Get Your Premium Membership

Transgenerate Roots

My grandparents' grandparents, all sixteen, digging roots through cultural meristems, young adults, adolescents during Time's 1880's, post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture. What would we name this self-hatred, this lack of compassion and gratitude for help for human nature's lavish wealth of sun-screening diversity? Time's internal war, opening history's gate to tell new stories of learning primal Vitamin D respect for diversity, basic positive attendance for mutual powers of multicultural absorption, passionate open minds and screening open systems racing toward freedom from fears of cultural Transcendancing and languaged difference of skin-deep form. Time's evolutioning, incarnating freedom fought fear that only light skinned Europeans were fully human natured. Freedom loved growing toward our global multiracialism, polycultural jazzy-jizzy abundance. Pushing rocks, or even through them, skirting obstacles, scouting tendrils, entirely unaware that each was part of RNA's many frequencies, reaching toward deep polypathic ecology, mineral springing waters, interpenetrating Earth's negentropic neural network of double-bind guided tips, shepherding nutritional capillaries rooting down and in, conjoining Earth's heart of revolutionary bicameral rhythm, thump-thump...thump-thump---thump-thump... My grandparents, all four introducing Time's 1920's, an organic Zone of Elongation engorging newly opened borders spilling into speak-easy Enlightenment, improvised jazzy scat-to-scat each life matters torch songs reconnecting global roots toward Europe and Asia and Africa Central and South America, mysteries of Middle Eastern religious and tribal temporal diversity still-pouring through Tao's DNA soaking up like Yang over-egoed hydraulic jacks pumping mystically oily romance swimming in melting pots of sub-cultural chauvinism, anthro-centrism's self-absorption of cancerous Time's wealth deposits, adolescent freedom faith in self-isolating cultures, silos, monochromatic economies, yet retaining absolutely hypocritical faith in wealth of freedom, a resolutely national pride growing competitive language and lexicon, semantics and sin-tax, chauvinist economies of wealth's drowning inflation of natural time's non-contentious systemic scale and tipping points toward this Transmillennial Generation, unable to die where we were planted. This generation, Time's long hairs of the 1960s sprouting out a New Cooperative Age vision, a collective vocational pilgrimage through Time's excruciatingly delightful, sometimes lonely, embrace, from Vietnam through 40 years of wandering in an emergently dis-ecological desert of cultural despair atoning losses as a Free Love Generation, with a too-high price for self-hatred and un-conditional co-arising hypocrisy. Peace and free love, our call to rebellious alarms, soaking up dissonant wild wisdom, spinning and spreading across and toward this non-0 ego/eco-centric cooperative balancing theory of abundant Wealth Without Walls Information Networks exchanging healthy skills and stories of a newly polyculturing red dawn of ReGenesis. Long hair magnets attract permacultured shamans apprehending Information's binomially balanced string theory of multisystemic cobinary everything, a (0) smooth-structured soul food sustaining absorbent cultural adventures through advents of long slow-growth waiting, a liminally prescient taproot through Time's Trans-Millennial ReGeneration. Equitable peace restoring inclusive justice, active love as dynamic life synergy of Earth's double-elliptical regenerators, space with time compassion as left-right co-arising mindfulness, permacultural orthopraxis, transpecies expressed, crown/root impressed; no longer oppressed, song/dance suppressed, predicated within our grandparent's Beloved Community balancing co-harmonic regenerations.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem.

Please Login to post a comment

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Reflection on the Important Things