rather than remain comparatively imprisoned by traumas
to the disassociating left or right.

Health History Story

A. Earth was born, still, flat, without form and ZeroCentric void.
B. S/he remains newborn and young,
springing organic life
WinWin preferential solidarity with all EarthTribe.
C. S/he still grows mature healthy Heavenly summer sun
over nurturing MotherEarth,
sacred/secular conjoined.
D. S/he co-emerges Northern revolutionary Yang/Yin bicameral,
bilateral healthstream co-arising poly-paths,
-phonics,
-cultures,
-nomial maps,
-meme messages,
-frames of secular/sacred nutrition.

One Flew Into the Communion NestEgg

See “Health History Story” above
The apparent stillborn insanity of original patriarchal residents
need not predict
Yang/Yin co-redeeming caregivers
are not also ego- v eco-logical sanctuary sociopaths
sabotaging our own potential opportunities
for polypathic communion asylums.

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Advent Funerals with Birthdays

The coincidence of Advent
and the HW Bush eulogies
reminded me of DJ Trump’s challenge
to laugh about himself
at least as quickly as he laughs against others.

As compared to any recent US President,
he comes in dead last
for his appropriate humility,
willingness to sacredly listen, empathize with generosity,
and least place for his ability to nurture resilient international peace,
and I am not sure these two challenges
are merely side-by-side coincidental.

Other challenges seem to come with the Yangish motivation required to even become a credible candidate.

Presidential candidates
at least since the Civil War,
if not the Revolutionary War,
are not generally known for saintly sacred listening
to and for healthy multicultural developments,
domestic or foreign,
domestic and yet foreign
to those unschooled in WinWin health-power whisperings,

Noticing positive deviance
advocated and praised and blessed first well-humored,
before negative pedestrian bullying rat races continue
with all paranoid Win/Lose stripes
madly pursued by monoculturing manic political stars.

This Advent day of HW Bush eulogies
was also my oppositionally defiant daughter’s seventeenth birthday.
When I asked her for an allegorical meaning
for the Sleeping Beauty fable
she dismissed the story
as another patriarchal humorless female Messianic staple
for achieving EarthJustice happily ever after
by mere kiss of Prince Charming
after she had done all the heavy emotional lifting
required to rebuild sacred communion
with resilient good humor.

But, she is more interested in discussing Robin Hood
and Little Red Riding Hood,
all the potential messianic Hood leaders
who know predative patriarchal wolves when they see
and hear
and smell them,
even in hooded disguise,
transparently lying on their own grandmother’s bed
and Bibles
and thrones,
about being more committed to democratic good-humored healthy constitutions
advocates for sharing communion with all
before defending their own ego-centric hindquarters.

My fetal alcoholic seventeen year old daughter
knows wolves when she hears them
in government threatening humorless voices
or more entertainingly violent industrial corruption predators.

Feminist Hoods can themselves taste wolf hunger
for royal hunting and riding
and devouring innocent WinWin democratic youth,
separating them from their naive healthy multiculturing forests,
composed by
and for
and of naturally diverse and good-humored habitats.

She can smell satiated predators
growing hungry for vulnerable healthy integrity
stealing back fleeting power from Win/Lose playing wolves
by investing economic and political trust
in those still living natural-humored life
as a normal spiritually connecting re-investment.

Hooded egos still know this spiritually enchanted forest life
as a naturally reconnecting hope
for healthy happier,
more co-redemptive,
EarthJustice futures.

And so the eulogies
and my daughter’s exegetical birthday party progressed
through Cinderella’s king and queendom
at healthier humored EarthJustice hand
after marrying her Prince of Adventuring Revolutionary Peace.

On through the Three Little Pigs
enjoying shared wolf-soup communion
with all EarthTribe’s piglets and cubs,
dolls and stuffed bears
communioned while sitting down grace-fully together.

She hears this same polypathic humored journey
in every diversely sacred narrative
she leads and listens,
smells and tastes and feels
hope for Earth’s wealth
of future everyday health
for democratic constitutions,
disability stories,
eulogies inviting salvific humor.

This coincidence of birthday and funeral
reminds me of our sacred challenges
to laugh communally among ourselves
more than jeering a viral twittering weapon
against the vulnerabilities of others.

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Cooperative StoryListening Proposal

I would like to hear and see
how and why you live,
when and where you prefer to die,

I would like to touch and taste
who and what you think and feel
is your greenest dreamed sanctuary
without imagined ultra-violet capital limits
and with secured and sufficient communion
for your most economic
and political
and ecological
and theologically robust lifeline.

This future HealthSanctuary Search
is for any visionary who might want to live personally and politically
more ecologically downscale
and slow-grown organic reorganization
and less economically patriarchal dependent-scaled
and fast-grown violent
stressing
and straining military-industrial mobilization.

This Sanctuary Search
is for those longing for communion ecologies,
more than eulogies,
although both can be good and left and right
appropriate to inside ego theologies
of healthy pruning gods
and nurturing goddesses reunited
reweaving LeftYang and RightYin transubstantiating fabrics
speaking reductive Earth
within universally inductive Heavens,
icons of sacred hybrid spacetime in-between
journeys toward HealthTipping Sanctuary’s
multicultural destinies.

For individuals and families,
WinWin naively young
on through resilient Wise GreeningElders,
longing for organic community wanna-be permacultural gardeners
longing for ego- and eco-therapeutic Home Schools
for positive energy democratic education
and green advocate cultural re-education,
and longing for RightBrain dominant creators,
activists,
designers,
sculptors,
story-tellers and listeners and followers and bloggers and sloggers,
musicians,
dancers,
ShoutOut comedians and rappers,
spacetime occupiers

Belonging to Green Sanctuary Movements,
locally egoed
and globally ecoed
with revolutionary room enough even for a drama queen or two
or even more,
practicing turn-taking and divine listening,
then speaking queenly green.

Sanctuary for preachers and teachers
and parents who prefer to childlike listen
and practice non-violent communication apprenticeships
perpetually being
and coincidentally doing
and cooperatively non-violent growing
WinWin green ecological economic Sanctuary CovenantShips
and pedestrian restoring rituals.

Then, after listing and listening
to your future sanctuary dreams,
I would like to help us together incarnate
green cooperative households
and gardens,
urban through rural farms filled with mutual home-holders
enjoying Earth’s outdoor green Sanctuary Cafe
with open mic nights and days
producing positive energy podcasts,
liturgical nutritional broadcasts
of healthy green sanctuary plants
with WinWin networking
root restoring systems,
eco-centrically wealthy
green listening casts
celebrating EarthHealth SpeakOut Sanctuaries,
earthy sanctity

Periodically proposing locally grown rituals
cooperatively thought and felt and imagined
Called out global green.

I would like to hear and see
how and why we live most robustly
in-between when Earth
and Heaven where
EarthTribe prefers to never die.

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Princess Goldie’s Thanksgiving Dream

Princess Goldie was homeless
somewhere within her Gaian ruling reign.
She walked lost
through this morning’s reforesting project,
learning to spring back together
what had fallen into last night’s cold morbidity.

Princess Golden was hungry
for WinWin rules of nutritional global play.
Her tummy rumbled
as she saw a WhiteHouse
next to a swamp of punishing nettles
not quite distant enough
for peaceful conservation.

She knocked on the WhiteHouse forest floor
but no answer
so she tried the closed door
winning wealthy place
yet losing future healthy space
for hibernating bears and bulls.

Princess Gaia opened what no one had denied.
Then tried to break her fast,
but the first red bowl was too fundamentally hot,
the second, blue, too terrifyingly secular
academic
theoretical
abstractly cold,
while the green third, though smaller heard,
was ideally cooperative communing
just right for immigration.

She tried YangBear’s hard seat of authority
then YinBear’s heart seat of extended family responsibilities
before breaking BabyBear’s imprisonment
in loser retributions
attributions of autonomous sin,
too small for growing winner optimizations
restorations of wealthy health.

Princess Golden
ruled with great nightmarish nappy time
chaotic lack of ecotherapeutic resting school,
then bilaterally governed within matriarchal complex forest
networks of too-soft nurture,
then fell asleep just right
in beds for polypathic dreams
tricameral

BabyBear in-between
PapaBear and MamaBear
speaks within her hibernating open cave
harboring WinWin resolutions
too hot v cold
too hard authority v soft family responsibility
too highly egocentric v holonic ecocentric diversity,
reversity of reforesting reclimating times,
perversity of lack of LeftBrain sleepy time,
university of RightBrain healthy story rhyme,

Princess Goldie’s ego homelessness
reforesting Earth-centering nest.

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Notes from a Unitarian Child

Once upon a time,
an eight year old
Black and Green and Brown and Red and Blue Lives Matter
ultra-nonviolent kid
wrote an ultra-violet note to him/herself
about stuff s/he needed to full-rainbow recall
if and when s/he ever became
a worn out
stressed out
depressed
workaholic
self-defeated parent:

I wish my dad
and my mom,
like Mother Earth
and GrandMother Moon,
had spent more story time
talking about gravity
and enlightenment tales
and depression fables
and repression epics
and suppression mysteries
of basic fairy flying
like what goes fluttering up
must come mortally down
what goes forward in time
must have come from backward in mythic imagination.

I wish my spiritual mom and natural dad
had thought out loud
more about pictures reducing four-directional wilderness imaginations
as the reverse
of time-organic memories
seducing and securing Earth’s original health intentions.

I hope my future teacher vocation
invests more class time
explaining LeftBrain’s obsession
with starting at the elite top of any logic tree,
then going down the systemic stem and opening/closing branches
to define and redefine Top’s administrative purposes
and subTop uber-branches
over their essentially cooperative,
more than competing, parts,
and resiliently reiterative parts parts,

While spending more future outdoor class time
exercising intuition emerging reverse-time images with organic feelings
starting in ancient WiseElder DNA democratic universal atomic memory
to travel back up a reverse historical health/wealth hierarchy
into this ego-embodied integrity day

More outside classrooms
for nurturing cooperatively-held co-relationships
to be sure all our interdependent parts and climate feelings
throughout our neural network biosystems
are regeneratively communicating
more then degenerating more pathological dissonance,
and unconscious disenchantment with competing ego-healers,
and depression,
and repression,
and suppression of intuitive RightBrain ecological/theological prime relational,
natural/spiritual
patriarchal/matriarchal co-intelligence.

I hope my fellow story-tellers
will remember to talk and listen to kids,
to sing and dance as kids,
to design and develop with hurt kids,
to lead and follow with suffering at-risk kids
will teach and study
breathing in Yang’s patriarchal deductions
to breathe out Yin’s uniting intuitive primal relationships
between what LeftBrain sees too often
as Either/Or oppositional Truths
as RightBrain feels not enough Both/And appositional Trust
that dawn will continue to follow spectral dusk
has followed dusty dawn of sacred ZeroZone enlightenment

As light follows darkness within egos
and darkness without ecologically conscious
theological experience
of uniting love
as grace
and healthy karma

As uracil’s wisdom loyally follows cytosine’s flow
co-arises Yang’s universal monotheistic
RightWing patriarchy has forgotten
LeftWing matriarchal cooperatively-owned prehistory
of unitarian polycultural cytosine evolutions,
birthing appositional twins
Adenine and Guanine,
Zeus and Diana,
Yang and Yin,
testosterone and estrogen…

I long to remember
co-arising polypathic opportunities
for green peace
restoring Yang/Yin egocenters
rebuilding and feeding and watering
matriarchal ecopolitical justice
growing Earth’s healthiest wealth of DNA
sacred story-shaping ecology strings of co-regenerate Tao.

As a WiseElder,
the formerly eight year old Unitarian added,
at long last,

I hope I can retain hope for everyone,
for all future generations,
all species of loving life,
all incorporated constitutions of and for democratic happiness and welfare,
all healthy ecopolitical love climates
and theological grace frames
and ecological karma stories
for cooperatively owning extended family international integrity
within every polynomial x/y-squared egosystem,
every EarthTribe u/c-squared epic string of co-regenerating Time,
every HereNow Yang/Yin-squared polypathic moment
ever after

ZeroZone Universal ReGenesis
begat an eight year old unitarian child
Black and Brown and Green and Red and Blue
polypathic multiculturing lives
for healthier hoping ultra-nonviolent futures.

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Three Colored Pigs

Once upon a ZeroTime
we suffered great terror and loss.

People,
animals,
and plants
refused to speak kindly with each other
because of a Big Bad Wolf
named Ms. Climatic Change
by her delightfully demented transparents.

Most all credible scientists in that day
were prophets of falling timeless skies,
flaming forests,
failing aquifers,
fowl winds from Big Bad SheWolf’s breath,
both bad
and way too Yangishly big.

Meanwhile, most bad faith people could not believe
in this SheWolf blowing Ms. Change
until on their own doorsteps
they saw and heard Her
violently colonizing threats
to feed and birth more rabid cubs
with ravenously monotheistic intentions,
confrontations,
engagement in violence
on behalf of past and future peace.

The first little pig Blue
is a democratic optimist
especially about scientific law and hopeful order.
Her pen is made of goddess straw
and entertaining tinsel tin
because that’s all her Sacred Owner could afford
while shopping for better whips
at the repurposing station.

She had the supremely democratic displeasure
of attracting predator Wolf’s initial advances
of a most unfortunate climate event.

Her house blew Blue away
before bad WiseElder wolf covens deciphered
We’re all feeding this Big Bad SheWolf together!

So little pig Blue, reborn baptized plutocratic
by recycling fear and terror,
ran all the way to her new climate grieving home,
penned up to couch surf
with or against prickly republican fundamentalist pig Red.

Red pig called out to the Big Bad SheWolf,
Declaiming God’s punishment
for sharing too much herbal tea
and probably THC,
with eastern and southern idolators;
Calling down God’s own retribution for hugging,
and otherwise worshiping,
sacredly creative MotherTrees,
rather than begging Owner Patriarchal Sun
for next Paradise
promising a better nutritious life.

A better Red wealthy life
through normal stick-built single family
Great Economic McMansions
fenced and moated sanctuaries
from Big Bad SheWolf’s growing blowing threat
and bitter bite.

Shutting out ultra-violet nightmare rabble,
if not Big Bad SheWolf problems
of Earth’s discomforting demise
while all God’s true orthodox children
move on up to timeless Red
BusinessAsUsual Capital Paradise.

But stick-built autonomy
and boot-strap conservative sanctuaries,
for monoculturally superior pigs, metaphysicians
of intelligently systematic sacred story
and orthodox fundamental theology,
did not save Red nor Blue pigs
from Gaian love for ClimateHealth
even more powerful than God’s just punishment
through SheWolf miseries
named Ms. ClimateChange.

Even gated stick-built McMansions,
and missionary fishing boats,
and carts for shipping and shooting people
and blowing other species up
and off to dungeons
burn or flee
as Big Bad Wolf
defeats quickly fading second chances
for restoring happier make-love endings
restoring ego’s wanton piggish longing
for healthy eco-justice.

Third little pig Green
built her home of natural clay bricks and stone,
with front and back yard gardens
filled with organic edibles
and chickens
to share with Big Bad SheWolf
and all her hungry cubs,
Neighbors longing for healthier water
and soil
and divine Blue secular
and Red sacred cooperative air
for breathing in climates of matriarchal courage.

Curious SheWolf extended family courage
invited outward cooperative climates
of nonjudgmental inquiry,
spoken and non-violently mentored in WinWin organic strategies,
freedom from colonizing WinLose motivations,
filling gracefully in
as active organic creolizing vocations
to retire pandemic ClimateChange tsunamis
in favor of green international ClimateHealth
for wolf and pig,
people and planet
cooperatively self-owned EarthTribal Future Investors
in ham
and bacon
and other porky products
suitable for great-grand cubs and piglets
to never think of eating their young
and old.

All these self-producing piggy products
lived with their restoring projects together
with SheWolf and Cubs
happily ever timeless after
climate acceptance
of interdependent risks
through WinWin opportunity,
scientific ZeroSoul revolutions,
humanity metaphysical evolution,
theological non-racist systemic experiential volution,
gently knocking on open doors
for ecological solutions
and resolutions
and better organic SheWolf endings.

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Seeking Sanctuary

Diaspora Dwellings

On my way into our sanctuary
this past Sunday morning
a woman I had met in choir
was strangely inclined
to share her family history.

Her dad came over from Ireland
because he wanted better opportunities
for his healthy future.

Here he meets his wife
and they have kids
who also have kids
now living the post-millennial nightmare
of what the TrumpCard worshiping U.S.
has most degeneratively isolationist become.

I mentioned that I had never been.
My made-in-Ireland newsboy hat
had only hung in U.S. pubs,
mostly not so green as we might wish,
and had only covered my North American dreams
of a more robust wealth
of future health
for myself
and my African American husband
and our four adopted brown-skin wounded kids
with mental and physical,
mind and body,
spirit and soul uncompetitive challenges.

Challenges now further threatened by bleak climate choices
to pursue RightWing Business As Assault
Competitions to extract Earth’s ecofeminist original values
faster
and faster
and harder thrusting against naked wombs,
angry and filled with fear
we cannot hoard enough power
against the Great Winter
of our own LeftBrain dominant
paranoid prophecy.

And increasingly schizophrenic,
don’t you sometimes inside-outside Voices think?
My new fellow diaspora migrant added,
cooperatively curious,
and not at all competitively overpowering.

Before cars
and planes
and trains,
Before carriages
and carts
and wheels
Irish moms and dads would never have imagined
their homes
as other than our future home,
as other than great-great grandkids home
as it was on into a distant WiseElder
health-rooting past projecting future health.

Diaspora dreams
would have been just for tribal survival reasons,
I suppose.
Which sounds eerily like how I feel
about my kids WiseElder future prospects
challenged by angry supremacist voices,
classically un-evangelical,
philosophically dividing sinful ego-natures
from virtuous eco-spirits…

Yet these are what God originally created together…
Well, I get sidetracked
when I gaze into this awesome abyss
of LeftBrain’s curious diaspora nature
returning to RightBrain spiritual sanctuary
of what paradise Earth could become
after Her diaspora integrity returns.

Where our children can EarthTribe thrive again
by cooperative work and play with our conservative challenges
mental and physical
theological and ecological
spiritual and natural
secular and sacred
liberal healthy while conserving wealth
of deep learning democracy
for challenged diaspora solidarity.

I think about leaving the U.S.
especially in the last couple weeks,
and the last couple years,
now that I think of empty hearts and diamonds adulation
while never once mentioning darker promises
of clubs
and non-elite spades for burying our drowned
and burned
and shot.

This feels less and less like a healthy
safe
cooperative democracy for my wounded diaspora kids
to learn how to play WinWin games
rather than WinLose patriarchal lies
against the cultural wealth potential of equality
for matriarchal
WiseElder
ecofeminist
healthy RightBrain curious climates…

Inclusive of wounded,
voiceless,
brown-skinned children.

Precisely.
Me Too,
my Irish diaspora friend
sadly added,
thinking about her own adult children
increasingly uncomfortable about their distance
dissonance
and lack of hope in co-investment,
fading faith in loyalty to EarthTribe’s diaspora
cooperatively engaging our co-migrating selves.

But my own dad’s
and mom’s journey
began in the MidWest,
and their mom and dads came from Europe,
and their moms and dads
came from migrant EarthTribes
before carriages
and carts
and diaspora enabling wheels.

Where could we go
that could guarantee safe and healthy water,
regenerate soil,
fresh and liberally democratic conserving sanctuary,
bicamerally resonant consciousness,
robust ecological with theological WinWin culture,
cooperative egalitarian intent and design,
restorative justice,
peace for planet,
plants,
and people?

I assume that’s a rhetorical diaspora question.

She invited me to a potluck dinner
in her non-Irish home.

I continued my journey
into our migrant gathering sanctuary,
wondering about souls and wonder and imagination
before curious carriages
and courageous carts
and even simple wheels,
when horses and trees were our whispering neighbors
and prophets predicting healthy grass and water
satisfying next seven regenerations
of challenged children
hoping for their healthy chances
to become tomorrow’s WiseElder sanctuaries.

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