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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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Inside Voices

Why do I need to keep all my inside voices
speaking nicely with each other?
Expressing positive attitude,
gratitude for grace
and curious outdoor opportunity
feels much too positive to me.

It’s a robust Ego requirement,
An inside health and safety regulation.

That sounds like a federated government requirement
to open the door
so outside voices can tell me how to be grateful
for their underwhelming help.

Exactly.

OK. That is sooo inside only useless
lack of information.
What I’m trying to ask
is WHY are interdependent and resilient ecotherapeutic voices
an Ego-governing requirement?

Because this is a health democracy,
not a chaos anarchy,
which requires not feeding and watering
your elitist inside pathologies,
anti-matriarchal
and racist
and generally xenophobic through germaphobic
deep dark isolating
unsustainable fear
and anger
and active distrusting Voices.

That may be left and all right
but I never meant to take inside or outside voices all that seriously
or to hurt hurting green people
or sacred animals
or plants
with Them,
except maybe the mosquitoes and the weeds.

It may be that elitist human ego attitudes
have more in common with blood-sucking
parasitic
swarming mosquitoes,
and wealth-extracting
monocultural weed patches
of run-away overpopulated lack
of viably balanced consumer/producer economies
and ecotherapies
than any of the other insects
and edible and more ornamentally beautiful-voiced plants.

You make Egos and government regulators
sound like an infested parasitic thing.

Not at all my intent.
These are,
at our best,
cooperative health facilitators.
Allies of all our multiculturing inside voices
singing therapeutically enriching harmonies
danced with full mindbody resilience
all across Earth’s reforesting
healing skin.

Why, again, do we want to hear all our outside voices
speaking cooperatively with each other?
Taking slow-grown peaceful turns
singing and dancing in multicultural grace

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InDoorVoices, OutSide ComPassions

On this desecrating Earth
Nature’s BusinessAsUsual
is industriously
and perversely
secluded from Spirit–
naturality from spirituality,
climate health/pathology from internal weather events,
humane hope for health from divine faith in eternal wealth,

In our profane wealth-hoarding EgoGame,
short-term fatuous Win/Lose natural strategies
are loss-postponing futile dispiriting armaments,
empty entertainments,
pretend preoccupations designed to magically protect
against longer-term biological rotting death

Each Sacred Organic Dignity’s
inevitably stalking Loss of identifiable Life–
Loss of active hope for sacred Truths
Hidden within secular Beauty
or even experiential health-optimizing WinWin Ways
to everyday continue multi-regenerationally wealth
creative curiously courageous camouflage cooperative
Thriving.

In a secular-languaged
LeftBrain dominant culture,
sapien and RightBrain WiseElder,
Natural experience reminds us
to become profoundly grateful
Ego death’s natural outcomes
are predicated on input
experienced within spiritual EcoLife
EcoLogical Truth
Green Environmental hidden byways
matriarchally cooperative

Natural/Spiritual CoOwnership
of WinWin global through Ego aspirations,
attractions,
interests,
curiosities
timelesssly regenerating healthy/wealthy
nurturing and nutritional and nuanced Life
hiding Ego/EcoLogical Truths in plain relational loving light,
Left/Right bilateral short-
through long-term
timeless omnipresent Ways.

LeftBrain deductive secular Ego maps
of DNA Right BrainStemmed Rooted Healthy Wealth
sacred historically resilient
EcoTerritory–
hiding and dividing
inviting and revolutioning
LeftBrain’s
hidden undomesticated SpiritVoices
heard happiest from OutDoor Natural ReSources–
DNA resilient
health/wealth bilaterally resonant RealTime–
notnot ZeroSum Prime DiPolar Rooted
in CommonGround Light
CoOperative AnimaMundi Truths, MultiCultural.

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When Your Voices Stop

When your voices stop
does the music stop, too?
When your voices stop
can you hear stars sing
inside,
do you resonate star song,
too?

When our WinLose investments stop
does our WinWin comic co-opera begin,
too?

When our WinWin cooperative investments flow
do our climatic transition outcomes
ease on down a more globally polycultural Golden Rulish kinda’
Road?

When you step outside at night
plant yourself on Earth
look up at sparkling shared starlight,
can you hear star songs echoing inside,
as outside?

When you step outside at night
and the voices stop
can you hear their resonating understory,
variations on time’s revolving scales,
can you hear more clearly
what has become you all along,
star song memories
in dancing liturgical light.

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Schizoid Polypath

Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving

as Right-hemispheric dominant bipolarity

living in a stress-filled ecosystem

of dismaying relationships

with human natural systems,

family and those other aliens.

 

Now imagine paranoid behavior’s function

finds an entirely natural schizophrenic response

to an abusive

marginalizing

institutionalizing cultural reaction against madness.

 

We used to call less paranoid bipolarity

shamans and prophets,

witches and medicine men,

wizards and sages

and wise old crones,

messiahs and wise men,

mystics and hermits

pot heads and opium addicts.

 

Now we call such mediums

schizophrenic and really nothing more,

other than paranoid, of course.

We fail to remember that paranoia

is not

if “they” really have decided you are merely insane,

without any cultural value or merit.

For hyper-curious bipolarity,

a constantly stressing threat

of perpetual solitary confinement,

followed by voices screaming prophecies of doom.

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