I find my home

a rural agrarian kinda place

warmly displays across my eyes

and face,

peopled incarnation of shared dreams

from permacultural paradise.

 

All her places and spaces feel good,

smell perfectly like we

are meant to come together.

Home reveals her spousal face,

mutually active nurturing place

to grow secure plans

and plays,

designs and positive dialogues,

liturgies and reality off-screenplays

with peaceful justice love themes

scored for lyrical fractals

and (0)-sum cooperative economies,

well networked nest of compassionate intent

weaving mind-filling informational practice.

 

Our farm evolves herself as loving incubator

planting springs and strings and roots of hope

for regenerative farmers growing selves

with others solidarity,

composting mutual subsidiarity

to synergize love’s Earth Intelligence

for sustaining life

in permacultured bliss.

 

Summer’s weeds strain when pulled and plucked

to analyze which might mulch our flowering produce

of positive healthy affect, effect,

absorbing rich yeast nutrients

through open system skin and minds

bent toward cooperative confluence,

shunning cognitive dissonance,

both Yang’s triumphal passion

for Yin’s shy dexterity

and lightning speed of intuition

swimming swirls of morning fog

hugging Earth’s low slow places,

morning kiss warms sky and still-reclining Earth

goodbye til dusk falls once again

enclosing our permaculturing bed.

 

Ecologic falls like rain

saturating nature’s grounds for time-flow planning.

Harvest positive deviant seeds

through bicameral information systems

prehending nature’s dynamic revolutions

from inside polar balanced,

from outside revolving rooted trees,

both emerging up and down

embracing Earth’s core gravitas

our thermodynamically balanced compost

for incubating permacultured farmers

and other synergetic polycultural ingredients,

for creating this time and place

where spacetime spins in balance.

 

My permacultured farmhouse becomes me.

We either ride together

or walk separately,

remembering why we can’t go home again,

religioning how we might come home

where every farmhouse

evolves with ecotherapy.