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I lay to waste
Earth-centered
omnisciently questioning life,
overindulging Anthro-preoccupied
questing enlightened faith
Wasting Anthro-centered
wealthy sacred life,
overindulging Ego-preoccupied
hunting haunted organic lust
Wasting Ego-healing opportunities
for Earth-centered yielding trust,
greedily grabbing for immortal identity
Laying to waste
Earth-centering communion
omnipotently questioning mind re-imaging life
unconditionally extending
body remembered love,
overindulging Anthro-monopolized
power questing infamy
Caste abolishing
Anthro-decentering
wealthy organic EarthTribe
healthy sacred life.
You won’t find it in your local mall
It is nothing that can be bought
You won’t find it in your school text book
It’s not a thing that can be taught
You won’t find it through a telescope
It is not on the horizon way out far
You won’t find it with a highway map
You can’t drive to it with your car
You won’t find it in any church
Or in whatever bible you choose to read
It is not monopolized by religious folk
Or the property of any creed
You won’t find it hung on a museum wall
It’s not a piece of art
You can only find it deep inside
Of a happy person’s heart
It’s love for your fellow man
And not the kind confused with sex
It’s kind and pure and non-judgmental, too
The one thing I’ve found to be the best
"The Mortal Wound of the Civilized World"
Shift upwards
speed fast
the choice, Is
Gears chosen by the
energetic heart
fuel the freedom
The point of attention
the “I Am”
an expression
of the same
consciousness
that you are "Is"
we are living
yet contained economies
numbed and played circadian
pinned and
framed
to our walls
day in
night out
repeat
by remote control
thinking we are free
true ignition evades us
until the game is over
We are caught up
in the mortal wound
of the civilized world
humanity
monopolized
bored we are
we are
the board game
(LadyLabyrinth / 2020)
We’re absorbed
by the Saran-wrapped food,
the plastic cutlery,
tired brains monopolized
by the clutter of the meal tray,
numbed by hours of jiggling -
the carting of torpid bodies
through interminable distance,
wedged into
a restricted boredom.
Anesthetized – we fear nothing.
If the aircraft stalls,
if an engine fails
few will find the strength to panic,
we’ll keep decanting small bottles
of vin de table,
studiously apply hard butter
to soft buns.
As the aircraft plummets earthward
we’ll continue to struggle
with condiment sachets,
coffee creamers,
with small, molded cruets,
glad to be occupied
and totally blanked out
to what comes next -
or whatever.
I reminisce, I miss
the sound of our giggles as we lay -
my sisters and I – on our beds
whispering into those sweltering summer nights
until inevitably, my stepdad
yelled up the stairs at us to go to sleep!
I would put my face right up to the fan
which loudly whirred inside the window
at the foot of my bed.
Those were the nights of easy sleep
and easy dreams.
Little was my stress; large was my joy.
And oh, those summer days
when we awoke to no more school.
My siblings and I rode bikes around town,
or sometimes we walked miles -
while sucking on popsicles - to the city pool
where we’d splash around carefree all afternoon.
Friends also monopolized my adolescent life.
Oh, those fun slumber parties
at which no one ever seemed to slumber!
Games, the music of our time,
and chit-chat about boys consumed us
late into the night.
Picnic reunions with church folks or with relatives:
always the sight, smell and taste of homemade meals
I recall: the wonderful homemade potato salads,
fried chicken, burgers and hot dogs on the grill,
Mom’s homemade Sunday pot roast with mashed potatoes . . .
I could go on forever.
But back to the night I go -
of those hot but lovely summer firefly nights
where sleep and dreams came easy
I reminisce, I miss.
March 28, 2021
for the contest of James Edward Lee Sr.
Now for A Brian Strand July 8 Poetry Contest
Loneliness,
of individuals,
like me,
of families,
like mine,
of uncommunioned communities,
and nation-states,
like ours,
Loneliness leads insufficient capacity
to prophecy everyone's collective interdependence,
and thereby remains partially blind
to Win/Win optimal health/wealth outcomes,
which could not be monopolized
by experiential loneliness
felt internal sadness
monoculturing.
By inviting risk to shift,
nudge,
notice personal/political Lose/Lose depreciations,
bucket lists of long-standing tensions,
causing unhealthy cognitive/affective dissonance
unresiliently stuck in slow ego-depreciating mortality,
absence of furthering resonant appreciative-inquiry belonging
within this
and each
and every
timeless Win/Win left-brain fragmenting
ego-prominent compassion-nest
self/other-perpetuating cooperative polypaths
implied within each unprophetic deeply pre-ingested
re-ingesting healthy/wealthy moment,
Trans-rationally spiraling not not ego/ecotherapeutic self-care,
a dynamic healing enthymematic ZeroZone
away from repressive solid OneNest walls
of silently atoning loneliness,
onelinest
healthy hoping toward impressive implicit webs
for pregnant metaphoric
meteoric Earthiness,
EarthTribe 2020 nest.
Elder indigenous RightBrain
peak resonant experience
is eco-synergetic,
so not ego-centric
Because interdependent organic systems
are EarthTribally animistic
not monopolized by mono-anthro
LeftBrain monotheistic dominance.
RightBrain prominent ecstasy
fulfills win/win co-invested play
of ecologically interdependent
cooperatively sacred
polycultural wu-wei
Democratic energy neuro-systems
secular health Left
embracing sacred wealth integrity
reforming bicameral elder Right
polytheistic polyvagal
ancient communication networks
Commonly held by organic life and death
multi-regenerational reiterations
of EarthTribal pantheistic
inside/outside views
of inter-religious gospel news
Ego-inside spiritually introverted subjects
feeling
also Eco-Other natural co-empathic objects
touching
with physical felt choice perception
and/or voice touched reception
Objectives
of Right/Left bicameral
peak win/win experiences
not autonomously egocentric
because EarthTribal identities
are not peculiarly anthropocentric
as is monotheistic
monopolistic
monoculturing win/lose LeftBrain dominance
Worshiping anthro-exceptional world views
like Straight White Corporate AlphaMale
historical privilege
as compared to cooperative
co-empathic
co-invested
sacred polycultural ecofeminists
Engaging peak natural/spiritual
nondualistic grace
of bicamerally balanced
touching vocations
feeling blissful vacations
in integral joy
absorbing dismal tragedy
Advocating total co-investment
in nonviolent co-passion communication
for restoring peak unconditional regard
of EarthPeace, empowered right
resonant redistributions
for EarthTribal Justice, enlightened left
restorying resilient restorations.
Solitude is now a trained trait
It’s easier than teaching the selfish to cooperate
Past the lights of yesterday
I see tomorrow fade away
Mundane voices talk with ease
Explaining why we go to sleep
Hieroglyphics carved in walls
Lead the way into our stalls
Different tones above our skies
Give our gods an alibi
Friendless souls still stomp around
Deciding if they own our town
Pristine people right and true
Can be bribed to work four you
Forced in to a governmental sacrifice
Seems to decrease our economical price
My minds been monopolized
Taken hostage by a pack of lies
Our love smothers, we destroy with hate
Emotional providences we can’t regulate
Poison from a broken heart
Can be used to dip a dart
Men have fought on foreign land
War has always been freedoms demand
Fallen comrades buried deep
Buried with the maps we seek
Thoughts not directly from my mind
Take refuge in my memory at times
Strong and educated we are immense
Unable though to choose sides of defense
A stagnate society lies in wait
Watching to see what our children create
Promises made of true satisfaction
Redeemed By investing in political action
The flag though torn still it waves
Granting our freedom, although were not enslaved
We have the choice or so they claim
To play like them or lose the game
Our elders, our teachers, to us they now run
Grappling at their justice; for answers, to us come.
A rational frame of reference
for multicultural Taoism,
preferred by UniversalYang
and deferred with UnitarianYin,
regards experiences of systemic racism
and white straight male privilege
not only within each individual,
but within each community,
each faith community,
each ecopolitical energy-organizing sector
across this global EarthTribe.
This Taoistic reason/feeling approach
to big systemic issues
is more tipping point analytical,
probably inspired by polypathic bicameral Bucky Fuller,
And not so much monopolized by
micro-identity ego-afflicted elitism,
supremacy ideologies,
victimization debates
about how mine
is unfortunately bigger than yours.
Tao mindfulness
would prefer not to hear,
much less see or feel
Yang abusing
or even neglecting victimized Yin,
further Business As Usual
sometimes violent
Left hemisphere predations
or even verbal cultural misappropriations
depreciating healthy values
of cooperative Win/Win Right hemisphere resonance.
Taoists,
and other universal either/or egopatriarchal thinkers
and unitarian both/and ecofeminist feelers,
prefer the non-violent web
of secularYang with sacred Yintegrity,
bilaterally balanced
egopatriarchal competitive Type Yangs
fascinated with
and ceaselessly curious about
ecofeminist coopertive Type Yins,
Written dipolar co-arisingly
across the hemispheres of each heart,
each left with right non-violently winged
ego-out/eco-inside
bi-hemispheric universal Soul,
and written across the outdoor climate geospheres
of Earth,
more multiculturally inclusive
on this larger stage
of healthy democratic energy,
more resilient polyculturing empowerment.
Back in my fading youth,
when teenage peers
monopolized my only monotheistic worldview
we trusted
to emerge with matriarchal Beauty health
and patriarchal Handsome wealth,
I learned to speak,
at least in public,
as if I were omnipresently heard
by my gracious GrandMother
When we were both sharing
our best GoldenRule win/win day
And not our worst win/lose day
veering angry
and/or afraid
into another traumatizing lose/lose nightmare
of defiantly oppositional
and claustrophobic
overpowering disorder
On my felt repressive portion
and, on her sacred Elder part,
"Trying to talk some sense
into your empty head."
Now, at the other
more grandmotherly
end of this long
emerging communion narrative,
I listen to sacred MotherEarth
before speaking
within Her sacred omniscient
indigenous wisdom hearing
As transgenerationally transparent
enlightened
and ecowomanist vulnerable
co-empowering
As win/win ego/ecosystemically possible
on this cooperatively co-invested best
GoldenRule day
Less perniciously haunted
by dark win/lose shadows
of last night's lose/lose traumatic
patriarchal-capitalist
loner anger
lone ranger
rabid stranger
nightmares
Going way back
to my fading youth
when teenage peers
monopolized a monoculturing worldview
I never trusted
as sufficiently compassionate
for resilient EarthMother Beauty.