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Gifted Doorways

“Grief can be a doorway to love.”
Robin Wall Kimmerer, Braiding Sweetgrass

Grief can open toward gratitude
As loss can open doors to access gain

As trauma can open hearts
to therapeutic brains

As neglect can foster curious compassion

As depression
can incite active
co-empathic impressions

As double negative sociopathologies
can notice doorways
to positive psychologies

As double-binding
dualdark entropy
can open space
for positive double-binary energy strings
of co-empathic
multiculturing time

As isolating sadness
can open doors
to love’s transcendent gladness.

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Brass WindChimes

Brass windchimes
ring melodic time
backed up
and down,
back
and forth
by boisterous breeze voices
blowing somewhat more silent choices
below

Before benighted rejoice
reprise to rise
and fall
wounded fail
yet again

Melodious inside intentions
to ring true
love’s restoring stories
of local justice circling
dynamic spirals inside
looking resounding out
virally
conspiratorially
anticipating healthier life within
Mother’s sensual gusts

Overpowering peaceful chimes
global resting
arresting rhymes
with powerful enculturing space
enlightened green spring out times
up happy,
healthy

Driven by bountiful breeze
and this northbound tidal
grey-blue iconic river
flowing drifts back
and surging forth,

Downstream
yet again back up
in-between
indigenous natured out
spirits in

Chiming outside colonizing industrial windows
noticing
re-connecting stressful winds
and anxious tides
of not so well chimed
compassionate green change
loudly rang

While icecaps,
empowering South
and enlightening North,
silently
soundlessly
melt integrity’s just right divine
and humane left

Eastern Earth greets Western Sun
chiming resonant hospitality
of eco/theo-logical nurturers
nourishing brass rounds
of resighted
respited
holy sounds.

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When UnGifted

“A gift is different from something you buy, possessed of meaning outside its material boundaries. You never dishonor the gift.” Robin Wall Kimmerer

A social gift,
a gift for compassionate verbal
and nonverbal communication,
a healing gift,
is different from personal cash investment,

Possessed,
sometimes haunting, gifts
with sacred meaning
timelessly transcending
secular
egocentered
anthrosupremacist
monopolistic double standards,
double gifted/ungifted boundaries.

Healthy inter-religious
interdependent
creolizing polycultures
societies
nation-states
restorative justice systems
regenerative green peace networks,
never dishonor whole-sum gifts as tools for
and not weapons against

Trashed as ballast
for Great Straight White Father’s
unfortunately necessary wars,
originally sinful threats,
collateral human resource damage
of the also-rans
ungifted
unpowerful
disposable

Justified despite thereby losing environmental health
and losing active hope
for resiliently gifted human peace.

It is harder for an unstraight
unwhite
unmale nonbinary child
to emerge from genderphobia
feeling sensually gifted
neurosystemically cherished
wanted as is
than it is for a gifted matriarch
to sing and dance
feeling cherished
(and not marketed)
in transcendent eyes
of a God-needled gatekeeper.

A wounded gift
is different from some Thing
we try to buy
because multicultural integrity
is too high a climate health price
for Patriarchal
Corporate RedRight Capitalists
to stop hoarding Earth’s
Cooperative BountyCircled
Multiculturally Valued Gifts.

A sacred Blue/Green non-binary child gift
asks something of us
not quite so RightRed dominant
mishanding healthier non-binary sway
toward bicamerally balancing intelligence

Taoistic
Zeroistic
WinWin Game Theoretic
and Organic Systems Therapeutic
nonviolently gifted communicators,
green EarthTribe full-sensory educators,
ecofeminist theologians,
poetically prophetic ecologians,
compassionately multiculturally proficient
as not not gifted Positive You

Tipping straight up
as down dipolar gift appointed
Me/SystemicWe
multiculturally therapeutic
co-empathic resonance

PolyCultural EarthJustice resilience gifts
have always 1/0 binary DNA spiraled
through YangStrength/YintegralFlow

Sun enlightening/Earth empowering,
LeftGreen/RightBlue seasoned
red sky boundary reasons
for morning mourning warning
while red sky at night
dimly follows,
sailor’s gifted delight

East yintegrally dawns
on each cooperative living system
throughout Her resilient emergence
to this YangNow/YinHere
Speaking/Deep Listening
bipartisan healing opportunity

To reconnect
and reverse monoculturing powers
spoken in Yang v Yin competitive sexualized dissonance
transposed to sensory LeftGreen/RightRed
ultraviolet neurosensory confluence

Panentheistic
synergetic goddess senses
for regenerative religious gifts
and resonantly co-empathic
sensory-sexual win/win shifts
communed through health-systemic trust
in cooperative
pay back Earth forward thriving democracy

Built
developed
gifted
in cooperative win/win ownership
alternative economies
ecologies wherein those thriving
with the most nutritional value
in autumn’s harvest Earth-gift season
are those most generously delighted
to share next spring’s seeds
and nuts,

Roots
and winter’s roosting eggs
as widely gifted
and deeply co-invested
as possible

To reassure each gifted Other
that our intended wealthy climate
and personal ego healthcare chances
are way win/win way
better together
than win/lose ungifted
unwanted
unlovely drifting apart

Toward Lose/Lose nihilism,
ecopolitical genocide,
militantly RedRight fascist dominant
Whole EarthSystemic ecocide.

But, at least
no one will ever force RedRight you
to reconsider queers
and transexuals
and ecofeminist women
as if, just perhaps,
also sacred gifts

Or, at least not reconsider giftedness
of anyone you know was,
or is…

You know…
that OTHER wounded
ungifted
ungraced
curiously displaced

In MotherEarth’s healthy
regenerating gifted
Wealthy Life is Love Revival.

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When CoEmpathic

When I feel compassion
with my positive needs
for love
health
trust
safety,

When I feel compassion
for my negative fears
wounds
negative fortress wants
to overpower perceived threats
against my egocentric compromises
with ruthless capitalism,
soulless patriarchalism,
strategic genocide,
extractive ecocide,
smug and heartless anthrosupremacy,
aggressively diseased LeftBrain dominance
inside my ruminating self
as schizophrenically viral
outside Those Evil People
voices
without kind choices,

When I feel compassion
with my healthy integral potential
and for my pathological capacity
to do more harm
to further wound EarthTribal consciousness
to militarize my fearmongering
and angry repressive words,

When I feel compassion
as the guy who loves listening
to friends and family
excited about our multigenerational attachments
to multicolored
and fabulously gay designed
and exotically sexy fragrant flowers

Is also the coempathizing guy
who shares DNA
and bicameral neurosystemic flow structures
with Vladimir Putin
and those who voted for him,
with Adolph Hitler
and those who voted for him,
Donald Trump
and those who voted for him,
Mitch McConnell
and those who voted for his Party,
and possibly even Representative Marjorie Taylor Greene,
and those Georgians who voted for her
bad blond self-image

Which is decidedly not Green
in any feminist compassionate
organically cooperative
and co-empathically engaged way,
and means to truth
and healthy resilient life

Maybe,
as I have sometimes whispered,
not-green Greene is a toxic infestment
machine
planted by an alien aryan planet

When I feel compassion
what do I need?
want?
crave?

CoEmpathic cooperation
and healthy co-investment,
experiences of win/win strategic game playing,
celebrating our resonant
positive
social neurological systems
for restorative health
for cooperative
long-term
EarthTribe safety.

When I feel compassion
for my engaged side
AND my dark and ominous potential
to fail in my own indigenous
humane
natural/spiritual development potential,

Then I can at least laugh
with my own creative conspiracy theories
and against my own tragic Earth-destructive
Mutually Assured Destruction,
MADness that might take out humanity

Or,
even worse,
eradicate Earth’s wild
and domesticated flowers.

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Feeling Anxious

When I feel anxious,
threatened,
endangered by mortal loss
of an immortality
never organically promised
for perpetual pleasures of compassion,

When I feel anxious
aging toward permanent disability
before my Wise Elder fruition
returns to brain fog
from which I came
in embryonic form
and flow
and function,

When I feel anxious
about unmerited,
or,
even worse,
merited infamy
as my destiny
rather than fame
fortune
flowering time,
what do I need?
want?
crave for pleasure
purpose
practice
praxis
just protocol
performance
peace persistence
proper procedures,
and, perhaps,
sacred organic meaning?

When I feel anxious
do I need
deep verbal and non-verbal connections
to those who share a home
with still embodied me?

Do I want reconnections
with healthy neighbors
co-cultivating an intentional
conscious
aware
woke
win/win curiously active
healthy and safe
green eco-political community?
resiliently resonant communion?
co-passionate communication network?

Does my own internal RightHemisphere
need healthy and safe communion
while my own activist LeftHemisphere
wants to restore justice
through nonviolent communication
between multiculturally informed,
prescient win/win community mediators?

Do I seek fellow hearty
and healthy Me/We sighted
and cited
home-sited organizers?
committed, yet playful, musicians,
political poets,
cooperative co-investors
in healthy democracy
resilient
resonant
buoyant EarthTribe advocates
combining party lines
for win/win strategic thrival

When I feel anxious
do I also need
to solitary write
or sing and dance,
or hum
quietly alone
with no witness
but my own?

When feeling anxious
slowly turns
to considering curious anticipation
beyond dark dread,
must I always remain quite so shy?
about intimacy,
hesitant to publish internal dialogue
free of censoring
potentially consensual fear
about patriarchal capitalist
investments in LeftHemisphere
white privileged
straight male dominance
as the healthy-safe opposite
of conspiracy theories
and transcendently divine
dogmas justifying inhumane
punishments.

When I feel free
to anticipate
our safe and healthy
EarthTribe future,
do I seek
Polycultural Cooperative Investments?
formed by Elder Indigenous Mind,
panentheistically sacred memory
co-empathically robust
health speaking
nonverbally felt
deeply resilient
nutritious
deep nurturing
positive socio-psychological
eco-political
multiculturing wealth.

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When Lonely

When I’m feeling lonely
and anxious,
small and ineffective
against depression
descending like a brain fog bank

In this Elder moment,
I have grown faith
even this chronic dark veil
will withdraw,

Although
perhaps not as sure of when
as tomorrow’s fresh green/blue
worldview dawn

Naturally spirited dark nights
for ego embodied wounds
will recede again

When I’m feeling lonely
and anxious,
rather than healthy
good humored
and safe
with gratitude

For Earth’s panentheistic pleasures
win/win neurosensory practices,
whole-sum dialectical praxis
replete with paradigmatic
revolutionary creolization
musical recreations
across all nations
historically therapeutic
nonviolent communications

When I’m feeling anxious
and lonely,
I am wanting?
Needing what?

To feel healthy
and recognize my situation as factually
and fortunately safe
in some way?
I can say out loud
and take my Verbal Hemisphere dominant self
seriously
rather than speciously,
curiously
rather than furiously.

When I’m lonely
and fear depression’s
disenabling
and unenlightened fog,
am I needing to feel ego-compassion,
eco-systemic expansion?

To see Earth’s restorative health
within
balancing
Sun’s most resiliently revolutionary wealth,
without?

When feeling lonely
what do I most crave?

When feeling traumatized
wounded
internally divided
stuck
dissociated
cognitively/affectively dissonant,

Rather than bilaterally resonant
inside
as outside
deep polycultural revival
and widely
inclusively
multiculturally resilient

Is cooperative
eco-political correctness
what I need
for myself
and with all EarthTribe’s potential
Yang-full Yintegral flow?

Throughout healthy EarthSpace
and wealthy SunRevolving Time,
when feeling lonely,
what does my egobody need,
want,
most crave?

Deepest brave,
courageously transparent,
vulnerably curious way
to stay
safe and healthy
multigenerationally
and multiculturally
and polypathically
Yang monotheistic
and Yin panentheistic,

One full organic ZeroZone
and not, not empty polymathic
entirely
coldly
clinically theoretic.

When feeling anxious
I long for win/win robust anticipation

Gratitude
for a species
too win/lose comfortable
with VerbalHemisphere dominant genocide
and ecocidal ideations

While Elder Hemisphere wisdom
prominently celebrates
Spring rites of Yang fruitfulness
and Yintegral full flow flowering

Truth
and Beauty

Wholeness
and elegant holonic
co-relationships,
co-passion,
ego/eco-systemic Earth
Tribal green integrity

Synergy,
negentropy,
ergodically whole-sum
holonic win/win open
anticipating further enriching
green comforting energy.

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Surprising Elders

I wonder if there are Elders
wise
or more perennially surprised
who, looking back at their youth,
regret all their erotic time
invested in having peak
experiential sex,

And wish they had, instead,
done something, most anything,
more left brain dominant,
more theoretically
politically correct,
more economically prominent.

I so hope not.

Better off, I feel sure,
invested in abundant splatters of messy,
sometimes musical, health

Than overly divested
away from EarthTribe’s gloriously peaking race
carried away by abstemious matters
of more disciplined pace
for securing capital infested wealth.

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Seeking Assurance

I am sad
and need reassurance
this choice was not bad
at the time of searching
Home’s new-found voice,
and is not bad
now,
and will not be bad
and sad
in my shortening future.

Diminishing now
into year by year forecasts,
no longer this seventieth decade
by assured next decade
sensing less reassured choices
may matter no longer than month
by sad and glad
life insurance payment
month.

When will I seize
my last happy budding Spring?

Will I recognize Her
when She whole-sum comes
to spread Her good
choice
seeds?

I am mad
to have purchased
a distressed property condo
and need soothing
by a distressed New England
rusty industrial historic community
on a distressed EarthTribe continent
on a distressed Earth crust
wet with rising
and thickening
sickening salt water.

I need way more
regenerative EarthHealth
systemic reassurance

Some better organized cooperative ownership,
stewardship,
management,
organic gardening,
co-invested harvesting
multicultural
and polyculturally robust
nonviolent communication.

I need expanding green
ecofeminist bicameral network
reassurance
I won’t die alone and sad
distressed
traumatized
chronically stressed
clinically depressed
politically repressed
economically Patriarchal-Capitalist suppressed
into win/lose arguments
competitive consumer markets
retail sales
on formerly sacred offering plates.

I feel sad
Christianity
and Islam
and Judaism
are so often for sale
to the lowest
capital survivalist fear-mongerer,
monocultural anthro-supremacist,
anti-godly
StraightWhiteMale
historically royal privilegedest.

I feel bad
that nonviolent communication,
trusting in HealthyDemocracy dialogue
more than SicKleptocracy debate
to divide and separate,

That Compassion Deep Learning Therapy
is seldom applied
to Presidential Cooperative Dialogues,
to BiPartisan Green EcoPolicy Conventions
for healthiest international
continential
national
state
county
and/or local levels
of organizing our EarthTribe CoOperative Habitats,
organically co-invested
like any healthy regenerative body
property
mind
soul
nature
systemic antiracist spirit

Not quite so distressed
as this condominium association
I invested in last year
and foolishly graduated
into a successful election
to a kinda right wing
real estate fascist
clearly not green cooperative WOKE
executive board of toothless
so unsmiling
sad
mad
feeling bad
Patriarchal-Capitalist Directors

Expecting CondoMinions
to hold our breath
till cost-ineffective budgets
stop overheating
and exploding toward bankruptcy,

Systemically unravelling
while absentee owners
thoughtlessly protect their polished sharpened nails
admiring their gleaming hard right reach
toward God’s great individualistic inspiring destiny
in this RealProperty Land
where cash
and Straight White Patriarchs
are historically-correct
monoculturing Kings

Feeling climate casualty sad,

Needing reassurance
next year’s profits,
and preferably next quarter’s,
will continue to outpace
egregiously inflated
and taxed socialistic costs.

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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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Relationships I Hope For

I need clear blue rivers of life
to not always flow away from me,
in some direction
I can’t
or won’t
go right now.

I need green commitments to home
to feel mutually nurturing,
sheltering,
organic,
peaceful,
cooperatively engaging
in nonviolent communion,
co-passionate integrity
of sacred emergent space.

I need the sky
to not always feel grey,
dampening my curious natural spirits.
Instead,
I want to always imagine,
as needed,
as invited,
as if sun summoned,
a radiant blue sky
singing reflections
of invisible spinning stars
on the other
lighter side
of deepest icy winter’s
dense
dull
dark cloud bank
of settled in oppression.

I need rich black soil
to support my feet,
my nose,
my stomach,
green trees,
brightly colored plants
and amazing animated animals
giving back robust excretions,
reparations for past extractions,
borrowed co-investments
infesting EarthTribal
creolizing rich brown humus.

I need my rain-bowed neighbors
to notice
applaud
cheer
celebrate
when two elegantly athletic white swans
sensationally fly upstream
to hang out at our downtown harbor
where we eat
and drink,
rest
and float,
dream
and gloat,
on land
and sandy water,
at least side by side,
if not honking happy
swimming together.

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