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Laundering wealthy clothes and other valuables,
baptizing moments and grand white-washed events,
scrubbing dissonant deposits
into healthy places and times,
laundering life with transcendent love.
When we're done sitting in solidarity with Earth's laundry,
it's probably time to start over,
or succumb to our own stinky mess of pseudo-wealth
Therapeutically baptizing body-minds toward resilient health
may require soaking in resonant eco/ego co-awareness,
eco-herent
eco-operative
ecompassioning co-identity.
Clean chi-body clothes cover
and uncover,
discover,
recover would be co-redeemers of healthy mental wealth
rediscovering spiritually naturing systems.
Corporate-sponsored competitive detergents
of urgent LeftHemisphere enculturation
have blinded too many to a more polycultural Received Tradition:
human nature evolved through interdependent mentorships
of caregiving and nurturance and cooperation
between
within
among
inclusive of all Earth's tumbling Tribes
learning natural relationships
in environmental systems
stabilizing through mutual solidarity,
like air with fire,
soil with water.
Too often Left-Brain Dominance
has confused our designer attire and attitudes
facilitator scrubbing functions
mutual mentoring
co-redemptive economic EcoLogical Co-Operative Vocations
with those we have labeled
"Sole Proprietor"
and "Owner" of Nature's Laundry.
These labels tend to come off
during a healthy multicultural stone-washed thrashing
of decompositional analysis.
EgoCentrism,
like traumatic AnthroCentrism,
and its oppressor cousin, RacialElitism,
and MonoCultural SurfaceCleaned Tolerance
fail to wash well
for achieving long-term EcoCentric
PolyCultural
Health-Wealth Optimization Outcomes.
HumanHubris confuses ourselves,
scrubbing down our Beloved EarthHost
as if She were a monopolistically-intended Flea,
resulting in great misfortune
especially for Earth's future grandchildren
drowning in over-populated toxic pain in the everywhere.
They could have been our much Beloved Community,
if we would regenerate this drying out revolution,
permaculturally washing
with Earth's Nature-Balancing
decompositional soap
of ecological intelligence.
I hope we all at least aspire to become adept caregivers and receivers,
as these two directions seem to be nondualist,
mutually symbiotic;
to give care is neither better nor worse than to receive,
as optimal healthy care giving is also receiving--
these interactions mutually feed and enrich each other.
We call this healthy and growing love.
The best care giving comes out of love and nurturance,
not merely the exterior forms of ego discipline,
the ego-control of negative emotions and thoughts.
Love sublimates negativity,
often with humor at our own ecoconsciously mindful deep learning expense,
co-investment,
looking even deeper at this relationship in this time,
and learning to share this Basic Attendance
in a nondual spirit of co-mentorship.
Put another more therapeutic way,
health care professional training has invested in attorneys
and insurance bottom-line profit-seeking,
risk-management corporations,
to articulate how to defend oneself,
one's practice,
one's relationships,
from inappropriate touch and language and aggressive behavior.
This is not a bad thing in our WinLose ecopolitical economy,
but it is the less compelling side of our WinWin opportunity-optimization potential
for both caregiving and receiving
which is all about how to therapeutically touch and speak
and derive maturing empathic consciousness.
Both strict conservatives and progress-nurturers can agree
that our GoldenRule caregiving-receiving journey
within this health v pathology Earth climate,
through both internal and external landscapes of ecotherapeutic touch and language,
is how we further evolve together
toward optimizing WinWin health,
regenerative caregiving-receiving,
communicating with hands and feet and mouth from within mutually cooperative empathic trust.
As this conversion occurs and re-occurs and concurs,
then life becomes all about WinWin optimizing appropriate touch.
Too long enduring issues of inappropriate touch
become artifacts of a prior benighted millennium,
a former age and stage and life,
our progress-conserving regenerate Elders would not wish stuck upon us
or our great-grandchildren of all Earth's species.
That meanest looking old grey cat,
just cross my path, me ~ meaning that,
he'd crowd out all the fine cats play
to gobble up their food ~ then stray!
Then two doors down ~ a new guy came
quite dashing, with a moustache ~ vain!
he'd ride his bike, a sporting scene
the French relays ~ he looked so keen!
Now scraggly tail had disappeared,
the mean grey cat with pointed ears
it seems the new guy liked its breed
and took a fancy ~ then to feed!
But what was this, upon the porch
this "frenched up" cat, its tail canooked
was strutting openly, its path
no more between the garbage' swath!
Scragg's eyes were not as mean to glare
and sometimes waited for his share,
a little love, old scraggly got
it changed his lonesome "nowhere" lot!
Hey friend, did you help scraggly out,
the coiffure giving scraggly clout,
"I trimmed him up ~ the new guy said
I think its gone to "scraggly's" head!
The new guy then became my friend,
his nurturance obvious in spend,
and scraggly lost his urged contend
a happier lot, the two seemed then!
The weeks went by, the porch seemed quite
the tamer cats shared their delight,
And little scragg stayed out of sight
His master keeping watch by night!
And then the message came to fawn
"Will you help Scraggly when I'm gone"
The thought of Scragg out "there" again
just digging for left overs ~ "when?"
I guess I'm headed for the Pen
the new guy stated in consign,
there wasn't much to say just then
I wondered why all through the night!
It seems the Law is rank with might
about a Driver's License plight
and five offenses get you booked
with more years time ~ now you're a crook!
This happy guy, content to share
his meager lot with Scraggly's care
was facing five years fenced in square
to get to work he chanced the dare!
They're after me ~ that's all it is
I had to drive ~ my job you see
will take his time, like some foul fee
and what he loved will wait ~ still free!
Not fair, agree ~ or don't agree!
More serious crimes ~ seem left to be,
the wronged in prisons ~ life's a sea
Of "SCRAGGLY TAILS" ~ without a plea!
No two songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
they would be one sung song.
No two stories
unfold precisely uniform.
For if they did
they would become one united uniformity.
Yet no two songs,
no two stories
remain entirely alien toward each other
or they would not be recognized
appreciated as narrative at all.
Possibly even compassioned together by anyone
as compromising songs, well and badly sung,
within stories, well and badly lived.
Passions sung and retold
by any witness,
sometimes deaf and blind
and best times more acute,
astute.
Songs are sung in mythic octaves
as stories unfold in fractal seasons
of noticing Winter's advent of potential,
through Spring's co-arising becoming,
Summer's mature diastasis,
healthier
as more resonant
in polyculturing ways and means.
Summer's pathology
grows fading dissonance
with monoculturing parasitic intent
in Autumn's harvest of discontent.
Earth restoring storied songs
bring LeftWing virgin birth to forests
for hunting and gathering EarthTribe nurturance,
ionizing
and lionizing
harmonizing
ergodic rhythmed
and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic
and radiant ecstaticizing
co-gravitizing
creolizing native First through Last
Shall Be First
interdependent stated nations
and tribal relations
and four seasoned octave
correlations,
double-bound elations.
On Her more RightWing side,
This commodified ball of rock and dirt
and fouled water
and polluted air
and Hell's anthropogentric punishing fires
to be aimed at
against
each other
is what's rightfully,
if somewhat too ballistically, left emptily
raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked
industriously enslaved
depressing baring
suppressing breeding
and repressing beating
and, eventually,
butchering the filthy *****,
formerly known
through well-sung stories
as Sacred Mother Earth.
No two EarthTribe songs
are sung exactly alike.
For if they were
we would become
one too predictably sung song.
Geinere's frailty
was that of an abandoned
child, lost in the world.
Her hurt was so that
of anguish and desperation,
her heart burdened by
his hateful words.
His domineerance, his
drunken righteousness,
protruding as a writ
man. A careful prodigy
was he, as his stupor
conceited to arousal
and a display of power.
"Geinere, calm thee now.
Closer, though not
as baffled, as I, for
you are in dear service,
fulfilling thee! Serve
your King graciously."
"My lord, pray thee no. . . ."
"Our bitter wench felt,
be this night, hence everafter,
I make thee worthy, art
the entail."
Tears erupted from poor Geinere.
Her soul departing as the
King's demands advanced.
Her innocence and essence
robbed of her, cheated now always,
a sullen amort. Her woes,
her unheard cries, her
tender virginity taken
from her, now left mad,
sadness and melancholy,
would be her muse.
Pain,
agonizing sorrow,
though unrightly welcomed.
For upon this eve of
tyranny and degradation
a seed of humility was
planted with no roots
of nurturance. The
passion shed would remain
a scar upon the royalties
of a forgotten King
and instill a harlotry
of peasant virtue upon
the dear maiden
and this dire kingdom.
As Geinere unwillingly
embraced the bastardly
disobedience of the
King and his dark
vespers of misery, her
turmoil greatened,
her flower taken,
her essence floundered.
The act maliciously foresaken.
"Oh angels, plentiful,"
chimed the King,
his behemoth of
propriety and lust
now ripe with vigor.
"In thy hopes of your goodwill,
overpowered, as vassal
actress, a call for
repeal."
"Begone Geinere!
Out of my chamber,
accusations found,
for I am certain, upon
your unwanted fulfillment
of matrimony. A
gift of guilt for you
hereafter!"
The night faded
as a moon blush tainted,
fell from the heavens.
"The ways in which we apply these [polypathic-empathic] abilities
to controlling the excesses of growth and expansion
[by nurturing multicultural empowerment and creolization]
over the next century
will be the greatest [health-wealth nondual] test
of our [r]evolutionary [and democratic WinWin]
sophistication." D Holmgren, Permaculture, p. 73
Sophistication is not
jingoism
nor tokenism.
Democratic evolutionary sophistication
requires integrity,
invites and nurtures polypathic integrity.
Until our League of Women Voters
becomes a Legion of EcoFeminist Speakers and Listeners,
Leaders and CoOperative Followers as CoInvestors.
Until our Democratic National party
becomes a PolyCultural International Health Party.
Until our Republican Party
becomes a CoOperatively-Owned EcoTherapeutic Wealth Development Place.
Until each educational school
becomes a permacultural paradise
for HealthWealth Mentoring,
a remedial safe space
for battered and neglected
abused and exploited
Republican girls and women.
Until each Town Meeting
becomes part of an EarthTown CoOperative Discernment Network.
Until each political campaign
becomes a NonViolent Communication progression
of and for EcoPolitical CoOperative Trust
of and for Earth's Peace as Ego/EcoJustice.
Until supremacist Plan and Type A
competing WinLose Yang
reweaves equivalently
with Plan and Type B
nurturing WinWin Yin.
Until Left deductive dominance
conjoins again with Right inductive nutrition v toxin.
Until masculine strength with endurance
also means EcoFeminist nurturance
through mutual cooperativity.
Until day
becomes not so much nightmare.
Until the post-millennial population of Republican women
becomes an oxymoron,
a population of zero,
Empty Vacuous Set
now singing more resonant harmonies
within Interdependent Matriarchal ElseWhere.
First off,
this is not pick on George Lakoff day
because I love his Political Mind like a brother.
BUT,
yes,
you knew that was coming,
so let me change it right now
AND,
yes, much of the proletariat-patriarchal Enlightenment Era
of the 1700s was weighted toward Transcendence,
so, yes, a tendency toward disembodied,
AND YET,
if we look toward the more bourgeois-matriarchal sector,
especially all those disenfranchised women birthin' babies,
but also other disadvantaged perspectives of Enlightenment,
these were very much about natural, healthy regenerative richness,
perhaps erotic wonder and climatic awe,
(remember Walt Whitman?)
rather than some spiritual experience
more high-brow agapic,
yet no less,
perhaps even rather more,
integrative flow-abundant
embodied
co-mentored and empathically communicated
reverent and sacred enlightenment,
however democratically common
as our universal experience
of diastatic enlightenment
nurtured within a matriarchal integrative womb
rather than embryonically formed
from a patriarchal transcendent *****.
I don't think red-neck conservative Republicans
are any less interested in,
or committed to,
or capable of,
healthy enlightening polypathic experience
than are progressive Ivy League academic Democrats,
although I do think that those who have healthier nurtured
integrative communication between LeftYang and RightYin hemispheres
are better at finding the WinWin cooperatively enlightening opportunities
while avoiding unnecessary disembodied pitfalls of WinLose choices
suboptimizing regenerative potential
to experience more positive enlightenment-flow power
rather than more cognitive-affective dissonance,
mistrusting antipathies.
These tend to be those
for whom LeftBrain enculturation dominance,
supremacy,
has been less kind than RightBrain's matriarchal nurturance.
How usurping, how intact
the problem rising from my lack
the power line cord's react
chewed or lightning hit, blew stack!
Installed in '70's, contract
before the codes became exact
with lightning striking, breaker blew
the meter gauging it snapped too!
My simple trust, I dug into
each method of protective view
was scored to mediate, live through
electric function, trailers do!
My friend stood by, she took me home
into her world, her nurturance prone
I marveled at her constant gate
and so chipped in, to share my fate!
The weeks went by, two and then three
to find the problem, contacts be
would grow to numbers 1, 2, 3
Insurance fix its bodily!
So wired for sound, efficiently
a call American Family
two hundred miles plus, fifty drove
arrived on time, adjustors strove!
Manager of ground, a park, named Jim
Insurance man, they met with him
must move the steps, skirting, a tree
it mounted up incredibly!
The time's abrupt was rain's decree
we needed badly, Midwest corn
just wait, and wait, the part's would need
25' cord, to breaker, worn!
My friend worked days, not aimlessly
a trip to Canada perceived
she planned it out meticulously
I helped with dishes and laundry.
She served the meals, and I as guest
contributing you know at best
bringing in food and little things
to keep the household functioning.
A country home, with such a view
the picture window, each day greet
we prayed together, and shopping
survivals quest kept numbering!
The Classic movies from eighties
Bonanza, Gun Smoke, John Wayne's best
blankets and pictures, her reprieve
was all about the life out West!
I towed the mark contributing
and then it came her time to leave
Alberta, cherished family
Brothers, with new arrivals be!
TO BE CONT'D.
As stars reflect
the knowledge
of the sacred.
The boiling seas
of the Cosmos
churn acrid.
Upon the nurturance
of Venus', passionate
quivering calls
exclaimed.
The essence of
God's wrath
lovingly made tame.
As the chariots
of love, upon the
courtships of epic
virtue, possess.
Our goddess sisters,
import the specialty
of rule, for which
the governs
obsess.
As Boreas' trumpet
sounds ecstatic
bliss.
The Rosicrucian
passion bells
hither, a faint to
a swaying and
hiss.
As the murmuring
embers of the
divine left
receded.
Hour of humanities
no time of present,
so subtley,
defeated.
As upon death,
a mummy spreads
its rein.
The resurrection
of the Sons of Man,
all for not,
in vain.
The seduction of
fertility and the
mysteries left to
relish.
All made bitter
upon showers
of mourn,
to embellish.
When upon
the merry company
of our divine,
Saints, roused
along Lethe.
A brother to
you, oh dainty
beholder of truth,
as yours in
Seth.
The disillusionment
of our fathers
petty, immortal
opportunity
made solemn.
The wisest of
men, why,
amongst the
true, made golem.
Take precedence,
then and now,
where'st upon
your throne
of pride.
As the winds
of wrath swarnly
blown, our savior
side to side.
In due notion
a precedence
of time,
without respect.
A fulfillment
of God's love,
our souls to
resurrect.
As Dragons
drew the chariot
of night,
and profound
duration.
A cowards sword
in hand, his
skewer's elation.
As stars reflect
the knowledge
of the sacred.
Humanities, why. . .
derision for dole,
left shaken.
As prophets
emit, as seen
thus. . . .
When stars do
let fall
the Sun,
pray thee,
a heavenly Venus.
I will keep this one simple as it involves one with love
to get the full impetus this song fits like a glove
I am a lover, or prostitute/gigolo of love, but a guitar
reigns all and rises above all. Thank God for Youtube and the offerings
it promotes from a antique man that its presents promote. So much I have l
listened and so much I've lost to vinyl, tape, 8 track and more than it cost.
Whatever the measure the venue that speaks is all that I ask for and all that
bequeaths. Way past, past, pre present now forward, lends ears to all measures
that motivate pleasures to all that appreciate without no man clatures to ageless
yea man playtatures. Music is all to one and all regardless of age and for one for all.
My middle son suddenly I heard him of Frank like I did as a boy in Ohio a dank. Is there
something to astrology, heredity, DNA, that speaks to the aforementioned
in a word yes foretay. Hidden, hiding, promising, pre eminent, ever prominent
evasive, compromising maleovenent. This is where parental promotion is prime
where u forget about convention, discipline, and sublime. Letting them be,
and be and be be, without social face premises to see. My sons r the greatest
as they think arraigned,unassigned, unhinged, to favor fathom their existence
in line to their own place in the present time/place/passion position equitable
and free forth coming to a future fashion fusion frankness filled with
love, caring, forgiveness, and global nurturance for all things human. Yea,
right. It is possible if u drop yr ego and give yr other other self half a f-ing chance.
A mirror works both ways my friend.