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This piece borrows lavishly, gratefully, shamelessly, and hopefully transparently from Wendell Berry's "A Vision"

When will we gain the wisdom to survive this disturbing degenerate NegativEnergy adolescent denialism of fascist climate-bullying tendencies toward shrieking violence at silent displaced victims, creating rivers of homeless multi-degenerating non-thriving refugees? Where are the all growed up nurturing regenerate adults in our capital cities? On organic farms, maybe, outside healing our soils and rivers and climatic atmosphere. Where great grandkids arrive happily and safely by bike across cooperative harvesting neighborhoods, team teaching and listening their restorative justice Sunday Creation Schools, riding through our Permaculture Designed Sacred Deep and Wide Ecology Projects. When they stand among allied nurturing classmates like slow-growing trees restoring Earth's climate ruined place, When they have restoried our No Gun Zone streets with bike paths and nutritious narrative trails through literally edible forests and bright-flowered lanes, When their eco-village homes and ecoschool neighborhoods preserve and naturally-spiritually reconstruct EgoStrong and EcoFlowing places born upon river valley sides, goat and sheep grazing Greens, park meadows, and organic cooperatively-owned and managed gardens rich in well-placed windows for observing lovely PositivEnergy abundance. When their FirstNative sacred River once again runs gracefully pure, as their premillennial parents never saw or knew it. And over stone and clay bridges birdsong like a rainbow-octaved canopy speaks through fragrant flowered air cool in wooded shade, warmer on arms and shoulders and bicameral heads crossing clover and alfalfa clearings inviting returns to green sweetgrass memories. When on our steepest river banks an old forest already stands restored from briared choking vines by PositivEnergy Justice Guardians. When their deep and rich leaf-fall blankets drift down to sooth multicultured roots. When nurturing out and in veins and lungs, now forgotten resources for Ego-EcoCentric Hope, have reopened toward cooperative energy restoration. When our families sing and dance together on town Greens and meadows. When indoor and outdoor voices hear polyphonic music rise out of polypathic grounds... ancestral DNA-RNA anthems of well-danced solidarity. Then this native river valley will spread across bilateral time and WiseElder space, a self-perpetuating grove of grace And sacred eco-theo logical memories grow through fire-circling matriarch-patriarch legends. Sacred ego-echo resonant legends spring into gospel songs of polyculturing harvests. Civil Right-Left love songs liturgize humane EarthSoul sacraments. Deep learning abundance of this ZeroZone place after our climate pathology time carries songs of people and eagles, hawks and doves, whales and wolves and crickets, bringing sacred WiseElder health to resonantly indwell PositivEnergy light. They no longer merely dream of WinWin ZeroZone Raptures, no paradise transubstantiation as consuming competing victims rather than producing cooperative multicultural allies. Our competing hardships of inevitable secular/sacred evolution help birth their cooperative ZeroZone, EarthSoul in synchronic responsive responsibility, democratic mutual authority, sublime integrity possibility, sacred mundane everyday epic health vocations For Nurturing ReGenerative Adults revisioning A Vision away from Toxic DeGenerative perpetual WinLose Adolescence of too much LeftBrain Yang dominance, refusing to succumb to EarthSoul's grace as our No Gun ZeroZone revival place.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2018




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