Day by day
within each passing shadow,
surging strength
to grow from fear through time.
Night by night
without full hope of living,
doubt pervades
my troubling mind’s worst fears.
Night by day
and day by night
within each dwelling passion,
faith I find
to live despite dark nights.
Day by night
and night by day
we dream co-dwelling passions,
loves as lives
to die apart in light,
to fly as part of bright.
CoGravitating Time
Could calculating dualdark ergodic matter
as 95% of universal disintegrity,
rather than 50%,
be a bilateral difference
between assuming ten-prime numeric systems
rather than fractal-prime relational
co-equivalent spacetime
0-sum WinWin
polypathic deductive/inductive
4D RealTime cooperative dynamics?
Insisting on our metric investment in linear dissonant algorithms
when nature composes in spiraling octaves of double-binding fractal color,
fragrance,
nutrition,
regenerative health and degenerative pathology?
Is binomial encryption
like bilateral carbon enscription
for four DNA eyes
to bicamerally
Either/Or
Both/And
see,
and frame,
and reframe,
and thereby creolize
polypathically?
I noticed that one of the Kennedy patriarchs,
probably a Joseph or John or Ted
or Tim or Matthew or Mark or Luke,
Why do they all begin to look and sound the same to me?
Anyway, one of these informed and educated and good guys
responded to decriminalizing ingestion of THC,
cautioning us regarding potential public health hazards.
While I share some of these bleary and yet specific concerns,
Mr. Kennedy and I do seem to view these potential pathological influences
through two quite different frames of reference.
He approaches dangers of THC influence
in contrast to a population that would otherwise presumably ingest
organic goat’s milk and wild honey.
I see the prospects for a THC cooperative addicted society
in pleasant contrast
to our current alcohol degenerative indigestion
addicted to bipolar competing ecopolitical disculturation.
From a public health perspective,
given only a choice between THC or alcohol decriminalization,
the evidence of history appears to vote
for the more regenerative THC.
Now,
if we could addict honey bees to THC pollen,
and goats to voraciously forage on marijuana fibers,
and we became the land of goat milk and THC honey;
that, I suppose,
would be so much more
our healthier wealth of opportunity.
When I imagine my iconic vistas of love,
I watch a sunset
red and yellow,
purple and pink,
bruised lavendar and darkening grey
until pointing jagged mountain peaks
turn to black understoried landscape
plunging against gravity
toward slowly emerging sea
of glittering stars
strobeless yet twinkling pinpoints
of light’s long poignant memories.
When I imagine this vista
I also see
through my velvet brown-skinned manchild’s deep autumnal eyes
starting back and forth,
side to side,
without capacity or need for language
to absorb Earth’s dusky light and pine-soaked scent
turning up toward dancing brights,
’til dawn’s epiphany of grey,
then nearly violent, love.
When I imagine iconic eros vistas
and feel internal agape
conjoining philos,
appearing nowhere
except together,
like Yang strong bright
and Yin flow night.
What if we were song,
sacred litany?
What if,
What if we were dance,
gracefilled choreography?
What if we were energy,
therapeutic information?
Naked trees
joining navels
from native mother to nurture mother
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.
What if?
What if we became tireless time,
reorganizing space?
Irreplaceable climates
within humid organic history.
I am not your place
and sadly not mine
with authority to displace
or responsibility to replace.
I am not my face.
We are designed to fall apart,
even with unlikely careful wear.
So what?
No excuse to surrender
to daily worn out deaths.
Well excused to rise this day
ready for each dusk
without anticipation
for love or lust
rain or dust
win or bust.
It’s just us
wearing down the best we can.
What if,
What if we were each a song
resonating one per measure,
beating Earth’s shortest line dance?
What if we were timeless energy,
resonating freestyle consciousness?
The permacultural professional’s definition of enculturing math:
Counting and discounting,
multiplying and dividing,
nutritional seed (capital) diverse re-investment guilds
to solve problems of cooperative wealth values
and dissonant pathological disvalues.
The bicameral geo-mathematician’s bilateral dilemma:
To get from 0 to 1, (nomial stasis)
one must also get from 0 to 2, (binomial diastasis)
and perhaps best back again,
to simultaneously resolve,
yet never consecutively linear-sequence
in real natural-spiritual equivalent spacetime 4-prime dimensions
of Special Case InFormational Dynamics,
to 1 median, septic and dipolar,
with 0 before and 2 implied after,
whether positive,
or double-negative,
or, co-arising nondually,
both LeftYang (+1) and Right exformatively recessive Yin (-,-)0.
Resonant BiCameral Resolutions:
Exchange Vertical-Universal deductive/inductive interdependence,
co-relation,
co-gravity,
co-arising
with co-equivalent
Horizontal-BiLateral Left-Right
both +1 blank slate, and notnot (0)-sum interdependence,
cooperative Yang/Yin ecopolitical co-redeeming resonance.
Reiteratively enthymeme
cooperatively healthy creolizing (0)-sum WinWin Communication will
to extend 4Prime Basic EcoTherapeutic HealthWealth Fractals,
like our oh-so-regenerative DNA,
strings of bilateral polypathic hypostatic theory
dipolar co-arising
Gaia Hypothetical
co-gravitating dualdark ZeroSum
regenerating prime 4-Base
nurturing/strong reiterating root systems
of regenerating Positive/NotNotNegative
double-binding
self/other perpetuating
ecosystems
echoing stems
of bilateral strings….
If we invested more educational mentoring time
sharing our own mixed-use and neglectful abuse
poetic wisdom stories,
and less time memorizing exegetical LeftBrain histories,
we might more cooperatively learn to live healthier together
and to internally die less, apart.
An under-exploited difference between comedy and tragedy
may discover you have a story to vulnerably share
more than recover from some dogma you compulsively need
to competitively seed and repeat,
because you are so sure your audience
is too dim to fully appreciate
your authentic story
vulnerably glory and gory shared.
Humus is a profound icon of eco-creolization
toward the regenerative fertility of soils
Just as humor is a surprising ergodic pattern of ego-re-creolization
toward cooperative extension of polypathy,
ecopolitical empathy,
universal trust more than reductively dominant mistrust.
It seems climatically important,
and chronically profound,
for educators and politicians
and other public/private health v pathology professionals
to notice the primary audience for poetry is poets,
for philosophy, is other philosophers,
for math, is other mathematicians,
for scientific specialists, other co-branded specialists,
yet for cooperative economics, everyone
of all species
and all regenerations of time’s health-wealth potential.
This feels like both an EarthDay risk
and a post-millennial therapeutic climate opportunity.
Poetry and philosophy are written,
and most broadly distributed,
produced,
networked,
cooperatively-reinvested,
with other non-elite poetic and philosophical souls in mind,
some with poetic and wisdom-loving skill-sets themselves,
and some who have only hungry unfulfilled cooperative-yearning souls.
Many of these hungry,
more chronically stressed,
RightBrain dominantly represeed,
casualties,
are among our homeless,
our uncounted unemployed and under-vocationed,
our brothers and sisters,
our children,
with more mental pathologies
than mental health.
How could we hope to teach,
much less co-mentor,
co-redeem,
healthy and wealthy science and math,
much more reading and multiculturally honest writing,
by removing their historical roots
in poetry and philosophical experience
and multicultural (0)-sum health-wealth
emerging from optimally regenerative WinWin ego/ecotherapies?
It feels ecopolitically
and intellectually dishonest
to further subsidize the distopian assumption of Might Makes Right
EitherWin/OrLose evolutionary theories
when Earth’s multicultural evidence
for Right (0)-Sum BiLateral Flow Relationship
building co-invested nutritional wealth
evolves and revolves so regeneratively redundant
and reiterative
and abundantly obvious BothLeft/AndRight.
Our tragedy is not just that patriarchal competition culture
is currently overpopulating the FirstWorld supremacist face of Earth,
although that is a profound climate health issue,
Climates of struggling health
and humanely unfulfilled landscapes of potential wealth
are even more seminally rooted
in LeftBrain cultural dominance
currently in last historical gasp
of over-populating each of our capitalist monoculturing days
to the point of extinguishing therapeutic values of more cooperative nights
and reproductive rights,
with or without full moons,
but under a sea of stars
now fading from view
and multicultural reweaving memory.
If we invested more time
sharing our own mixed-use wisdom stories,
and less time memorizing LeftBrain pathologies,
we might more cooperatively learn to live healthier,
with good humor, together
and to internally die less tragically, apart.
YangEgo is endosymbiotic
as Yin EcoHome grows ectosymbiotic.
These two faces of cooperative change
dipolar co-arise creolization,
transubstantiation,
metamorphic re-acclimation
within as without;
Interior landscape evolution
as exterior climates of great and small transitional revolutions.
To become polypathic should feel regenerative, good, positive,
maybe even beautiful, graced,
like we are inviting only the positive karmic stuff of Earth
and humanity.
Pathology, on the other hand, is degenerative,
negative antipathy,
it is reductive.
While health, fed by consistently good sensory-neural nutrition,
is regenerative,
positive empathic trust;
it is inductive–
which is double-bind notnot deductive,
degenerative,
negative.
A polypathic double-negative
regeneratively inductively feels
like it could only equal a polynomial positive,
as notnot equals yes.
So regenerative life becomes equivalent to notnot fully degenerated death,
yet.
PolyPathology is the ecopolitics of how these two are
and are not
equivalent normative-descriptive
and ethical-prescriptive
positive WinWin values
and notnot double-binding LoseLose disvalues,
empathic trusts and anti-pathic distrusts,
with multiculturing-creolizing Tipping Points
of polypathic equilibrium in-between,
midway YangLeft and YinRight.
Paths,
to science and religion and philosophy,
share one bilateral nature/spirit
dynamically nutritional health/pathology,
ecology,
ethology,
theology,
one bicameral Way,
BothAnd bilateral truths,
multiculturing-acclimating-creolizing lives,
dipolar co-arising Tao,
Sacred Evolutions of EarthAcclimation
and YinFlow ReVolutions of ReAcclimation-Reversion.
You can imagine how the monocultural surface and interior of both sun and moon
appear and sound and feel,
hot and cold and airless.
But,
can you imagine how the multicultural surface and color-drenched soils of Earth
would so miraculously appear
and longingly sound
and polypathically feel
green and blue and ultra-violet,
dark and light,
neither too hot or cold or airless to survive
and potentially thrive,
as regeneratively viewed from either sun or moon?
Can you reweave this muticulturing miracle
of cooperatively owned and managed climate
for breathing in self-acclimating Yang
to breathe out re-acclimation of our WinWin-YinYin LightSquared-Fractal
re-investing Earth,
home,
ego/eco-conscious CenterCommons,
full-color violet transcendent denseblack/whitelight octaves
of fertile ergodic nutritional rhythms,
patterns ecopolitical notnot pathological?
If so,
then you,
like any creature capable of seeing both sun and moon,
and imagining how Earth’s regenerativity would feel fertile by comparison,
are well on our way of reweaving healthier cooperative climates
of polypathic WinWin consciousness.
When I was a new seminarian
I had a favorite parish priest mentor
who told me the best way to die
is while having an orgasm.
I wasn’t sure if I could ask
why he was so exclamatory sure
of his nakedly compromising position.
I did not really know him all that well,
although he seemed to be a swell up kind of Father.
Perhaps I looked a bit nervous
because he hastened to reassure me
the reason he is enamored of orgasms,
of diastatic experience,
is because they transcend our language boundaries
between Eros and Agape.
Orgasms are ecstatic climatic events,
warm full-bodied memories
of mindbody interdependence,
of holistic cooperative ecopolitics within
every organ and cell,
muscle and happy little ego-subsystem
groaning out this profoundly universal Yes!
with both LeftBrain audio-visual Eros
and RightBrain universally interdependent
neural-sensory climate of Agape.
I didn’t know what to say to this bicameral-sexual therapy.
But, if this is an option for how to die,
it does sound like the only good one I have ever heard.
So I said that.
And then my mentor suggested I go home
and practice
living that same way.
Note: To Fr. Gary Kennedy, who is not on the Catholic Church’s Great Wall of Shame, yet also not on the Church’s Great Wall of Patriarchal Wisdom, where he might more ecstatically reside. With warm gratitude.
