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The Second Principle of Ego and Eco Systems

Obtain a regenerative yield,
a positive,
rather than negative, feedback loop,
better than an absence of harmonic feedback screech
of mental and physical madness,
political parties become monocultural mobbing holocausts,
bodies become cancerous hoarders,
churches designed by and for
hierarchical inequalities of spiritual-natural responsibility
for plutocratic celibate authorities, presumably hetero,
males only,
and don’t even ask them to start thinking outside their god-given triage
about transgenderal nurturing opportunities
within Earth’s nondual co-arising Paradise.

How do we distinguish
between a healthy garden and a weed patch?
By nurtured nutritional outcomes,
positive yield,
inclusively diversifying so more robust profits,
growing healthy wealth creolizing potential,
including harvesting of seeds and bulbs
for our next even more cooperatively self-governing regeneration.

How do we distinguish
between a church or temple or synagogue
and a weed patch?
As above.

How do we distinguish
between playing with abundant time vocations
and indentured competing against time servitudes?
Same answer,
where seeds and bulbs
are cooperative,
organic,
unfold reverse-hierarchically, from within,
composed of and for multiculturing interdependent relationships
which we nutritionally enable together
as Earth’s Common Cooperative Church as Garden
producing positive nutritious yields
again,
for and of future faithful self-with-other
ego/eco balancing
regenerators,
doing our best to obtain a positive every-day
at-home
responsible yield for us, together
cooperatively-held, owned, governing,
nurturing and nutritious authorities.

The Second Principle of Permaculture Design:
Capture and ReInvest
your regenerative vocational yield,
and not so much the other yucky stuff.

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Sowing As We Would Reap

Who is Creator to you?
Are you made in God/Goddess image
or is your Creator made through your best self-image?
Embedded,
incarnating,
co-incarnating,
co-incidental organic-harmonic phenomena
of your nondual inter-communicating mindbody.

What and where is Creator God for you?
Found only in Paradise,
heard and seen and smelled in renewing Promised Eden,
or what remains of healthy organic Earth’s landscapes
and climates.

Did Paradise make humans
in divine Creator’s collective creolizing image
of minerals and water and clay
of love as synergy
requiring radical co-empathic trust?
Or at least inviting profound ecopolitical cooperative ownership.

Where lies and grows,
evolves and revolves,
beauty and truth Paradise?
God’s creation
our shared Earth home for wild nature,
inspiration of each and every polypathic soul
not overly commodified,
entirely domesticated except for conscripting death,
subcontracting terrified killers
of aliens and criminals
who were themselves young victims
of absent Paradise.

God invites armies and navies,
renaturing marines for healing soil,
planting embryonic Paradise trees
so Creator can,
through reincarnate Creations,
rebuild Paradise forests.

We pray to harvest peace
yet do not recall our Creator’s invocation
to plant our healthiest wealth
of Paradise reforested,
a climate home of wonder
altering God’s co-present peace.

 

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Domestic Entertainments

I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
about what adds up toward our shared
and independent
futures.

Then there are cacophonous birds
mourning doves and sparrows
blue jays and robins
yellow finches and ravens
greeting dawning light
as if some unprecedented miracle were unfolding
about which they will chatter and chirp amongst themselves
for many generations to come,
like climate marchers
just happy to be here
for this climaxing stellar event.

Then too I have neighbor watching and listening
which picks up more during afternoons,
after school buses drop off
wounded and yet still wondering kids,
with dogs and cats and even grandparents
to greet them,
while moms and dads slave away
at their own employee entertainments.

Meanwhile squirrels and chipmunks
scold and scamper
with playful industry,
or playing at industry,
who could say?

Worms are burrowing in the garden,
hopefully,
although I hate to interrupt them
solely for my frivolous fancies
regarding appropriate adult entertainment.

They often respond, upon my thunderous devastation
of enlightening presence,
as if they were having some intimate moment
that I have immodestly exposed to light.
I apologize
and move on.

The bumble bees have posted flying sentries
around my front porch,
each flying in place all day long
tiny yellow and black helicopters
engaged in serious military intelligence gathering
over my scandalously erratic comings and goings,
importations and exportations,
exhortations,
and, even worse,
often actually sitting down on their porch’s swing,
rocking back and forth,
and staring back,
just as if I were not least bit intimidated.
Merely curious
about what’s so valuable at home
up under their roof
that they find me such a suspicious alien threat.

But really,
for me,
these bumbling buzzing sentries are merely entertainment.
I especially love to watch
when they occasionally dive-bomb each other
for some inscrutable random whimsy
in which it occurs to me
their placement may be a pageant
having nothing to do with me,
other than my enjoyment
of their benign entertainments
here in this home we share.

While star gazing
and looking for the moon’s rise and fall,
wax and wane,
sailing behind and between diaphanous clouds,
stretch my focus further out at night,
this seems to suit my at home dreams
as do these raucous insects
selling nocturnal sex and happiness
as if my backyard
on down toward the river
were their red light flowing district.

It amuses me,
hearing their combined intensity of purpose,
to continue my entertainments
on through each warm month night
until its time for those gospel choiring birds
to squawk and chirp
whistle and cheep
another at home climate marching dawn.

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Cloud of Knowing

I believe it was Buckminster Fuller
who first posited
a prime appositional,
like Yang and Yin,
but his was:
Energy is to physical nature
as Information is to metaphysically languaged systems.

And,
if we were to add the Yin and Yang
of this positivist-regenerative observation,
we could further nuance regenerate with degenerate:
Energy is to cooperative nurturance
and, therefore, Entropy is to degenerative chaos,
as Information is to regenerative ecosystemic co-intelligence
as fractal ExFormation (dialectal decomposition, creolization, reversion, spacetime reversal, inside-outside)
is to dualdark bicameral ego/eco-systemic consciousness.

And,
we might further speculate
that organic nature
convex (yang) unfolds
following RNA/DNA fractal-fertile deep-learning functions,
revolutionarily and syncretically co-resonant
bilateral concavely (yin) infolding,
back and in toward Left-Right ZeroSum ecobalancing embryonic climates
of regeneration OVER inside degeneration/denomination;

Three dimensional space
over one bilaterally dimensioning
spiral revolving
Yang/Yin flow and ebbing
TaoTime.

And,
should all the above make sensory-neural nurturing sense to you
as to me,
especially if also with you,
then this might help us understand why
those theologians
and teleologists
and ethologists
and psychologists
and ecologists
who open their discussions to the broadest cooperative points
of appositional dipolar compare and contrast,
such as Western PreMillennial Capitalist v NonElect
and Eastern PostMillennial Syncretic-Creolic NonDualist,
hypostatizing hypotheses of co-arising co-gravitation
are those most articulate
about this climate health revolution
of Beloved Cooperative Communities
within wealthy interdependent bio-regions,
at these post-modern invisible in/ex-formational hands
of bilaterally balancing nature-spirit intent.

If we can learn to sing together
in resonant harmonies
of and for multiculturing creolic languages,
and we have and can do more,
must do all we can of such ecotherapeutic singing,

If we can learn to dance together
in flowing cooperative steps,
rather than competitive ecopolitical locked-up frozen marches
over and around each others’ steps,
and we have and can do more
of this ecological flowing dance,
and must,
because we can,
then we can also use these same skill sets
for achieving more resonant climate-minds and landscape-bodies
deep learning Earth’s CoOperative PermaCulturing Opera.

We can each capture learning to grow into re-invested loving
together,
as cooperative Earth-owners and Golden Rule democratizing lovers,
we do in fact already own and govern and nurture Earth;

But, apart,
divided by competing silos of monoculturing ecopolitics,
we own nothing but a future of further potential ego/eco dis-equilibrium,
Yanging against Yin
rather than YinYang-Squared-Dialectal WinWin
through our song and dance gaming wu wei
in-between full-octave harmonics,
midway opulence,
multiculturing-creolizing further revolutioning evolutions
of zero-sum ecopolitically resonant spacetime.

If we can sing and dance cooperatively
better than competitively
then we can also love and learn
and work and play cooperatively,
multiculturally,
better than competitively,
monoculturally.

We sound better together
as Earth’s global gospel choir,
and look better too,
than we do as Earth’s mutually mistrusting post-climatic decomposing
hooded
ashamed of our own rifle-aiming mess,
pests,
rabidly overpopulating pestilence,
instead of resonant opulence.

We really only have the one bilateral balancing choice
for healthy wealth.
I mean, who would choose pestilence
over cooperative opulence
other than a cloud of unknowing
abused and neglected sociopath?

Ergodic dialectals
are ionic balancing binomials,
as good humors and climates
are ironic balancing ecologicals
and analogically dipolarish,
fractal deep becoming zero-sum co-intelligence,
hybrid nature-spirits
of each more cooperatively opulent ego/eco
organic/harmonic
biosystem.

We all breathe out Yang
and WinWin Yin in
this same bilateral double-binding acclimating way,
just as our sacred bicameral hearts
each and all beat diastolic opening
and diastatic to close cooperative/competing co-intensions
BothAnd together.

I believe it was Bucky Fuller who first LeftBrain languaged:
Ergodically reiterative energy is to bilaterally communicating physical nature
as Ionic-Bionic In-Ex Formation is to metaphysically languaged systems,
marching toward cooperatively responsible
and responsive co-ownership
to and for and of flowing synergetic interdependence.

 

 

 

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Climate Health Marching

Marching and dancing and singing
in and of and for healthy climates
regenerating wealthy landscapes,
ideally coming together,
like masturbating in pubic,
but subtly, and trans-genderally clothed,
only on the inside as if outside,
cuming together as one new multicultural regenerator march.

Sexy strutting marchers
but with opulent simplicity
remixing mindbody co-arisings,
with polyculturing health-wealth
resonating perpetual just-right foreplay climates,
then simulcasting decomposing re-investments,
of and for self and other
cooperatively,
and sacredly,
internally as externally,
perpetuating our collective climax fertility.

Climate marchers that cum together
spray cooperative ownership and mutual-governance
to gather future generations of climate-healthy marchers
as public,
yet resonantly private,
master incubators.

This liturgy of sexy climate marching
grows room and spaces,
folds and places,
for both sad becomings into ego-loss,
making more room to commence with singing glad
being Earth’s echoing climax
of zero-sum eco-gain,
rhythmed not sin to sin,
but Win to Win further healthing days
and fertile nights.

My climate march
begins at midnight
with sad responsive songs of dualdark longing
to be rid of depressing competitive pathologies,
then rise with dawning trusted landscapes
to greet this new EarthDay,
to sing and dance and march
with glorious cuming resonant echoes
shimmering through Earth’s capital domes and turrets,
until we ring together
West and East
Left and Right
Yang and Yin
in perpetually resonating climax.

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Marching Climate Choreographers

In dancing,
as in 4-dimensional spacetime organic life,
we have two primary functions:

The Yang-strength function bears weight
to remain standing despite gravity,
upright in some often vertically-challenged capacity.

The Yin function is balance
which calls for more concentrated emphasis on flexibility
and appositional symmetry,
bilaterality
and tri-laterality
and moving quad-laterality.

When couples dance
often partners with greater strength
will assume the more Yang empowering role,
while the other partner
will complement their collateral dual destiny
by electing to concentrate more on Yin’s co-nurturing role
of flexibility,
symmetry,
flow of nondual co-arising balance
as a couple.

Those who are premeditatively predestined toward dance
may also co-redemptively choose
to interdependently co-invest,
both vertically against gravity
and horizontally co-gravitating
through ego/eco-systemic flow,
capital enraptured LeftBrain,
yet also full mindbody Elder RightBrain
eco-reinvesting flow
of God’s StrongCreation Stories
as Goddess’s humane-divine ReGenerative Dance.

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Succeeding Days

How old was I
when each succeeding year
each successive year
became each falling year,
each failing year?

How old was I
when each year fell away
as did each month and week and day,
both succeeding less
and failing more
resigned to fade out play?

How old is just right maturity
of days falling off
away?

My calendar begins with clearly given rebirth dates,
succeeds toward organic dusk conclusions
on a day and week and month
within a year not yet quite fully numbered
and yet already fading toward some numeric memory
for those who remain succeeding
more than failing
through days and nights of fears
and faith
our wins outweigh these latticed losses.

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A Declaration of Interdependence for Our Times

teapeasea2014's avatarSalamander's World

Months ago, I put up my last post, on the topic What are we for? In the interim, there have been ample new opportunities to find yet more things to be against. Attacks on access to healthcare. Arrests and deportations of immigrants. Military engagements abroad of questionable value and wisdom. Dramatic reversals of the country’s longstanding commitment to provide for a cleaner and healthier environment. Serious suspicions that the electoral process itself was materially influenced by foreign agents working in concert with people closely connected to Mr. Trump. In an epoch when the shallowness of the consensus around common values has become evident and when there is no longer broadly shared understanding about what may be taken as true, it is no surprise that currents of fear, outrage and despair are running strong. The good news is that  many citizens have discovered that a viable and healthy democracy depends on…

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Last Climate of Night

Lyrics to Auld Lang Syne
Jim Scott, inspired
Gerald Dillenbeck, deranged

May all who venture forth today
be welcome ‘ere we go,
And those who risk a gesture kind
reap all that we would sow.

For love will reach across this time
disarming anger here.
Let all misunderstanding rest
these last hours of our fear.

May all find shelter in our warmth
of new friends as with old,
Where errors past may be forgiv’n,
bright futures swell foretold.

Beyond these embers dying here
to raise a flame anew
Unbound by clock and climate fear,
our song rings clear and true.

Let tales of loss and victory
inspire us all again
And may bold resolve find support
of healthy climate friends.

Surrender final judgments here
so small in vast pretext.
Thus might these last nights of our fear
be first lights of what’s next.

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