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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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Nutritious as a Gaming Tree

I know I will never see
or hear or taste or smell or feel
anything more nutritious than a WinWin Gaming Tree,
unfolding across all four seasons
of healthy wealth regenerations.

Imagine incubating seeded subjects
in an interdependent networked sentence
begin in winterish LeftBrain hibernation,
genesis toward cooperative nurtured objectives
captured maturely-best through WinWin summers
of regenerative health-secular
and wealth-sacred
climax,
a full-octave leaved and breathing
root nutritionally systemic
polypathically flowing
diastatic Earth Tree,
RNA square-dancing namaste
with Sun’s warm Commons-squared light.

Verbs are Springing trees for interdependent action,
while adjectives and adverbs are the tools of decomposing Autumn,
deductive-inductive selecting comparative strengths and weaknesses,
healths and pathologies,
empowerment and disempowerments,
nurturing trusts
and neglecting mistrusts
and abusive-aggressive interior discontinuous-appositional dipolar networks
of cancerous WinLose LeftBrain Yang-Dominant distrust,
within each full WinWin development tree opportunity/decompositional loss,
harvesting ecological DNA seeds of self/other thrival,
humming with Patriarchal Thymine/not-not Matriarchal Cytosine
regenerate memory moments,
DNA/RNA SolidaritySentences,
TaoTrees
of WinWin organic networking regenerativity/degenerativity.

“I would like to speak and listen with you,
our lovely healthy WinWin Tree.”
My Winter’s Warming cause
regenerates nurturing seeds of nutritional communicating root systems
with your most WinWin full-nurturing maturing You,
holonic humane Ego’s WinWin bicameral CoMentoring Tree,
our secular hope for warm fertile summerish thoughts
and shared sacred matriarchal-embryonic faith
in co-empathic nutritional health
(secular-LeftBrain)
and sensory eco-redemptive wealth
(sacred-Elder RightBrain)
bilaterally balancing full-four seasoned
WinWin Trees of trusting sensory-nutritional reason.

I polypathically think
and bicamerally feel
I shall never speak and listen
with full-octaved diastatic beauty
of our WinWin EcoPolitical
OrganicGaming
PermaCulturing NetworkTree,
measuring regenerative health of Earth’s climates,
Ego-internal and Eco-Other external,
across all four nurturing secular Flow
and sacred Karmic Graced Seasons
of Self/Other Golden Tree of Life regenerating
evolving
revolving
reweaving Left/Right economic and political
bicameral reasons
for slow-growing further deep ecological root-nurturing ecosystems
sentences
paradigms
thoughts with feelings
organic bilateral,
Spring-inductive root and Autumn-deductive branch,
WinWin networking,
and wondrously lovely,
Trees.

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Singing for Stevie’s Wonder

I remember,
in the early 60s,
our thirty mile drive
from our historic family farm,
in all White rural Michigan,
not counting the Mexican migrant workers
which adults made a point of discounting,
on the first of several shopping trips to Thrifty Acres,
through vibrantly young all Black urban streets
of nearby Lansing.

Making Stevie Wonder and I,
him singing in all Black city churches
and me in all White rural and small village churches,
harmonic neighbors in my privately humming heart
yet never possible to publicly meet and greet
as this nation and this world were meant to sing
and dance our regenerations not apart.

I didn’t know apartheid by default yet
but I do remember
seeing nearly black as ink skin for the very first time
on a smiling brown-eyed boy
on a chipped white painted bicycle without rims,
and longing to talk and listen with him
and laugh with him about the fresh green smell of freedom from training wheels,
freedom to create our own fast pedaling breeze
across our summer-hot black and white faces and arms,
and knowing that I would touch his dark warm skin
with loving wonder
about what it could be like to become with him,
to grow together,
to smell and feel and fly our satisfying diverse integrity
on a tandem red in-your-face bike,
bright shining all the way back
from Black-streets Lansing
through little White Woodland,
spreading across all Black with White Capital Cities
on out to woodland farmers,
to peddle fly while singing our glad hosanna wonders.

As I reweave
this first drive by encounter with racial diversity
and humane ecstatic curiosity,
I imagine asking Mom to stop,
pull our metallic gold Ford over
so I could ask his thick black-framed glasses name,
which would be Stevie,
and take his hand
to walk his bike back to his home and family
where we would live together
happily and most prosperously ever after.

This was my moment,
too quickly passed,
to know passion’s love at first sight,
these sublime sounds and dark satin skin smells
of Stevie’s Wonder.

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Imagine

Imagine you live in a daily environment
where and when everything you like
is already yours if you simply ask for this whatever with gratitude,
and is more frustratingly ungraspable if you cannot acquire sufficient gratitude to ask.

And, it doesn’t even matter whom you ask.
So you need not be troubled by complexities,
historically epic narratives,
about who owns what,
and who does not,
because everyone you meet knows it is their vocation,
it is among their reasons for being,
to give you whatever you want,
whenever you want it with sufficient gratitude.

How might you respond to such power and riches,
to both give and to receive
such fertile perfection potential?
How might we cooperatively rule our fertile rich black soils
and sparkling clear clean rivers,
and smile back at our mutually-held blue sky?

And yet, these powers are not yet polypathically magical.
You do not have powers to be someone else.
You cannot look at a perfectly beautiful body
and gratefully claim it as your own.

You do have the power to speak and listen with each of those perfectly beautiful bodies
and/or minds
about how and why and when and where you treasure them,
value them,
and would become a mind and/or body exactly like theirs,
an identical twin.

You do have the power to ask them, with gratitude,
to help you see and hear and smell and taste their beauty,
but not to become their beauty for them.

Becoming health and beauty powers with others
grateful for our most intimate mutually grateful availability,
vulnerability,
cooperatively trusting accessibility,
because your powers of acquisition
are constrained only by this magic
of mutual gratitude.

Imagine, as you mature in LeftBrain dominance,
the magic of mutual gratitude
and its more paranoid secretive absence,
when you were a child
was simply Left/Right deep learning chemistry.

Imagine how you might have heard,
You can be anything you sufficiently desire to become
as not so much,
You can have whichever magical powers of acquisition you can imagine,
but more like a child,
We are continually becoming whom and what we wish for
within an ecology of mutually trusting chemistry
we call regard, and sometimes wonder, and even awe,
and we are discontinuously becoming whom and what we do not wish for
within a climate of paranoid
overly acquisitive and competitive
LeftBrain dominant pathology;
this lack of RightBrain outflowing,
nurturing,
self-as-also-other regenerating gratitude.

Imagine you live where and when
all you can take in is ours to give
each grateful trusting other.

What happens in your imaginative chemistry
when WinLose games of Keep Away
revolt into WinWin games of Give Away,
but only when productive for
and consumptive of
co-empathic gratitude?

 

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Memorial Wonder

Today we honor those who paid our price of violence
to protect us from each other’s monocultural excesses,
we remember deep respect for those who have done their best
when this was too often not sufficient
to return to a sustainably healthy life together
in their own families, prior loves now wilted.

We recognize and would redeem
returns to less peace
found in Business As Usual social reimmersion.

We wonder with their own feelings and thoughts,
reverberating through second generations of domestic stress,
about political seductive and reductive economic values
within normal human enterprise.

How and when war and terror might re-erupt
this premonitional memorial silence.

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Sublime Terror

Let’s say I am an anthropocentric terrorist.

What would we be saying?
And isn’t that redundant somehow?
If terrorists are ethnocentric,
does that not also require you to indulge in anthro-centrism?

I suppose
if you are not an Anthro,
then it’s OK not to care the least bit whether you live or die.
Or,
even better,
your death is more attractive to me than your life,
especially if I might eat you,
or at least use your well-blooded body to fertilize my barren soil,
and assume your assets as my own.

But, as long as I’m part of human nature,
you have no negative campaign plans for my more timely demise?

That could depend on whether I am a cultural supremacist,
or just a generic anthro-species elitist,
without further violent prejudices
and control issues,
and lack of ecological respect for Earth’s healthy future.

I suppose terrorists don’t celebrate Earth Day,
or not with any integrity.
But if you were both a cultural and anthro supremacist
and I am of your specific Tribe,
as you cut up your Good v Bad World,
then we’re both good right?
I can go about my business
and you aren’t trying to rain on
or reign over
my parade?

Well, what if I were predisposed to live and let live
within my little Tribe,
but not to tolerate other competitive EgoManiacs?
I guess I would be rather a jealous god
of all I see and smell and touch and covet.

Yes, safest to simply skip egocentrism altogether.

Best for you; because not best for terrorist me.
And what form or function remains for your self-identity?

Without ego dominating consciousness of identity,
replacement candidates might be zero-centrism,
or eco-centrism,
relational-functionalism,
or EarthTribal integrity.
These might remove this primal taproot
for ethnocentric terror,
and fear of kosmic death.

And, if we lived in a culture of interdependent natural systems,
and some say we do,
well,
actually,
I don’t think this is even a matter of scientific dispute;
anyway, if we lived without ethnocentric walls and barriers,
aversions and prejudice,
what about ageism and sexism?

Without ego-identity dominance,
then we all share a polycultural polypath,
a cooperative Commons of interrelationship.
Diversity continues deeply rich and good
within Earth’s promising health
for future generations of all species.

These seem like nested root systems,
from individual ego supremacy
enabling prejudicial elitism
both within AnthroFamily
and between AnthroFamily
and our more inclusive RNA/DNA languaged EarthTribe.

Yes, if we could each just get over our less regenerative selves
and further invest in polypathic cooperative planning and policies,
strategies and logistics,
we could create a shared Earth
in which we would all find it much less risky
to let go of our overly dominant EgoIdentity,
ready to step into a more bicamerally balancing comprehension,
consciousness of EarthTribe’s sacred moment by moment primal identity;
to see and hear and feel without,
love and reiterate and resonate within.

More of an Earth-bonded lover
consuming and producing interdependent contentment,
cooperatively researching contentiousness
for content appropriate to each moment’s full potential.

Well,
at least not an ego-ethno-anthro-centric terrorist.

How about an ego-ethno-anthro integrative terrificist?

I like EarthBound Wonderist.

You sound like an unearthly wanderist.

I suppose that’s better than feeling like an Earth Day terrorist.

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