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Embedded SpringTimes

Perhaps we all secretly long
to be embedded in perpetual spring time.

My most entertaining pre-pubescent memories
of spring’s most sacred times,
when occasionally left
to my own leisurely adventurous pursuits
outside for further natural/spiritual embedded nest

Include a warm and sunny afternoon
unfolding on Saturday’s mid-western stage,
going to a pond
waiting on the edge of wild
lying on my belly
with my nose nearly touching

Her still surface waters
watching spiders
walk over Her
polliwog organic submarines
waving
going somewhere fins
propelling, with me,
into our Saturday afternoon
nutritional adventures
embedded in feeding FlowSource
well-being entertainments.

Another spring Saturday,
perhaps closer to full pubescent
FlowSource entertaining feelings,

I ran far back into the RoundField
where I knew a solitary MotherTree,
like me,
busy getting dressed up
in Her fulling spring leaves
while I unbusily removed all my clothes
and climbed Her
full body hugging Her trunk,
embracing and thanking each sturdy
warm-used limb
all my forceful way to Her most sacred top

To look and feel together
across this green alfalfa field
with all surrounding trees
a deeply fertile ocean forest
green-radiant slumbering mysteriously back at us,
this happy solitary FlowSource
MotherTree and ResourceMe
unseen WinWin feeling together triumphantly
becoming Be

Indigenously embedding entertainments,
Memories much richer and deeper and older
yet naked and wider and younger
than anything I ever heard or saw mid-winter
coming from inside black and white TV.

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Sacred Presence

Few who have listened and watched through triumphant birth
and decomposing death
doubt these are most sacred events.

When did all experience in-between
become a sufficiently secular journey
necessarily devoid of unrealistic wonder and awe,
divine curiosity,
and holy wholesome courage?

To live for and with Earth solidarity
listening and watching sacred birth of dawn
and holy death of ultra-violet
non-violent dusk.

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Clumsy Cousins

I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.

Why do you want to wonder
about something as curious as that,
dear?

Oh, I don’t recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago.

Honey,
your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination,
so who on Earth were you conversing with a few minutes ago?

I was in the backyard
talking with the trees,
and the extended family question just came up.

Honey,
when you take your morning meds,
and then go out to your sit spot
and talk to the trees…

Yes?

Would you do me a favor?

What’s that?

Would you listen more,
and invoke curses against climate hate-mongerers
and malingerers
less?
You scare our more pedestrian neighbors.

But I was listening.
The trees were talking
in their windbown surfing voices
of autumn colored breeze
swaying like Green Fairy SkyWoman

Blessing each falling leaf
spinning tales
revolving moral compasses
drifting from win to lose
coming to rest where they first gave birth,

Blessed by Grandmother Moon’s ultra-violet rhythms
lights
and dual dark dilemmas,
mystery,
everyday awe
expecting sacred wonder.

Oh, well then,
I was wondering why you were so quiet out there…
So, what’s your plan for today?

I thought I might plant more trees.

Want some company?

If we both listen more,
and ask impatient questions less.

Planting already faithful saplings
or merely hopeful seeds
of co-relationship?

Depends on how long we care to be remembered
for our civil kindness,
green cooperative intent,
revolutionary winning trees and winning people values
norms
voices natural and spiritual
bilaterally spinning democratic energy,
healthy merits and unhealthy demerits,
regenerative plantings more than degenerate uprootings,
climate health supplanting wealth of disease,
unease,
dissonant disassociating trees.

Dearest,
I’m having trouble following some of your connections.
Do you think that’s the THC
or Holy Cooperative Spirit whispering?

Yes, love.

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An Amusing Music Muse

I suspect I’m more interested in how Sondheim writes music
than the Beatles,

Although I have no information
to support this paltry hypothesis

Much less could I justify to patient well-versed you
why I also suspect
this tells me something about who I am

And vocationally about who I am meant to be
as a gospel communicating person,
a transporting soul
sharing sung enchantments.

Does linguistic content
inform mystery’s melodic message?

Or do melody and rhythm
reign before shaping
unfolding ecological
psychological
theological lyrics?

Or all of these sacred ingredient voices
speaking with secular integrity
Above?

Deep love learning below

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Compromising Lives

“Living here can be compromising”
says Dad to Danny
in a John Irving novel.

Isn’t that our universal truth?

Living here is a compromising series of on-purpose accidents.
Living is compromising
with mortality heavily favored to win out,
maybe short-term,
maybe later.

But these odds
between two categories
switch places
between eight looking toward sixty-four,
and sixty-four looking longingly back toward eight,
measuring all small and large compromises
erupting through serenity
in-between.

Wonder
is just taking a time out
to notice the last clematis blossom
is exactly the same color
as the purple mums
hiding behind her.

Wonder
is taking a moment
as no more or less perfect
just as it is,
a snapshot
between where we have come
since Earth was growing glaciers
to when Earth may, eventually, pass on.

A moment
perfectly balanced
in full-color octaves
of sight
and sound
and smell
and savory taste
of spectral Wonder.

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Haunted By Wonder

I have become haunted by wonder,
within wonder,
surrounded by Wonder,
made of Wonder
these past few days
and troubling nights.

I have also become terrorized by vindication,
vindictive Win/Lose relationships
learned from retributive justice philosophers
who are also parents
and teachers,
so also soldiers
and Win/Lose economic and political leaders
vindicating themselves,
vindictive ourselves
against others who stand
in our colonizing,
rather than creolizing,
way.

Robin Wall Kimmerer
shares a Wonder dream
in a village market
where fresh bread and strawberries
are exchanged in a gift economy
of Wonder at what we have made
with God’s MotherEarth,
“the merchants were just intermediaries
passing on gifts from the earth.”
(Braiding Sweetgrass, p. 29)

Gift economies,
when healthy and fair,
mature and cooperatively-owned and managed,
learn everything about Win/Win Wonder
and lose sight of Win/Lose
much more Lose/Lose
vindictive ecopolitics.

When love is optimizing
we find no room for punitive vindications.

Wonder is the land of
Restorative Justice,
Permaculture Design,
CoOperative (0)Sum Feminist PostMillennial Economics,
ReGenerative (0)Soul ReVolutions
rather than same tired DeGenerative Vindications
of retributive justice
and angry,
vengeful,
patriarchal gods,
false idols of anything less than
both metaphysical spiritual Wonder universes
and physical natural planet EarthMother CoOperatives
with loving Wonder as Original Constitutional Intent
of the Ten Commandments toward love
but not the AntiChrist Jihad
of retributive ethnocentric vindictiveness.

God nor Allah
ever play Lose/Lose games
of mutual vindictiveness,
retributive justice positions
that settle for means to destroy,
without thought of how to first love
in a conscious state of Wonder
for this Win/Win gift economy
of restorative justice
invited by Gaia (0)Soul Principles
of nondualistic philosophies,
therapeutic religions promoting Positive Win/Win Wonder spiritualities,
municipalities
devoiding fake-spiritual monoculturing paths
that would settle for mere vindication
of one’s right to breathe
and speak freely,
when these could be multiculturally celebrated.

We individually,
and as a species of potential Wonder and Love,
have this fundamental choice to make
each minute of each revolving day
to see ourselves and our environments
as justified from Win/Lose retribution
or justified through mutually therapeutic Win/Win restoration.

These last few days,
and months,
here in the USA,
thinking about,
Does patriotism invite restorative justice more
and vindictive punishing blaming and shaming less?
I have also stood in stunned wonder
about how our Elders’ political and economic independence
from vindictive oppression of royalist plutocrats
provided such a rich fertile nationalism
for further vindictive plutocratic oppression
over our natural world,
de-sacralized,
reduced from nature-spirit nondual Wonder
to further vindictive climates for further oppression,
suppression,
victimization,
criminalization.

This is not what I expected
from an Office pledging patriotic allegiance
to the more perfectly uniting health and welfare
polyculturing democracy
of and for WinWin Earth-restorative justice.

It has been said
it is our healthy role of governance
to make it easier for compatriots
to do mutual good,
to restore Win/Win just relationships
of mutual Wonder
through cultures where gratitude
is planted and watered and harvested
so that monocultures of vindictive ingratitude
will evaporate
like the paranoid patriarchal fascinations
from which they broke through
our normativity of regenerate Wonder.

Restorative healing processes
are also liturgically co-messianic transubstantiations
of Wonder
Love
Grace
(0)Sum CoOperative EarthTribe Peace
as Ego-EcoJustice
restoring Eden’s potential balance
through gift redistribution
restoring Wonder
about benign nondual predation
while actively wondering
what therapeutic gift do I most owe myself
and others?

What restorative gifts do we most owe all Nations
this day
of Win/Win Wonder?

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Listening For God

Among the Potawatomi
they speak of Yawe,
dynamic being,
integrity,
perpetuating interdependence
within this whole Earth system.

Among the Israelites
they only reverently spoke of YHWH,
again integrity
continuous historic interdependent perpetuation
within and between languaged fissures
of empty non-being.

Among the Taoists
again dynamic integrity
dipolar co-arising Yang embedded strong relationships,
exegetically stored and restored
between empty Yin fissures of non-becoming,
notnot yet imagined
exformational absence
aptic
potentially synaptic.

Among Buddhists
dynamic zen integrity
dipolar co-arising
Interdependent Earth
within and between Universal Empty Zero
basic non-being spaces
notnot imaged
yet diastatic places potentiating.

Among still communicating Christians,
they listen for YHWH’s
richly dense and resonant love
again integrity
perpetuating cooperative inductive-dominant interdependence
within this whole Earth climate
of mutual subsidiary systems
between universal language networks
for centering polypathic journeys
from and of and toward and away from seasons zen zero,
absence of integrity’s regenerate Promise,
notnot yet imaged polypaths
of Yawe.

Dynamic becoming,
integrity of nutritional values,
perpetuating healthy interdependence
within Earth’s (0)-sum
whole WinWin network of
Promise
Wonder
CoOperating Awe
EgoEco-Consciousness.

I Am
We Are Becoming
through cracks in patriarchal stasis.

 

 

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