What LeftBrain sees as stability
RightBrain feels as dynamically flowing integrity.
What Yang hears as polypathic knowledge
Yin sings and dances with polyphonic wisdom
harmonically
synergetically reweaving
wounded integrity.
What RightWing-LeftBrain feels
as wrath's evil pathology,
RightWing-LeftBrain touches
however ecstatically
as if peaceful, sacred love
might some secular, commodified day
become politically and economically
flowing out and down deep healthy.
What Yang tastes and devours
as longing for more robust wealth
Yin smells and absorbs
as integrity's copassioned ecstatic belonging
within Earth's resonantly holistic resilience
since ego's most nascent
implied beginning of regenerate time
within Earth's revolving
dynamically healthy
life systemic
spatial Paradise WombPlace
Originally designed
for and by
Gaia-God's whole open nonzero
HealthSouled
polypathic/polyphonic
Yang/Yintegral
ZeroZoned Pleasure.
"Stripped of a physical body,
[individualistic] mind stands naked,
revealed startlingly
for what it has always been;
the architect of our [shared] reality."
Sogyal Rinpoche
Stripped of a spiritual mind,
bodies lie nakedly dis-potentiated,
undominated,
indomitable,
undomesticatable,
de-commodified,
startlingly unveiled
for why we have always evolved here
in regenerative Earth's life-giving environment,
Historically revolved
and culturally regenerated
through DNA bicameral dynamic reiterating spirals,
bilateral nature/spirit animation,
humane/divine co-inspirations
Unfolding
refolding
prefolding
dipolar co-arising folds
strings
frames
paradigmatic fields
Composing
recomposing
discomposing
disposing
uncomposing
precomposing
this fractal-binomial structure
for systemic ecological restructuring
of each moment's regenerative/degenerative
empowering/disempowering
enlightening/dissociating potential
Ego/Eco-systemic rebecoming,
becoming
unbecoming
precoming,
coming
Autonomously stripped
atomic synergy,
embodied longing
within multiculturing waves
of co-arising integrity,
naked mind belonging
I Can’t Breathe
I can’t breathe
The weight of a thousand elephants is bestowed upon me
Narrative tracing back to history
Black and blue
The pride of the pit
I’m swallowed into it
The big elephant done left the room
Division and ignorance
The blind truth of our existence
Your knee to my neck
My face to concrete
I can’t breath
Others look on
Minding their own business
Hung upon a tree
Blood to foliage ,
Drenching the earth
I can’t breathe
Out of breath
Laid to rest
On the street
At the hands of police
A spectacle for the best of appetites
The pattern repeats
Black bodies on display
Like fresh supermarket meats
Caricatured and forced into a mold
A joke beyond belief
Gassed and hosed down
And chased by wolves
Branded and seized like livestock by animalistic human beings
Dignity exchanged for merchandise and profitability
Bound to chains everywhere their feet may lead
The spirit never dies even when commodified
And silenced by the whip and lashed
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
07/05/20
It feels easier.
That's why,
or so she believes.
Why she associates death
and climate pathology
with fear of her ego's mortality
and vaguely remembered anxieties about enslavement;
living death to human identity,
if not all commodified Natures.
Yet, it feels harder
to associate death
with indentured spiritual servitude,
often confused with fundamentalist dogma,
evangelical demagoguery,
politically disempowering religiosity,
Assiduously associated with patriarchal colonization
and straight western white male privilege,
and left brain violently indenturing commodification,
renting human Ego minds
with individualized bodies,
uniquely felt spirits
with thoughtful,
living mortal natures
Associating freedom
with human potential
and at least divine acquiescence,
if not gratitude.
Is passion a warm feeling
or a cold asset?
A uniting vision
or a fragmented virtue?
Or is passion both
mutually held motions
toward
and away from
curious
courageous
contagious active hope
and incapacitating despair?
Is personal knowledge,
consilience of feeling
touch
taste
fragrance
sound
sight
confluence of all sensory receptors?
none dissonantly denied,
co-passionate
when confirmed by even one significant
transparent
vulnerable Other
Or denied,
neglected,
abused,
shot at and down,
defamed,
commodified,
enslaved,
reduced to vacuous utility
of thought
without roots impassioning warm-blooded reality
of feelings.
Could holistically embraced knowledge
grow any virtue less than compassion?
Would wisdom's wealth
promote dispassionate autonomy?
viciously fragmenting crumbs
of former health.
Do you feel a profound difference
between secular shelter
and sacred space;
natural place
and spiritual sanctuary
from predative time?
Is this revisited
when considering density,
integrity
solidarity distinctions
between a house
a building
a "property improvement"
and your home?
Between a lifeless, commodified environment
and healthy wealth of co-passioning Earth?
Between disposable resources
and ancient Source?
Values and disvalues
absorbed through communication
of felt relationship,
absence of connection,
hopeless excommunication.
The Left bereft
Brain justified,
ratioed,
commodified,
diversified,
tooled,
weaponed for rational utilitarian consistency,
reified verbal logic
of neurological systemic Spirits,
feeling co-related events,
critical memories
epic predator/prey histories
Recalling ecologies of sensory attachment/detachment,
felt experience networks of virtual spiraling health values,
virtuously co-arising sensed re-experience ecosystems,
And viciously degenerating
unraveling disvalue cycles,
pre- and post-cycles,
recycles
Feeding healthy value feelings,
unhealthy disvalue memories
back
and back
and back to when Space first felt Earth's shift
balancing bilaterally twinned TimeFlow
for virtuous universal win/win communication
Ego in Here listening kindly
within EarthTribe's perpetually felt spirals
of revolving Now light,
Then dark...
I think
and feel
it would be a good
and healthy change
if schools,
at all levels,
and parents
of all nations,
taught our young
more about win/win cooperative
thriving passions for resilience
than win/lose competitive
surviving dispassions from dissonance.
Even better,
and more urgently primal,
seminal,
revolutionary,
We might become a good
and healthy climate wave for change
if students and teachers
and children and parents
and listeners and preachers,
followers and leaders
listened to our young and old
with more win/win compassionate hugs
than win/lose competing survival detachments,
neglects,
disconnected abuses
learned through lifetimes of wounds
and non-win/win potential integrity
fractures,
Deeply and widely learned
from struggling unfree/unsafe parents
and robotic behavior-commodified,
multiply and then divide,
left-brain dominant teachers
and schools
and monocultures
and nationalistic nonself-governors.
If my right hemisphere
deep roots around in dreamy primordial emotions
longing to see morning's money sunlight,
to color early midmorning questions
green ideas
emerging bilateral conversations
dialogue about mystery
and overly-commodified history,
Does my left hemisphere
emerge stems
stalking future leaves
then emerging fertile flowers, articulate?
then seeds, implicate
healthy integral potential
longing to incarnate portentous
afternoon's pretentious communal activities
preparing to sing and slow dance summer evenings
While repurposing reverent questions, medications
worthy of a night's rooting
right hemisphere prominent
meditations.
Restoring justice to active global peace
invites far more than redistributing toxic injustice,
punishment for dividing cultures of privileged health
from democratic non-elite societies for authentic wealth.
Restoring multicultural justice
brings mutual peace
as communal cooperativity
replaces commercially commodified ego-competitions
for fertile deep learning
internal ego/ecotherapeutic powers.
It's easy to see
It's more important to be
pro-life
than pro-choice
if one must prefer to choose
to win or lose
robust healthy life.
Are you pro-life
or pro-choice?
Both.
Pro-choosing resilient EarthTribe life
for everyone.
Do not confuse pro-choice
with pro-death,
Or pro-life
with anti-integrity unhealthy choice.
If pro-LifeChoice
emerges on our Winner's Table,
then the list of what we are democratically for
becomes a health agenda
of resonant life fully lived
with self and other compassion.
And all the diversely negative anti-life non-choices begin,
for me,
with anti-life risks of nuclear holocaust,
anti-climate risks to resilient health,
anti-life automated commodified industrial ballistics
designed to kill
as rapidly
and vapidly
as irresponsibly possible.
This list of patriarchally-driven abortions of healthy choice
against pro-life matriarchal healing humanity
goes on and on most violently
then abusively
then neglectfully
then unconsciously
uncommitted to never aborting LifeChoice
democratic advocacy
respect
dignity
passion
enchantment
wonder
love
sacred integrity.
Mother Earth
brings virgin birth
to hunting and gathering EarthTribes,
reforesting and rechorusing creolization,
ionizing and lionizing harmonization,
ergodic rhythmed and seasonally rhymonizing,
thermodynamic and radiant ecstaticizing
native First Nations
through Last Shall Be First ReCreations.
On the more RightWing side,
the commodified planet of earth
and water
and air
and fire
to be aimed at
and against
each other
is what's rightfully,
if somewhat ballistically, left
of the raped and pillaged,
drilled and fracked,
industriously enslaved
Breeding and Bearing and eventually Butchered *****
once more scrupulously known as Sacred Mother Earth
venture-capital invested
by Father SunFire.
Kudos to Eagles for their wonderful pastiche that renders a polyphonic message to all,
Ranging from LaVey's Church (of Satan) through marijuana to clandestine corporate world,
Which – to think of it in retrospect – forced a war for oil with an add-on motive of double profit,
Seeing that the warheads used were American makes all!
The lyricists employed a contemporary idiom, echoing Blake, Browning, Eliot, et al
And composed, for subliminal appeal, a haunting melody plus a distractor-solo,
So that the lilt would easily sink into the subconscious, for the message(s) to follow:
Thus this pastiche serves a purpose, which a parable or parody possibly cannot.
To deconstruct, a lyric meant to deconstruct commodification
Came to be commodified—ironically!
— Ram, R. V.
Winner (III place) of the Iconic Song contest, sponsored by SO, September 4, 2017.
Peaceful and equitable democratic government
does not treat residents, or even non-residents,
as potentially predative property
to further grow the wealth
of those who already have too much
due to past profit histories of enslaved
and indentured
and domesticated
and commodified labor
Winner v Lower caste-preservations
falling short
of Win and Win's evolving
cooperative
caste expansions.
Democratically healthy
wealth optimizing governance
serves our most cooperatively polypathic nature-spirits
of co-arising nutrition-nurturing
eco-political healthcare properties.
We cooperatively own,
and too competitively lose,
and therefore need to more regeneratively WinWin manage
all our assets,
and those other organic mindbody parts too.
A depersonalized holocaust slowly proceeds
Under convertible assuaged currency
Separate disparate lives, anonymous dredging
Tear against the land, air, and crawling
Human hands finalized the creed
Scourging banks to let the biosphere bleed
Recognizing no natural dignity
Expect that converted into commodified property
Distraction allows us to peel away
Taking the mind narrower still
And filling the void with caramelized exchanges
Simply look away
The slave servitude continues
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