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Integrity of Forests

Students enjoy a question
often wisely asked
especially of teachers
parents
and preachers
who seem not too often recall
curious younger learners,
deep listeners

If I must choose
which to trust,
your words without compliant
healthy resilient action,
OR your less mindful actions
not supported by your invocations
for divinely healing reactions,

Like telling your kids not to smoke
in-between stinky toxic puffs,

Which will have primary influence,
and which a wider and less deep
secondary smoke screen
of ambivalence
where we had hoped for integrity?

I question how to safely and astutely trust
a source of incompatible verbose
and poignant inaudible messages
brought by legs with feet,
arms with hands,
minds with hearts,
rooted nutritional systems
with sensory complex faces.

What primal communications
are most likely
to miss communion’s full
of grace potential?

Our more obvious EarthTribal point,
we deeply trust only Earth’s naturally
spirited resources,
healing advocates,
ecological green nurturing leaders,
indigenous species of integrity

Like trees
bushes
plants,
blessing soil
water
breezes in integral, sacred forests,
beautiful and true
trusted green
breeze in
and not relentlessly blue
breath out

Where healthy deeds
and safely consilient
brilliant
refulgent
resilient communications
are integral,
confluent,
in sync with humane
and divine local
through global
green EarthWealth care

For upright inaudible meaning
with downleft poetic purpose.

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Holy DisOrders

I suppose it is not for me to say

if I am truly,

holy polycultural,

if I have given sufficient sway and swag

to ecological and eco-normic We.

 

My redemptive measure,

merit follows permacultural design,

deep creation,

consumption balancing nutrient production standards,

decomposition harnonizing regenerating practice,

not polycultural perfection,

but permacultural Climax Community intention.

 

Life gardens.

Some are messy and richly fruitful,

riotously joyful,

revolutionary fertile.

Some are orderly marching

toward their own future’s demise.

 

Life gardens yang and yin,

out and inside

seeding back and forth across time’s life-death boundary,

if here now

then not here tomorrow

outside memories still incarnating,

forming and dysfunctioning,

decaying and recaying,

make-haying while Earth’s light shines bravely on

blending polycultured dreams

into gracefully encultured explication.

 

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