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Eyes of a Dying Wolf

I looked through the eyes of a dying wolf
to see fires flaming out our horizon
as long as this wild wolf had seen.

He saw a time
when seizures
were currencies of sorcerors,
shamen and shawomen
born of supremely loving matriarchs.

Seizure medicine knew its own advent
echoing sources speaking dreams of manna geese
flying home for our first through last
Win/Win Thanksgiving Day
through fire extinguishing night.

Thanksgiving Peace Dreams
after fires and erupting volcanoing
seizures,
and also before peace dreams of hope-fired relationships,
responsible as authoritative Win/Win faith,
respect for powers of multiculturing love
over monoculturing fears
of fires for volcanoed hate
of gun-fires flaming out horizons.

I looked through the eyes of a not yet dead wolf
to see fires of restorative justice
for Thanksgiving Days and Nights of Peace
sweeping all Win/Win full-fired horizons
of Wonder as Sacred Flaming Awe.

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Slice and Dicey EcoFeminists

We could invite many ways
to slice and dice the prism
EcoFeminist.

I first ran into this label
when spoken by a sexual advocate
in the early 70s
at the University of Michigan,
from the mouth of a transgendering ecofeminist
who felt more matriotic about land and people and plants
than patriotic about a nation and state
whose laws,
and the paternalistic parents of those laws,
declare s/he had no right to exist,
certainly not propogate.
No right to love
whom s/he loved
in her proud
and loyal
and honorable
and grateful ecofeminist way.

I can more dimly hear ecofeminist
as an ecologist
who happens to also be a feminist,
but this lacks sufficient resonance and resolution for me.

I can hear ecofeminist
as feminist
who also happens to know about her/his natural environment
and yet this planet inspires feelings of fertile interdependence
as healthy
and would better expire laws of nature
devoid of wealthy co-relationship,
wherein human nature
stands godlike patriarchal and supremely above
our agribusinesses of generic commodified nature
to declare humane wealth
measured only by this quarter’s productivity
intended to leave all fields and forests and oceans barren
before moving on
to our next hostile ecopolitical takeover.

To me,
fully articulating my ecofeminist heart and mind
cannot separate this scientist of Earth’s biosystems
from our fertile-loving nurturance of health,
our most abundant echoing and regenerating cross-trained selves.

EcoFeminists
fade and fail when personal health outcomes
are depoliticized from national and international lands and oceans,
as well as removed from local and bioregional wealth production,
without co-balancing healthy educational consumption.

Feminist ecologists
abundantly cooperatize, optimize,
when personal health ownership reflects our land and water,
fire and wind wealth of ecosystemic
economic
co-investing balance.

EcoFeminists
are radical cooperativists,
singers and dancers and self-entertainers,
planters as harvesters,
birthers before butcherers,
listeners before performers,
speakers
doers
seekers
learners and educators,
parents and mentors,
because this is who we were all born to become
to-gathering ecofeminists.

Our schools,
from preK through post-doctorate,
technical conservation through liberal arts and entertainment,
real estate through real organic wealth,
would each and all do a better job together
of nurturing and growing
and provisioning and providing ecofeminist leaders
if educational curricula
were more permaculturally designed
with ecofeminist divas in the rooms
and in the fields,
and on the seas and rivers,
and not so over infested with unnatural lawyers
who believe our vocations
are to settle for Win some secular health
by losing some sacred wealth,
to teach us why we must not healthy do
as we would most wealthily,
holistically,
cooperatively,
sacredly prefer.

I want to think and feel as a grateful ecofeminist of grace
at school
and church
and mosque
and voting booth
for whom health and wealth
smell and feel and talk together
like Yin reweaving Yang
in co-ecofeminist solidarity,
deep learning regenerations
of (0)Sum
WinWin producing YangSpace
as also consuming Yin PrismedTime.
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Neither ecofeminist educators
nor prisms
could wisely argue
about which lens is most correctly primal
or (0)-prime best.

Healthiest is cooperatively wealthiest
with us all holonic,
Yang sending as Yin receiving
simultaneously WinWin.

Which is the Greatest God of All?
disputes do not emerge from prisms,
rather prisons and schools
and bad faith communities
and fake news communications
of retributive WinLose monopolies
devolving toward LoseLose anti-systemic theories
and nihilistic hypotheses
filling in
until our return to restorative mercies and joys
conjoining EcoFeminist Gaian Principles and Procedures
toward more polyculturing prismatic outcomes
of deep
and rich
and wide nutrition,
health optimizing wealth,
planting seeds of wisdom as we have always eco-harvested.

 

 

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Secret Lives of Shame

We could speak together,
Decry rabid violence of chronically stressed kids
and young adults acting like kids,
apparently regardless of income or race;
perhaps not of enculturation.

Feeling claustrophobic,
anxious about an unpromising competitive future,
drowning in inch-deep and narrow-specialized peer and mentoring relationships,
without therapeutic merit, or even intent;
these are commonly anticipated
in overpopulating species,
whether RNA-regenerate plants
or DNA-endowed with language and memory
about consuming and producing re-investments in people
meeting them at their diverse seasonal stages of development.

In the Secret Life of Trees
we discover MotherTrees nurturing their vulnerable saplings
in ways that balance natural nurturance with ecosystemic culling
to optimize Her ForestTribe’s ecopolitical balance and harmony
of organic thrival function.

Saplings born in poor rocky soil,
where MotherTree must choose optimal light and water for all,
not just through Her sapling’s young adult maturation,
but also their capacity to raise their own healthywealth
grandbaby saplings,
The poorly sited sapling
is ecologically abandoned too soon,
re-joining Earth’s reforesting skin
of Sacred Ecology,
holonic RNA and DNA decompositions,
preparing Time’s regenerative composting entropic mid-way.

Abortion,
in response to ecopolitical feelings of overpopulation
and under-whelming future resource prospects,
bears this resemblance to culling out weak futures,
typical of rabid chronically stressed populations,
especially young adults,
younger MotherTrees,
not yet ready to provide sufficient shade
and light,
water and vitality,
regenerative future potential
for Seven ReGenerations.

But,
abortion here in secret lives of Trees
is not a hidden or shameful loss
and lack of respect for sacred polyculturing
reforesting ecosystemic life vocations,
but more of a neighborhood forest decision,
a loss to MotherTree
and to struggling Sapling
to be reborn as compost
refueling Sacred Earth’s cooperative ecopolitical root systems,
RNA landscapes
for future DNA-sensed,
and spoken,
healthier climate times,
not quite so post-millennially overpopulated
with chronic adolescent and young adult messages,
You are neither economically needed
nor politically wanted
nor ecologically even probable.
Somehow lost in WinLose
cognitive-affective dualdark dissonance
about aborting culling futures of neglect,
and even violent abuse,
and the ultimate eclipse of ego/eco,
Left with Right,
Yang with Yin,
re-alignment of (0)-Soul.

Human nature has uncovered many abortive culling tools.
Some of these engage scalpels and chemicals,
but much more popular
and accessible
are guns and knives
and nationalistic guaranteed and warrantied wars,
paranoid official and unofficial militias of Rifle Associations
and race and culture and nature and spirit Elitisms,
profoundly active distrusts
of Sacred WinWin Ecological Wisdom.

I have no active faith and trust,
that if we each responded to our on-line friends
and followers
and allies
the way we don’t respond to our RealTime families
and neighbors
and people we don’t really know
for whatever distancing reasons,
we would have a better, more cooperative, on-line time
of regenerative laughter and mutual trusting regard.

I would expect instead,
in face of isolating shaming and blaming experience,
our VirtualTime environments would decompose any remaining vulnerabilities
into monoculturing rabid chronic paranoia
of stressed-out-sourced indigestion
into further domestic RealTime chaos,
Business As ClimatePathology Usual.

Abortions by matriarchal benign neglect
may be as old as MotherTrees,
but culling marginal populations through elitist patriarchal abuse
appears to be a more recent shame and blame
DNA-inspired monoculturing decomposition
within uber-elitist inhumane populations,
root systems no longer playing WinWin reforestation.

We could speak and listen together.
We could also sing and dance
and walk and reweave root systemically together
without racing and enslaving and over-competing against
each other person and plant and forest,
to reforest Earth’s WinWin PolyPhonic Paradise.

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Lady Liberty Speaks

It should be harder,
and perhaps it could,
to not be known
and recognized
and to not find icons of and for gratitude
throughout my everyday.

The forbidden fruit
of Trees for Life and against Death
living in peaceful forests of Good and NotNot Evil,
grows both political trust and mistrust
between brothers and sisters,
parents and children,
grandparents and parents,
Elder religious cultures
and younger secular national-states;
Fruits of our individual
and collective
polyculturally regenerate sources of free nutrition,
domestic and outlying climates of health
rather than too Yang competitive
LeftBrain played-out
Either-Or business as usual,
God made might right
in a long-fat dog eats
and enslaves
and buys and sells,
inferior alien marginalized bitches world,
witches with glitches,
social switches for disloyal snitches.

My issue with being relatively ignored
and taken for granted
by employees and employers,
by parents and our kids,
by leaders and their ideological followers,
is less about being treated like a post-menopausal bitch,
and more abut how polyculturally significant
to both history and herstory
have been post-menopausal bitches,
dragging queens.

It is our marginalized wisdom
and sha-woman Creation Stories,
myths and legends,
mythos with logos,
our Sacred Ecology
of which Eden was originally composed
a matriarchal-patriarchal Paradise
special made for everyone
from Virgin Forests
through post-men-o-pausal Bitches,
witches with wicked wisdom,
liberating truths of polycultural Earth intent
more gloriously statuesque than any fading
nationalistic
patriarchal monoculturism.

It could be harder
and even meaner,
narrower
and more enslaving
through repressive monocultural anthro-supremacy,
to become known
and celebrated
in icons and ions of dynamic balance,
harmonies of kinder words
for those with embryonic
reweaving collateral of memories
within our Original Tree of Good and NotNot Evil
Bitch
of and function-formed crystal-clear resonant harmonies
of fruitful free nutrition
in Eden’s Great Transition
for Trees of HealthyLife
and against equating sometimes bitchy RightBrain Yin
with dualdark Death.

It should be easier
to be known by knowing others,
to be loved by loving others,
to be freed by freeing others
to become more egoLeft-ecoRight balanced
by balancing our bicameral Lefts and Rights
with others,
polyculturally grateful,
rather than against others,
with monoculturing
nationalistic
elitest intent.

It should be easier
to be loved
for Bodhisattva Bitches
that we are together
a badge of matriarchal courage
to matriotically embrace optimizing WinWin outcomes
for all Earth’s creatures
Yang long and fat
and Yin-bitch small yet resonant.

It could be easier
if Trees of Good and NotNot Evil
did not insist
on being such a Bitch,
and could polyculturally
and polypathically
and polyphonically
and polynomial relationally
intertwine Gaian Hypotheses;
the GoodWitch regenerative words
which sometimes feel and act like witch-hunters
against an Anthro population
still working out important differences
and climate issues
about what is healthy harvest
and what is just plain
old-fashioned
monoculturing rape.

Lady Liberty speaks matriotism
to compassion worn-out patriots,
it’s not just me
against you.

It should be harder,
and perhaps it could,
to not be known
and recognized
and celebrated as icons of mutual gratitude
throughout our everyday.

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Aging in a Deeper Place

As I age
the formerly wide chasm between ecstasy and despair
grows narrower,
deeper.

I had not thought this an attribute of maturation,
quite the contrary,
but perhaps an aging crevice,
a thinning fracture
between played-out manic bliss, over-extended harvest,
and depression
nondually faces two extremes
of positive major chords and keys
with negative minor tensions
searching for each other out and in,
become too vocal, focal
looking for tacit evidence
apposition yet lives
on another side
of this darkening
enlightening
divide.

Dr. Jeckyll’s confluence
redeeming Mr. Hyde’s dissonance
double-binding midway balance
now become a treacherously tight rope
tensioned for resonance and buoyant bounty,
just short of snapping side against side.

Perhaps wisdom is learning how to equitably co-invest
in both wonder and shock,
without becoming paralyzed in-between these boundless awes,
deep wavering yes and please not yet,
not yet,
carving a gorge
deep echoing sacred reverence
and secular irrelevance,
ecstasy with ridiculing despair,
boundless sufficiency without endless satisfaction,
reiterating eternal integrity
not yet surely promised
beyond potential disintegration.

If solitude portends sublime co-operation,
what remains for aching loneliness?

Who and what could become redeemed
through double-binding isolations
within voiceless awe
for wonder indwelling silent shock
of ego loss
deep shadowing eco-gain?

To win to lose,
to lose to win,
co-arising deceptions again.

Deeply resonant depressions;
subliminal,
suboptimizing ego dominations.

Two delineations
with hairline fracturing co-definition?

What would be blissful contentment’s promise
without any dissonant content
for comparison?

What are omnipotent spirits
without ego vacuuming materials,
evidence of necessary,
hopefully sufficient,
deep double-binding awe
that we,
even I within we,
have been something,
someone,
someone’s,
rather than the far more statistically likely
nothing at all
evermore.

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Beasts of Burden

Feelings,
like hidden facts,
are latent
rather than complementary
when suppressed and repressed by society,
that ecopolitical beast of enculturation’s burden.

Glass ceilings,
like lowest denominator floors,
are hidden
rather than mutually transcendent
when oppression
is justified by sacrosanct tradition.

Trails,
like byzantine networks,
evaporate
rather than lead to resolutions
when pressed upon
those at home on other paths.

Wisdom,
like humor,
remains opaque
when impressed with its own hubris.
hoary beast of history’s exegetical burden.

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ReWriting History

Life explores integrity,
hoping to fulfill
all polypathic curiosities.

How might history rewrite humanity
if those who adventured out
and eagerly invaded
felt more reluctant to dominate?
More sure that their long-term survival
in this, or any, non-native land
required them to first learn those languages at hand,
and adopt them as their creolizing own.

Would European colonization outward
look more like global metamorphosis,
transubstantiating communion
inward?

Would the language of democracy
recognize no dualistic divide
between cooperative health
and co-investing wealth of cultures?

If invading civilizations
had been wiser
we could have earlier seen
curiosity best listens and learns native civilities
from what has been exegetically in cultural place,
before knowing how and what and when and where to displace
our own first language preconceptions.

How could I communicate my invasive wisdom
into your language of experience
of hope and anxiety
unless I have first learned your expressions,
verbal and nonverbal,
pitched and rhythmed by enculturing flows
of Earth’s nurturing
and restricting
natures?

How would U.S. democracy unfold
in First Nation language?
Where Earth
and water
and wind
and fire
individually perhaps, and certainly together,
have veto power
over healthy WinWin anthro-choice.

And, animal and tree spirits
share our prime universal suffrage,
voting yes through healthy balancing increase
and disinvesting No through internal climates of decline.

We would learn language
for trusts and mistrusts
of late summer trees
already falling leaves
turned yellow
along colonizing lanes of diesel language.

We would not deny
internal and external climates
of growing rabid pathology,
idolatries of LeftBrain dominant patriarchal capitalism,
speaking harshly
yet deniable abstractly
of polysyllabic demise,
dissonance of denying language
expressing First Nation climates
inside as outside
up and down
back and forth imaginations
within enculturing languages of time.

Healthy democracy would not merely debate
reasonable extremities of over-heating Earth’s survival,
but would center focus on regeneratively rediscovering
past and future optimizing reasons
toward reweaving nature-spirits of discerning climate health
as optimizing wealth
both inside yin nurturing
and outside yang cooperative,
universally uniting democratic control.

Explorers seeking further curiosities
recreating what’s next,
together,
gathering nature-spirit voices
deferring to more original health
enculturation/decomposition histories,
ebb and flow of nurturing Earth,
multiculturing languages
speaking through passing lights and darks
of Time
incarnating healthier climates.

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