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Merely personal green salvation
is necessarily incomplete,
All by myself,
sure to face sinful defeat.
Yet universal climate redemption
cannot become sufficiently replete,
to help my heart feel
less ignorantly stuck on re-delete
For monocultural remediation
we historically
and culturally at least try
multicultural mediation,
nonviolent communication,
polypathic emancipation,
polyphonic optimization.
Personal comparisons
and interpersonal companions
and ego/eco-bilateral
environmental habitual passions
can be divisive
dismissive emancipations
Competing religiously dogmatic theory
and natural/spiritually felt experience
schizophrenically competing
bipolar dissonance
empowers secularizing
minimizing
separating
dividing
unnatural desecration
anti-religious negativity
supremacy
missionary zeal
evangelistic violently prophetic communications
of natural environment mortality
and sinful conspiracy theories
and other bipolar forms and fields
frames and functions and flows
of dissociative bad news.
And,
internal spiritual v natural external contrasts
can yet distinguish analogical resemblances
between nurture and nature
Complementarity of open holistic religious systems
can become complexly unitive,
integral
negentropically cooperative
Rightbrain polyphonically prominent
redeeming our children's healthy climate
through mutually cooperative
communicating positive wealth
of bicameral energy
Suggests leftbrain dominating
disempowering negativity
About rightbrain polypathically more prominent
actively working and playing for green redemption
of healthy bilateral positivity,
So,
Merely personal salvation
is necessarily incomplete,
All by my leftbrain dominant ego-self,
sure to face sinful defeat.
Yet open, whole Earth climate redemption
cannot become sufficiently bicameral replete,
to help my heart feel resonant,
less ignorantly stuck on sinful
short-term profits
unresilient
compassion re-delete,
permanent social-cultural distancing
experienced as eco-political apartheid defeat.
For pathological climate remediation
we historically
and culturally at least try
multicultural health mediation,
nonviolent communication,
polypathic emancipation,
polyphonic optimization
restoring green ecofeminist pacification.
I think I shall never see
a difference in an organic tree
and a Win/Win communication string
restructuring through annual developmental time,
or an ecopolitical climate healthcare network
observed from outside
sacred health/wealth space.
Perhaps all examples
of a whole metabolic health optimizing system.
And,
if there be equitable differences
in-between polyphonic and polyvagal sensory systems,
one environmental and the other interior,
Perhaps also integral resemblances
between linear verbally cognized causes
with non-verbal felt effects
predict future co-arising non-surprises
In sometimes ever widening
deep listening
win/win ego/eco-health care
co-arising green cooperative new deal systems
EcoFeminist life multiculturing
nonviolent communication networks
for restorative justice
through polycultural community mediation,
Perhaps calling for analogous skill sets
for analysis
through integral permaculture design
with non-zero zone Whole EarthSystemic
resonant co-empathic therapeutic experiences
on the Right
and resilient cooperative wealth
win/win investment
on our Left
Of one whole metabolic health optimizing
value system.
We sat at the Rehearsal Dinner for my Son and his beautiful bride-to-be.
After the food and desserts and coffee,
It came time to raise our glasses.
We had already gone through the awkwardness
Of special accommodations
Of meetings with people who had been at odds with us over the years.
But when it came time to toast the groom
They said wonderful things.
I was silent, in listening mode.
I had my toast in my heart.
A toast of thanksgiving for all the mercy he had shown me
Over the years.
I hadn’t been the best father
Treading water just to keep myself
Afloat - above water.
But…that mewling, pink, naked person
That I was the first to hold
Was always someone I would have taken a bullet for.
Despite my ineffectiveness
He’d grown into a fine man
With talent and a spirit of fire.
There were many remembrances that I heard
In other tongues than my own
But bearing resemblances to my own experiences.
My heart soared like an Eagle
I took some credit for the “him” he had become.
They said wonderful things.
© Richard A. Martin, Jr., MD, CPC, 2017