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I heard today
a corporate goal
"To free the world of cancer."
What I heard, instead,
"To free the Earth of human toxic nature."
Often rooted
in feelings of not belonging,
not being good enough,
not even fitting in sufficiently,
too toxic,
unbenign,
too loudly aggressive
and/or quietly sinister
to be known and appreciated as I am,
as we are
and can deeply learn to love.
Feeling unappreciated
and excluded
can easily confuse discrimination felt effect
with explicit intent to discriminate against
one-self
Can confuse left-hemisphere deductive cultural privilege
with Straight
White
Male
middle-class through filthy rich
Militaristic-Capitalistic-Fundamentalist Supremacy.
I worry
our left-hemispheres invest too much
in from-above theologically-driven
retributive justice for sins of our Fathers
and anthropocentric analysis
Before noticing possibilities
for win/win economic/ecologic prime relationship
co-passionate empowering bilateral feelings
responsible ego/eco wants
ecofeminist needs,
longings to win by others losing their patriarchal sense of belonging,
longings to win with EarthBound Others winning,
longings to not lose too awfully much more
while over-privileged
over-fed
over-watered left hemispheres
And emotively under-educated
right hemispheres continue to lose hope of safety,
to lose faith in economic/ecological co-investment
through resilient/resonant cooperative thoughts
and feelings and actions,
non-violent communications and co-educations
featuring GoldenRule energy democracy
listening before performing,
acting and reflecting,
regenerating positives and degenerating negatives
Which generally involves
a great deal more curiosity-driven listening
for win/win neglect,
And a lot less brazenly proclaimed shaming
and blaming
for past win/lose abuse,
like a cancer
rabid and viral Yang
overpopulating living Earth
while not worshiping Her
Right hemisphere
sacred flow of yin-time
dipolar co-arising
ecologically co-relational
health-resonant
warm-latticed womb
of energy democracy motions
more win/win empowering
benign
organic peace,
ease supplanting disease.
If cleanliness
thrives next to godliness,
could wealthy White Houses,
slick and in their capital-sucking groove,
survive when paired with homelessness?
This question presupposes
perhaps a radical view
that divine powers are more homeless
than secured behind military-industrialized,
greed capitalized,
plutocratic White Houses.
Is your god's aspirations
toward Earth's homeless sustainable revolution,
where outside is benign inside
and inside out vice-versa?
Or leaning more toward supplanting human nature's industrial needs
with politically self-empowering greeds--
gates closed against the rabble?
I suppose your god
could remain both egocentric
and become more ecocentric,
just as the White House
could remain a temporary shelter
for those empowered by co-empathic wisdom
of our humane species' ultimate homelessness
without a healthy Earth.
But, in White Houses of this sort,
the gates, if needed,
open from both sides.
The perimeter fence grows lower slower
which is not higher faster self-absorption.
The lawns North and South and East and West
extend toward all our homeless cousins,
Elders not yet burned and buried from healthy memory,
and those yet to become born from matriarchal wombs
into a more sustainable revolution
of shared homelessness.
Where Earth is home
sufficient for all,
or we all continue toward climates of homelessness
in gated Only White Houses Matter
of nationalistic greed
far surpassing Earth's need
for vulnerability and integrity
of a multiculturally homeless
co-messianic
co-redemptive
recreative bodhisattva warrior;
a reweaving god
of and for omnipotently co-operative love.
My love travels lengthy distances,
Before yesterday and beyond tomorrow.
Its journey encounters many obstacles,
With raptured joy and painful sorrow.
These times yield lessons always, that is,
If there's a willingness to learn.
While supplanting some long-held beliefs,
Though fearing failure if you crash and burn.
This emotional energy displays great power,
As it navigates through day and night.
While maintaining a course ever forward,
Mapping through blazing sun or moonlight.
When all the words are spoken,
And everything has been said.
The love that consumed, finds eternal peace,
Among the living and the dead.
My litmus test question
for supreme and more everyday justice makers
organic bakers
RealTime fakers:
Have you read research results
comparing retributive justice unhealthy outcomes
to those of good-faith restorative
cooperative
justice processes?
Repairing green reparations
rather than locking up long-held repressive sexist lies
and throwing away liberty's dwindling healthy discernment key
ring of bilateral co-passionate consciousness.
Could you justify voting against abortions
for those you have raped and pillaged
and still wear the mask of restoring justice
for all broken minds and embodied hearts?
When restorative criminal justice
invites and complies with WinWin peace-filling standards,
how much greater the legal-moral constitutional system
inviting and complying with transparent WinWin democracy
standards of and for co-operating health
with wealth
rather than
ego-eco anti-therapeutic lack of mutual invitation
Leaving rapacious room for anthro-centric stages
of monoculturing punishment,
retribution,
revenge
less sacred
and more secular locking up wild ecofeminist creativity
passionate restoring nativity
For historical Win-Lose evolutionary naivety
supplanting cultural Win-Win SpaceTime relativity.
I wonder if THC
and our Holy Cooperative Spirit
could be cousins
like Grandmother Moon
and Grandmother Tree.
Why do you want to wonder
about something as curious as that,
dear?
Oh, I don't recall, really.
It just came up in conversation a few minutes ago.
Honey,
your breakfast is still a figment of your hopeful imagination,
so who on Earth were you conversing with a few minutes ago?
I was in the backyard
talking with the trees,
and the extended family question just came up
and down
and in
and out.
Honey,
when you take your morning meds,
and then go out to your sit spot
and talk to the trees...
Yes?
Would you do me a favor?
What's that?
Would you listen more,
and invoke curses against climate hate-mongerers
and malingerers
less?
You scare our more pedestrian neighbors.
But I was listening.
The trees were talking
in their windblown surfing voices
of autumn colored breeze
swaying like Green Fairy SkyWoman
Blessing each falling leaf
spinning tales
revolving moral compasses
drifting from win to lose
coming to rest where they first gave birth,
Blessed by Grandmother Moon's ultra-violet rhythms
lights
and dual dark dilemmas,
mystery,
everyday awe
expecting sacred wonder.
Oh, well then,
I was wondering why you were so quiet out there...
So, what's your plan for today?
I thought I might plant more trees.
Want some company?
If we both listen more,
and ask impatient questions less.
Planting already faithful saplings
or merely hopeful seeds
of co-relationship?
Depends on how long we care to be remembered
for our civil kindness,
green cooperative intent,
revolutionary winning trees and winning people values
norms
voices natural and spiritual
bilaterally democratic spinning energy,
healthy merits and unhealthy demerits,
regenerative plantings more than degenerate uprootings,
climate health supplanting wealth of disease,
unease,
dissonant disassociating trees.
Dearest,
I'm having trouble following some of your connections.
Do you think that's the THC
or Holy Cooperative Spirit whispering?
Yes, love.
When you love someone.
When you love someone, they possess your whole mind
they're in control of your entire body, soul and time.
When you love someone, their absence is cruel torture
dark shadows of solitude follow their brisk departure.
When you love someone, your darkness turns to light
their moonlight brightens even your blackest night.
When you love someone, you love their imperfections
idiosyncrasies, irritations melt under love's reflection.
When you love someone, it's complete and forever
time seems to stand still, whenever you're together.
When you love someone, you always put them first
living altruistically, allowing love's illusion to burst.
When you love someone, their smile mesmerizes
supplanting desperation with hopeful surprises.
When you love someone, your whole life changes
disillusion cedes to hope, your mind, it rearranges.
When you love someone, you feel totally complete
desires satiated with pleasurable emotions replete.
John Derek Hamilton
December 15, 2015
It's six days since
the Hole was dug...
First frost clings now
to newly turned earth,
to shunted sod,
to stones, to pebbles.
A grave grows colder
today than yet it's been...
Hearts grow busy, too.
Supplanting last images
with happier ones.
The heart and mind curate
a story to tell and re-tell;
to tell ourselves. To hold back
the ghosts.
~~~
It’s a year and some four months
since its been six days,
today.
The field, once buttercupped,
had been for Iris to wander.
His field, unbuttered.
She ignored what he’d eat.
A square of yellow beside a square of green.
(If only you’d seen!)
Her white, stark, above the fresh-cut ginger yellow
field.
Then, in a month of summer, her field...
greened.
She a cloud above a lawn.
He a sienna burning in the
Summer sun.
His field daisied and hers green.
The yellow square now green.
The green square now white.
She in her place.
He in his.
Trading primaries.
Today, the buttercups began to return to his green-then-white
field.
The place where his grave is.
I notice,
through tears,
that none have grown over his grave.
Ghosts, perhaps,
are flowers.
The beauty returning,
from seeds buried.
Fragile flakes weave a soft duvet of snow
supplanting Fall colors with Winter white.
And blustery breezes begin to blow:
as a sullied sun slowly slips from sight
to the honks of migrating geese in flight.
Winter wails, amidst a flurry of flakes;
Her crystalline aura, composed of ice.
And She starts to freeze the rivers and lakes;
holding life ransom, in cold's crushing vise:
while awaiting Spring's warmth to meet her price.
Fall colors get whitewashed across the land,
Autumn lies buried beneath drifts of snow.
And the naked trees, stripped of their leaves, stand
barren, rooted to where nothing can grow:
even though it used to, not long ago.
A cold chill rides atop a frigid breeze:
all the songbirds have long since flown away.
And the temperature drops by degrees,
till it is too cold to go out to play:
and children are stranded indoors all day.
born under the sea, an irresistible force
two bodies reluctantly embrace, shunting, shifting, tectonic drifting
alongside the southern Iapetus Ocean
equatorial deep-time child of Laurentia and Avalonia
journey northward, surfacing, submerging
surfing the waves again, a colder Hibernian dalliance
precariously perched on Eurasian plate
old bedrock confused, youthful erosion above the ancient order
darkness entombed around channelled winter light
early New Grange civilisation, the Boyne valley before the blood
river mouth vikings, raiding, assimilating
birth of the coming capital, eastern stronghold, Baile Atha Cliath
chain-mail Norman conquerors castle-building
appointing pious supplicants with sword, cloth, crook and cross
wholly unholy alliances unravel
rival hierarchies sharing ill-gotten earthly reward from overseas
saintliness, brutality, men and women
expanding Christendom, pagan kingdoms adjusting to defeat
Patrick, Brigid, Columba, Columbanus
Irish civilising roman catholic conduits, Dalriata to Lindisfarne
outreaching, a strand of Irish character
yet to encounter future revisionary metaphysical thought
protestant rebellion, mainland overspill
praying elites competing, preying on the island's god-fearing people
avian watchers on Skellig pinnacles
warm ocean currents well-up, catching the southwestern gale
enduring the ill-will of nature and man
supplanting, subjugating, saving souls, the power of might and fear
treachery within or well beyond the pale
fair and dark hair, ginger genetics existing on the edge of life
tossed thin people hanging on, many leaving
scraping blighted ground, returning to the sea, promise of the unknown
Whenever I... do remember you
Whenever I...
do remember you...
I feel..a tender warmth,
consoling my pain, as,
your compassionate heart
was what rescued me...
from the bane,
of my fractured state.
Shine on, dear one!
Whenever I...
do remember you...
unsurpassed joy...
washes over me,
like a tidal wave,
vanquishing my sorrow, and,
refreshing my aching soul.
Shine on, dear one!
Whenever I...
do remember you...
a placid peace,
overwhelms my mind,
supplanting charcoal skies,
with resplendent beaming rays,
from your shining eyes.
Shine on, dear one!
Whenever I...
do remember you...
I come alive, resurrected by,
the fragrance of your love,
I am revived, by inhaling,
perfumed memories of our...
amour sans fin.
Shine on, dear one!
John Derek Hamilton
April 24,2018