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Ecology of Music

Healthy ecological relationships
are climates easier to hear
when instruments use words
as tools, not weapons,
for planting and harvesting less fear,
for sensing emotions win/win harmonic
win/lose contested, competing for supremacy
of auditory,
predatory self-investment.

That said, and preferably sung,
ecological systems
like songs
are compositions,
richly resonant communications
in complerxly interdependent webs
not sustained through dissonant lose/lose walls

Of entropic silence,
abhorred absence of nurturing communion,
emotionally stifling structure,
full-bodied thirst for hearts absorbing minds
are preferred to sensory detachment,
failure to notice unvoiced climates
of epic sounds unnatural
dis-spirited
unlistening nonperformance,
unmused holocaust.

While win/win vocal music listening circles
are great places to therapeutically hear
Earth’s integral echoing potential,
love’s mutually-held ego-sadness and eco-gladness,
climates of ecological wealth,
inside as outside resonance,
outside as inside co-opportunity
through this environment
of mutually-sung
strong-hearted resilience.

With hope to sing another way
an Other focused day
and night
through ecology’s brightest voice
for regenerate light.

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Experiential Origins

When we lose access
to our most primal Other,
our EarthMother experience
dreamily following DNA’s developmental scripts,
original sacred scripture
of external habitats
becoming internal identities,

We lose not only our spiritual sense of security
but also our natural taste for liberty,
independence,
Freedom to go out from our well-conserved womb
and subsequent multiculturing habitats,
home-base to liberally spread seeds of compassion
as we have always known our purposed meaning,
natural-spirited DNA
unfolding and infolding identity.

When personal identity loses access
to natural sight
we can still hear internal spirit memories.

When we lose access
to natural taste
we can still feel ancient spirits in our starving stomachs,
in our insecure and unfree
and too secure and unliberated
and right enlightened integrating
creolizing
co-acclimating guts.

When we lose capacity
to touch organic nature
we can still feel internal integral spirits,
most without self-conscious voices,
perhaps a few with cries for liberty
and security
or death.

We can smell nature
to know which unseeable spirited winds
waft from which directions,
up and down
left and right
north and south
past and future generations
of light’s actively encultured hope, secure
and unfreedom in despair.

What we naturally lose
we organically incarnate DNA-integrity
gained so far
as individuals,
as species,
as multicultural becoming fragments
extending DNA-latticed families
tribes
living multi-generational laced-web systems,

Sometimes playing external nature with internal spirit Win to Win
for liberating compassion,
and sometimes playing sinister nature v spirit
secular outside v sacred inside detached win/lose
no longer actively securing and freeing enlightened restoration
of communal Truth and Beauty integrity;

DNA’s future health/wealth
timeless nurturing
original wombs and integral webs
co-revolving health-wealth thrival.

When we retain conscious attachment
to our primal Other,
and Her primal Others,
our EarthMother experience
originates sacred re-scriptures
speaking through nature
and listening through secure and freeing spirits
of cooperative DNA health development
ego/eco-identity.

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Between Heaven and Hell

Singers and dancers,
artists and writers,
philosophers and poets,
academics and health professionals,
parents and teachers,
actors and contemplatives,
grandparents and children,
live and die between Heaven and Hell.

Between Heaven’s interdependent sensory Enlightenment
and Hell’s individual secularized Industrious-Militant Revolutions

Pathology and sin result from severing healthy spiritual tools
for development
from degenerative denatured fake-wealth weapons
for destruction.

Heaven’s tools restore peace
where re-tooled weapons
without divine mercy
redistribute Hell’s sure-fire punishments.

Sacred tools,
like bicameral hearted minds,
were
and are
for hunting,
gathering
harvesting
cooking
serving
cleaning
recycling
composting
regathering,
impressing health-restoring FuturePowers.

Weapons were
and are
for killing
threatening
hating
condemning
judging
repressing
depressing
suppressing wealthy MultiGenerational Matriarchal FlowCycles.

Technological tools,
post industrial,
have evolved from
WorldWideWebs of Heaven
for cooperative social health information

Too often devolved into propaganda weapons
against WorldWideWalls for self-ghettoizing Hell
promulgating competitive anti-social disinformation.

Sacred tools, verbal and non-verbal,
derive from
and help build
heart-paths toward progressive liberties in love
and conserving equitable and responsible compassions.

Secularized weapons
contrive from
and help destroy
other paranoid
rabidly bipolar
mind pathologies.

Sacred tools serve immortal life.
Secular weapons serve up violent death.

Just as word choice
is the smallest detail
of communal win/win communication,

Weapon choice is the smallest
and also least cognitively wealthy, part
of commercial and residential conscious win/win choice-making
well-tooled
politically healthy
true-wealth conserving co-investment,

Articulating
incarnating
re-creating
sacred life evolving in-between
LeftBrain’s ideas of Heaven
and RightBrain’s experiences of Hell.

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ReAttachment Therapies

Dr. Sue Johnson,
developer of Emotionally Focused Therapy,
rooted in an Attachment Theory
that organic creatures live healthier
more robust
compassionate
and prosperous lives
when their original womb relationship
and earliest parent/child interdependence
is more warmly attached
and less coldly detached,
and certainly not absent,
stolen for social protection disservices,
lost,
threatened,
and/or strategically bombed,
abused,
and then chronic Industrious Revolution neglected.

This Emotionally Focused Therapy
is also RightBrain emotionally intelligent Attachment motivated
counter-cultural to LeftBrain dominant patriarchal history.

Where LeftBrain Yang
applauds heroic autonomous
strong and silent messiahs,
and/or aggressive and loud Terrorists,
Narcissists,
and infamously Victorious Colonizers;

RightBrain Yin
flows out Her polyphonic non-verbal calming webs
of healthy domestic-internal nutrition,
cooperative
nurturing
integral
synergetic mutual emotional intelligence, co-passioning
ego-inside and eco-outside therapies.

Such interdependent therapeutic environments,
climates, if you prefer,
are also invited by Permaculture Design
as contrasted with patriarchal AgriBusiness,
factoring,
fracking,
fragmenting,
fissioning,
fracturing degenerative monocultural strategies
which historically appear as if aggressive and violent colonizing threat
is only worth mentioning
if we identify with the HumusTribe
or disposable tree commodities
or most any resident of an undisturbed sweet grass meadow

Under a sunny June blue sky
with billowing white cumulus pillows
floating like great benign ships, unStated
gracefully presenting a fragrant breeze,
flowing with an invisible
yet enlivening
downstream destination,
promising to return again
one perfect every day.

Or, should I say,
Former resident
of now paved and exhausted meadows?

ReAttachment Therapies,
rooted in original parent/child healthy interdependent experience,
are also found between resilient adult couples
and calm, slow-grown eco-village communities
and good polycultural faith communities
like organic extended family farms,
left-brain Universalists also right-brain Unitarians,
and Quaker Meetings for Win/Win consensus-building,
and in Zen Buddhist orgies of silent sensual stillness,
and Taoist ecopolitical Tipping Pointers
toward more Yintegrity
for less Yangominous narcissistic mendacity,
as if mountains were even secularly possible
without sacred valleys,

More liberal left love
for less stingy “I got my personal fundamentalist religious rights” anger
and fear of multicultural spiritually co-attaching values
and hate for elitist theoretical powers

[either/or unbalancing disambiguous
both/and balancing ambiguity]

through bad-humored
punishing patriarchal god-icons

[and good-humored
healing matriarchal goddess-incarnations],

Bear economies
leaving us lazy squirrels
and too lame
and slow
and tame Turtle Islanders behind
to smell more than our fair share
of Loser toxic exhaust
where once blossomed meadowed flowers.

ReAttachmentTherapy
is sometimes called Restorative Justice
instead of Retributive Patriarchal Punishment,
Cooperative Win/Win Game role playing
instead of Capitalism’s Win/Lose racist colonizing work,
Communion
instead of invasive LeftBrain dominant sexist fragmentation.

ReAttachment Therapy
is sometimes called active love, polypathic
instead of absence of requited, co-redemptive compassion,
polyphonic
well-sung,
yang/yin yinyang redanced
through past and future meadows.

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Climate Work in RolePlay

I know this sounds like theater
of the absurd,
but I wonder if healthy role play
might be left-brain’s work ethic
inviting right-brain’s first and last impassioned word.

We might pretend our LeftWing
loves to play
irresponsibly back and forth repositioning
while RightWing
is crazy busy with win/lose economics
and disempowering politics
of arduous fragmentation,

Where God would paradise play
with roles of humane-divine
mutual infatuation,
cooperative ego-deferment
unto obsequious giggles
of “Oh no, you first.
I gracefully and divinely insist.”

AntiGod does hard vocational work
to teach pagan pilgrim players
and idle, irresponsible nature worshipers
to get back to harvesting souls
to be drained of daylight hours
manufacturing need and greed
to build our deadly war machines
and our ever higher and mightier towers
of anthro-hubris Babel.

Babel sounds like a healthier place to play
with natural sounds
and spiritual languages
for hide and seek with God
as scriptured, sure,
but also unscripted role play
between too autonomous to be realistic Egos
and too interdependent to be ungooey-theistic EcoLogicians.

I hear lose/lose ecopolitics
of hard work polarization
sounds dramatically absurd
while I continue to listen more imaginatively
to ego-eco
inside-outside
co-passioning play

Muse of RightWing stern capitalistic vocations
underplaying Win/Win co-arising
LeftWing wealthy health creations.

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Poetic License to Kill, or Heal, or Both

I recently read a politically incorrect prolific poet,
or so I thought at the time,
or more felt than thought,
more truthfully,
integrally,

Who said, If poetry is politically correct,
it cannot be poetry.

So, if he is politically correct
in this statement,
is he thereby also not a poet in good standing?

An enigma to which I respond,
If so, then politically incorrect messages
also cannot be poetic,
but tragically disempowering.

Meaning that poetry has power
to change how we feel,
and sometimes listen
and sometimes speak about our relationships.

What are political relationships
if not correctly co-empowering
and incorrectly fragmenting
and disempowering–
without healthy reason
and without wealthy rhyme.

But, now I see this poet’s concern more intentionally.
If a poet’s intent is merely political correctness,
orthodox dogma of some monoculturally dangerous variety,
with no faithful participation
in change,
in our ongoing collective integrity,
potentiating,
developing,
shifting
co-relational organic powers for healthy communicating minds
still hoping to feed and feel healthy bodies,
then wealthy empowerment
becoming metaphorically richer
on Earth’s universal meaning together,
not accessible by apartheid and absolute supremacy,
with synergetic beauty
become mere utilitarian truth,
LeftBrain propaganda
politically severed,
and thereby RightBrain incorrect.

WinWin bicameral therapeutic intent
is politically correct,
empowering,
as seen in narratives of healing
and epic poetry
of time’s co-relational passage
musing into Paradise/Hell
nutritionally/toxically becoming

Where time
celebrates/ignores rhyme
and natural seasons
speak with/without spiritual co-relational reasons.

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Nursing Home Rapper

In the multi-racial nursing home
to bent and broken bodies
in broken bent back wheelchairs
longing to free roam,
said the black lives matter rapper:

When your woman leaves you,
and your man is gone
without a reason
or a fare thee swell season,
Getting mad at life
ain’t so deadly wrong

You go ahead!
Let’s get angry.
That’s your right.
Let’s swing this fight!

Take your meds,
the ones prescribed
And not those others
Steal your might.

Eat something right
and drink your water,
Go on outside
and play spin the bottle
and see some sight
that helps you maybe feel more right.

Find your music.
Tunes long tried
You’ve memorized
Until they had to die inside.

And when you’re tired
you sleep,
Take a nap
Join those voices
heard long gone before,
Who never knew
you lost most choices

To want to wait,
to stay awake.
Don’t want to miss
what might not happen
without your last blessed kiss.

But don’t worry
We got this,
what you’ve not yet used up

It’s not a lot
but I promise you
Although we’re young
and only think we’re smart,
We’ll do our best,
We’ll take our part

To forward march
to your grandkids
at least as much
as you’ve left us,
a little parched.

That ain’t much
but it’s my promise
To share your music,
To take our rest
when it’s our time
to worry less
about who sleep takes
than who’s just pretending
to stay wide awake
for further mending.

You go ahead!
Let’s not get hungry
We’re inside right,
so let’s end this trite
and tired unsightly
RightWing fight!

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Black Life Shatters

My oldest son,
one of the few Earth-mattering
Earth-shattering
Black lives
I was made to protect
to guide
by eco-righteous WinWin acts
and co-passioning words,

Felt, and therefore was, disempowered,
worthless,
like helpless prey among predators
who listen to the same rap,
same urban Earth writes,
same multicultural performances,
When a gun was dispassionately pointed at his head.

This was only tangentially about an economic exchange
primal, personally and politically, targeted.

He felt violated,
and threatened,
already home and identity invaded,
when forced to hand over his car keys,
and the back door
and front door
keys to his home.

He knows these guys,
where to find them on Facebook,
at the casino,
in the dance and rap clubs
where he invested
infested
while still in high school.

Urban night school, unEarthly,
earthy
darkly sensual.

He does not know where to find them in church.
Gospel music is for grandmothers.
Liturgical dance,
sacred rituals,
are for outside romance
on warm wet wombed erotic nights.

He felt naked
exposed
terrified when they demanded his last dime.

This is his biggest and baddest bully,
his most deeply echoing “LOSER!”
His darkest dirge
speaking of suicidal revenge.

Or prison,
where Earth’s great white patriarchal State,
will put a gun to his head
and force him to remove his clothes
and bend over
to assume the even more lost position,

Raped of any future hope
to rest outdoors
after an ecstatic liturgical dance
under a romantic full moon
rapping
and dancing
ultra-violet variations
on a warm wet wombed
bright delight.
Not So Bright Delight

You talk our talk
like Black Lives Matter,
but you walk your own walk
as Black lives shatter,
Brown lives stutter,
Green lives splinter.

What’s a-matter?

You want to want
all lives to splatter?
Might hear to hear
RealTalk ain’t chatter,

You eat to eat
friends heads on platters.
We taste to see
your fake get fatter.

Your act is tired.
Your allies scatter.
You need to feed
on guns’ disaster.

Come on now, Felix,
What’s a-matter?
Where’s your commitment
to Black Lives Matter?

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Touching With Kindness

Some parents and cooperative school teachers
and classroom and bus aides and drivers
are discussing government regulations
restraining transportation providers
from providing therapeutic touch,
because of an over-compensation
for emotional dysfunction behaviors
leading to appallingly irreverent touch.

Toxic touch critical events
predict long-term non-lifegiving,
non-wellbeing consequences
in young
vulnerable,
transparently frustrated learners

Typically,
healthily born with WinWin internal/external co-relational cognitive assumptions,
confluent expectations,
positive neural receptivity is therapeutic
while negative interceptions are toxic,
pathological.

We discuss our unhappiness
about current administrative restraints
on giving healthy therapeutic touch,
but no such caring restrictions apply
to receiving healthy
appropriate
therapeutic touch
from our wounded,
Win/Lose fragile,
fragmented,
cognitive-affective dissonant disarranged
kids.

We seem to be heading in a direction
that would more positively hypothesize,
Despite past risks of exposure to toxic touch,
and apathetic untouch,
we do not want to restrain therapeutic touch
with our arms and hands,
our feet walking and dancing in cooperative solidarity,
stepping out rhythmically, together
with our voices of kindness,
mouths speaking and singing
with ringing patterns of kindness,

Integrity fully-embodied
to support resilient WinWin therapeutic touch relationships.

One of my daughter’s school transportation providers
learned therapeutic massage from a yogi,
Who began their first hands-on learning class
by reassuring those about to receive a student’s touch,
and those about to give their first intentionally focused massage,
that there is only one mistaken choice to avoid,

Massage, any form of verbal or non-verbal touch,
turns from therapeutic default
through toxic abandonment of communication, untouched apathetic restraint,
and also when too aggressive, much more so when actively violent,

Toxins,
nonverbally and/or verbally non-communicating counter-therapies
are Win/Lose neural neglect,
lack of therapeutic mindfulness,
to not touch by therapeutic intent at all,
whether with our WinWin intending hands
or solidarity voices
or any other of Earth’s neural receiving and giving
eco-therapeutic receptors.

So, I remind my daughter
of what the yogi message therapist said,
We only want to touch with kindness,
With our hands
and with our voices,
with our preferably dancing bodies
and our more therapeutically singing mouths
and signing hands
and signaling feet.

Her transport team listens,
laughs,
maybe a touch more relaxed
about possibilities for therapeutic WinWin touching
wounded Win/Lose dis-encultured students
on their often too-neglected journeys
in well-being life-skills
for enhancing healthy wealth resilience.

While us caregiving adults
continue to cooperatively talk without touching
among our comparatively privileged selves.

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Dear Ivy

Dear Ivy,

I am sorry we did not receive even just a moment to say goodbye
and thank you to each other
for all those school bus rides we took together,
you in your harness,
and me in my wonder
about what’s coming next
from your talking head
to mine.

It is time for me to move on
to another student,
but I am happy to leave you in Miss Josie’s care.

I know she will enjoy your time
invested in each other,

Listening and taking turns speaking kindly with each other,
Singing and maybe even a little dancing together,
reading and drawing as light and bumps allow.

Maybe you can teach each other
some new KnockKnock jokes.

KnockKnock.
Who’s there?
Sandi.
Sandy who?
Sandy sandwiches
are not good for you.

KnockKnock.
Who’s there?
Josie.
Josie who?
Jo see for yourself,
Open the door!

I am grateful to have so many silly and lovely memories
of you
to take with me.

And, the greatest farewell gift you could give me
is your reassurance
that these same warm and happy memories
of us
are what you will carry with you
throughout your great adventurous journey
into well-being.

Warmly yours,

Sandi

Sandi who?
Sandy snacks
are not so good for you.

Note:

My behaviorally disordered ADHD and fetal alcoholic daughter, with abandonment issues and deep-seeded food anxiety issues, suddenly lost her long-standing school bus aide, probably to compassion burn-out.  Ivy can be a profound motivator of impatience in those around her, even with deep and widely developed caregiving and receiving skills. This is the farewell that I think Ivy would have found more therapeutic than the isolating complexities of disappearance without explanation or expressed gratitude for what did co-relationally work for so long.

To be clear, not saying goodbye was an administrative decision from above; not what Ivy’s aide wanted for herself or for Ivy.

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