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Dearest Cooperative Ego

When Oliver dropped out of high school, after his sophomore year, he went to UConn. We never understood why, other than the obvious, that the main campus was our back yard, and he didn’t like to drive, or use toilets outside our home.

He thought the whole academic degree industry was suspiciously rooted in Win-Lose Game Theory assumptions, which didn’t necessarily have to be true if we would all just wake up some morning and decide to go with Win-Win instead. Even so, he sailed through his GED exams and then spent over a year deciding whether to take some classes at UConn, or just continue writing prose and lyrics and gaming on-line with his intercontinental team, with a representative from each populated continent except Africa–an exception that he found not just irritating but actually embarrassing.

About the time he was deciding not to go back for his junior year, Oliver shared his “Dear Ego” letter with me. We were both surprised, I think, because he almost never wanted me to read his work, or play, as he preferred to think of it. But, this one he correctly thought I would find helpful:

Dear Ego

Please notice that “evil” is not only “live” spelled backwards, but it also is backward, or the reverse of, healthy living.

You do your evil, not-live, acts to test me, to learn justice, when you are wise enough to listen to our eco-logical response.

You evil out of ignoring y/our larger interdependent identity, to discover your individual and collective responsibilities, potential integrity, how and when and whom both live and not-live choices coalesce and differentiate.

Evil is about what and whom we don’t do and become that we could do, we could become, with sufficient power, individually and collectively.

You do not do evil to learn the causes and effects of generosity, to uncover our individual v. collective accountability for gratitude, for mutual redemption.

You both do and do not evil to mutually mentor fair balance of redemptive generosity, mercy, kindness, giving care, nurturing; to evolve Us, your SuperEco Co-Intelligence, to proactively practice peaceful resolutions, love’s fully inclusive resonance through time’s healing, synergy’s revolution.

You and I deliver this not-live evil of climatic competitive transactions, relationships,to spring loose love’s cooperative Boddhisatva Occupation of Earth’s eco-logically harmonious co-arising habitat.

Namaste my Beloved Sub-Climaxing Community.

Your Left-Hand Dominant Right Brain,

SuperEco Elder

 

I don’t know if this was a suicide note, or why I found this copy in front of his cold not-living, but still generously beautiful, body. It’s not even clear to me that Oliver’s death was a suicide, at least not as we usually understand this violence and sadness and despair against one’s future.

The medical examiner said he had never seen anything like it, although he had read an account of a chronically depressed dolphin living in captivity, who signed farewell to a favorite caregiver and then simply stopped inhaling air. Apparently that’s what Oliver did, or chose to not do anymore.

I miss Oliver’s deep beauty, his humor, brilliant integrity, even his profound sadness about our climatic disarray, our chronic insufficiency of loving the cooperative juice of eco-logical health flowing through his veins and neural system.

How I wish that I could redeem his not-live lack of healthy loving environment enough to persuade him to take in one more breath. But, Oliver was always like that. Not confidant that he deserved to breathe the polluted air he inherited from me, from us, from our choices.

I wish we had planted trees together. It was lonely planting that weeping willow in the ashes of his cooperative evil choice.

 

 

 

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Cosmic Climax

It’s much too close in here
for loneliness,
or companionship.

Either way,
I grow too small
non-existential
non-essential
undervalued and insufficient commodity,
just another over-populating parasite
underneath Earth’s glamorous backside;

Suppressed incubator within a more integrating place
of language
and full-octaned relationship toward
outside somewhere, marginally surfing
flowing endosymbiotic omni-nutritional fluid
umbilical corded string
for receiving ever more formative function
energetic unction
massive combustion
rebirthing my new Elder synergetic IdEntity
through diastolic Ego-recession,
contracting unrhymed rhythm
of fear of fear of fear…
Double-Binding negative threshold
toward diastatic Eco-LoveChild prehension;
echoing across dia-developing hemispheres,
inter-wombed regenetic too slow and tight economy
creating EarthTribe’s Beloved Ecology
of paradise boundaried with pain,
longing reconnected within universal belonging,
being primally related through
RNA’s coincidental Hollow Womb,
Earth’s self-optimizing cornucopian abundance
revolutioning joyful grace,
redemptive polycoloring place,
regenerate revolving Memory time
as love-drenched Mother’s space.

Ambidextrous-ionic amniotic fluid,
Janus-faced dual destined

to internally bring forth new life
by purge erupting each metamorphic fertile sac,

draining past generations
into future’s new-born hope,

to emerge a womb with sufficient empathic communication
to compassion Earth’s warm-roomed community;

reconnecting humane nature’s transactional economics
with sacred nature’s transcendent ecologics–

Great Transition deducing permacultured functions
inducing biologic forms of regenetic polyculture.

We’re much too close for racing loneliness,
at loooong sloooow last,
our time to become Beloved together.

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Turtle Island Tree

My grandparents’ grandparents,

all sixteen, digging, rooting cultural meristems and caps,

young adults, adolescents during our 1880s,

post Civil War.

What would we name this self-hatred,

this lack of compassion and gratitude

for human nature’s lavish wealth of diversity?

The internal war,

opening history’s gate to tell new stories

of learning civility,

Basic Positive Attendance,

passionate open minds and systems

racing toward freedom from fears

of cultural and languaged differences,

freedom to fear that only light skinned Europeans

were fully human natural,

freedom for growing toward our multiracial abundance.

Pushing rocks, or even through them,

skirting obstacles,

scouting tendrils,

entirely unaware that each was part of many,

reach toward deep ecology, mineral water,

interpenetrating Earth’s negentropic neural network

of nailed gnarled tips,

shepherding diastolic capillaries

rooting down and in, conjoining Earth’s heart.

 

My grandparents,

all four introducing our 1920’s

Zone of Elongation

gorging newly opened borders

spilling into speak-easy Enlightenment,

reconnecting to global roots

back to Europe and Asia and Africa,

mysteries of Middle Eastern religious diversity

still pouring through our DNA

soaking up like Yang-submerged hydraulic jacks

of mystical romance

swimming in melting pots of sub-cultural chauvinism,

adolescent freedom faith in

absolute faith of freedom,

with national pride growing competitively long

chauvinist economics

of wet wealth’s drowning inflation

marched blindly toward a natural systemic scale.

 

My generation,

the long hairs of the 1960s

sprouting out a New Cooperative Age vision,

a collective hazy pilgrimage,

from Vietnam through women’s racial riot,

forty years of wandering,

slow dehydration in our emergent ecologic desert

of cultural despair.

Peace and free love,

our call to rebellious alarms

soaking up dissonant wild wisdom

spinning and spreading across and up

toward a zero-sum cooperative economic theory

of abundant information networks

exchanging skills and stories,

a newly polycultured red dawn.

Long hair magnets attract permacultured shamans

prehending information’s balanced polynomial string theory,

a (0) smooth-structured soul food

sustaining absorbent cultural advent,

a limber prescient taproot

through this Trans-Millennial Generation.

 

Equitable peace with inclusive justice,

love and synergy,

compassion and right mindfulness,

permacultured orthopraxis,

transpecies expressed,

predicated within our grandchildren’s generation.

Transcendent information and communication

networks flying, echoing, reiterating,

crowd-sourcing ecological sap

dreamed with longing tears by long-haired elders.

Each bi-generation reincarnating nature’s root system

of positive teleological hope for this taproot

now emerging into cultural consciousness

a spring, a sprout, a twig,

a precocious trunk promising branches

with cooperating productive leaves

and richly pollinated organic flowers

flowing with glorious gratefully incarnated diversity,

our Tree of Life full bloom,

now finally Self-Aware,

grateful for history’s nutrient roots,

paradise shared with birds and worms

sun and water and air

breathing and beating

our forceful steady stream of dreamy swimming

Yes!

At last, at last,

We share our InformNational Dream,

full moon beams rapturing Gaia’s radiant dark skin.

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