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Final Farewell

Enjoy our parting day
the young girl child,
now full-grown wise Elder,
reminded me,
the brother she had taught to flex male muscle
without overbearing her Sister Gaia powers.

On this classic sun-baptizing fragrant May morning,
reflecting this same gently caressing day I was born
into earlier centuries of flowering cultures,
she prepares to leave me
perhaps forever
as the length of our pilgrimage together
grows long enough to tip more poignant hello
into operatic final exit goodbyes.

I remember what I might have felt at two,
when she joined me
inviting me into our special shared world,
loving our polycultural identities,
nondual twins since infant-fairy magic,
not having previously known
how lonely love is without her.

Now, to stare remaining years ahead
without seeing and feeling her morning through evening present voice,
facing my own ecology of each Ego identity dying alone,
inevitably without her, or anyone,
dying without incarnate memories
of unconditionally cooperative and active love.

I remember
at two or three,
toddling outdoors in my most terrifying wild ways
exploring gardens and barns
chickens and pigs and milkcow domesticated wildness,
and returning to your crib to report back
all these wonderful worlds we would welcome
if you could only learn to walk and talk
with me.

I need not say farewell
as I learn to see forward as dying
into these deep rich memories
of learning to walk and talk with Sister Gaia’s Welcome,
yet sometimes tipping, Wagon.

Chauvenist anthro-elitism
disappears as we stop over-investing in dominant negative
competitive
Yang, outweighing Yin’s more integrally inclusive flow powers,
politically and economically,
personally and as a species,
intergenerationally and cross-culturally
now under-invested in polyculturing mutual-equity cooperative investments.

What is our mutual time-investment balance on this farewell date?
Do our mutual equity values line up, match, balance, absorb any lifetime losses?
Sister Gaia’s regenerative trends
grow ever deeper cooperative equity-reinvestment designs,
plans,
policies and procedures for further self and other development
through EarthTribe Revolutions,
PolyPathic EcoConsciousness,
WinWin Life as LoveGame Health Theory.

We give evil, dissonant farewells,
nondual negative Janus-faces of Yang/Yin imbalance
power
by seeing these toxins and poisons
and personifications of eviL,
as other than absence of good
Yang/Yin balanced nutritional Co-Creation Stories.

This Final Farewell Memory
eternally coarising
Earth’s Embryonic UnFolding
of Love as stretching BiLateral Time’s Black Hole
(0)Rigin Tipping MidWay ReVolutions
Yang(+) = Yin(-,-)
ThermoDynamic Prime Eulerian Co-ReGenerative Universal Function
Intelligent ZenZero Tao-Balanced fractal RNA-iconic-ionic enlightenment
as Time’s bilaterally unfolding regenerate matters
of EarthTribe’s healthy enculturating-revolving futures.

Final Farewell
remembering my original embryonically environmental Hello,
Here We Are
together again-still
incarnating in and out,
back and forth,
up as down,
Yang-out as Yin-in.

While Autumn farewell bears time’s reputation for messy falls from grace,
this is prophesied in spring seedling beginnings
bearing message memories merging coarising births
of EarthTribe multigenerational,
polypathic,
His/Her Creation Story,
coarising nondual identities,
within Earth’s ecology of regenerate-revolving design,
seasonal praxis,
polyculturally deep enriching outcomes,
by turning down RightFisted AnthroSupremacy
to balance Left/Right Zero-Centric EcoSystemic Investment
and divestment, double-negative equivalent
WinWin DiPolarity Outcomes
ReGenerate Network Game Theory Development
of Form
from BiLateral-Temporal Prime Relational (0)-FractalFunction.

Enjoy this parting day
I have so loved beginning again together,
our mutually co-invested Creation Story.

Enjoy our continuing
final farewell day.

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Afflicting Comforts

We are too comfortable with personal and public policies
enslaving and then raping Earth for another fossil fuel fix,
too coldly pillaging forests and fertile vegetation
for anthro-lust of evermore political domesticity of Earth,
craving economic sold-out played-out commodification
of Earth’s soil,
too blind to our shared international nutritional cooperative WinWin Soul,
too addicted to poisoning Earth’s oceans and all waters as our toilets
unless piped into our cathedrals of spiritual elitism,
too short-sighted to notice an ecosystemic flush valve
smelling of depopulating climate revenge.

These do not feel like appropriate ways for folks
to say thanks to our Elders,
namaste for DNA’s regenerating heritage,
Great Creation Story,
or fuck you to future drowning and starving and wilting
failure-to-thrive regenerators,
too “you’re not welcome” and “not all lives matter”
to our own transcultural grandchildren,
nephews, nieces, cousins,
and their cousins, and their Elders,
back through anthro-time.

If you believe you have a more important personal or professional vocation
than to do your share to restore:
the soil where you live,
the family you have been given
to solve love’s karmic syllogistic riddles,
the water you drink
but also the Earth that you pee and eventually die into,
the political and economically cooperative free fresh air
we all need to breathe Yang in
and Yin out,
ecoconsciously,
then you are probably over-invested
in overly-spiritualized non-rationalizations of empty hope,
soothing internal dissonance
about complicity in rape and pillage elite complacency,
LeftBrain anthro-supremacist BusinessAsUsual,
not so Allah Judeo-Christian loving
of our ReGenerative Creator Elder Stories
after all.

Perhaps we are under-invested
in love’s WinWin cooperative network opportunities,
racing too competitively to notice richer healthier potentialities
in polycultural dialogue
within ecologically polypathic dialects
and language of Time’s co-arising light
and dualdark absence of co-empathy.

So go ahead.
Hug a tree.
It won’t do much for the tree
but it’s good for your Earth-natured soul.
Plant an organically intended garden in your daily life development story
that might feed your next seven generations,
regenerate seeds of EarthTribe’s loving evolution.

Do something that shouts out our shared passion for life
and not your whimpering dispassions against death
as if you could eventually persuade yourself
that even you believe,
as you hope others might naively wish,
you could not live fully without bloating days of egocentrism.

Do something, anything, healthy for yourself
that could not possibly become pathological for someone else.
Line up your health and goodness,
your truths and beauties,
your faiths and reasons for being and becoming.
Find their mutually latticed regenerating square-rooting reflections.

Do not slam your identity’s door on the way out to work.
Leave your mind open on your way in to recreate.

 

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Psalm to Earth

I love your rich times,
moments stolen from parched yesterdays,
and stern disciplined tomorrows.
I live your warm scent times of leisure
through future’s dark crimes
and climbs
up egocentric ladders.

I miss our deep earth tones,
light prisms of dew drop in color,
our speech for free reign
before we missed racing DNA rhymes
shouting thinthin shared bones
of resonant echoing polystructures.

I know our love tones
our paradise place for free form
flying empathic spacetime
where Earth’s reasons have rhymes,
and three space dimensions
equal one bilateral NOW time.

I love your vast humor
compassion for fools
fearing only to become
ego-deflated fools together,
your red flows rich manna,
free golden embryonic elixir
of regenesis,
thru fools,
not their crowns

I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit
through co-arising ecosystemic host windows
of angry opportunity and fearful risk,
and Tao’s wu wei between.

Yet, I wonder,
as I gaze out at bicameral co-laterally dynamic trees,
organically planted structures,
how far more alike than different
are RNA within racing DNA regenerating
further polyculturing younger branches
and ecoconscious root systems
of healthy ecotherapeutic Time.

The seeds of polycultural eco-revolutionary cooperatives
already embryonically implied
in monocultural ego-dominant enculturation
of nature’s polypathic regenerating diapraxis,
fractal-functions of zero-zen
Time as BiCamerally Balanced Tao,
Universally MultiIntegrative Self-Perpetuation
through MidWay Tipping Point WinWin
CoOperative PolyCultural Optimization.

I love your rich zero-times,
moments stolen from parched dissonant yesterdays,
and climate learning tomorrows.

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Spring Rain Memories

On these warmer spring nights
we rock in our front porch swing
hearing rain gurgle through satiated soil,
dialects of liquid reflection
speaking about our day,
past days,’
future days of love,
surrendering to dark spring rain intimacy,
but a passing car
spraying wet exhausting whines of power
reminds me you are no longer here.

We speak through smiles
of how we would be
when we ruled our worlds
with less mediocrity,
yet sad you are not here
to hear
what we remember
in my head,
my body warm
against this spring wet breeze.

We hear our breaths
praising stars hidden beyond dark rain night
but resonantly singing soprano arias
while we breathe in to sing back and out together,
but you are not here,
within this future memory of us,
failure to appear
now as here with me
to feel your love
more than an echo in my porch swing mind.

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What You Take

What we take
without asking first,
thanking second,
what is rightfully our property,
our valuables,
our commodities and loves.

Yet we also take
what we are too ashamed to ask for,
then thank
for receiving selfless hand to open hand,
or hate for selfish lack of yes,
or resent negotiating maybes
or strings attached
further growing far more than your rightful share
of shame.

Shame,
engaging high risk acquisition choices
rather than trusting Earth’s grace,
cooperative evolution of relationships
between those who have
and those who want to live healthier,
without shame and guilt
for addictive needs, attractions,
aversions from others’ shame and guilt offerings,
final intimate NO in face of your hungry appetite
for self-regenerative identity,
less shame,
absence of guilt
for having become who you are,
for not having become
as you more lovingly intended
yet.

When did you start asking first
if I want to make our bed together?
Right after I took your breath away
with I would rather do it myself.
Right before I froze your love
because you don’t do it right.

When we take love without first asking
fertile thanks rebounding back,
we grow shame for guilty needs
squeezing out what healthy love
could otherwise breathe in.

What Ego takes without asking
Eco string attaches
Yang to Yin
Left to Right
to LeftRight EcoConsensousness,
asking Ego’s untimely Death first,
thanking Eco’s revolutionary holonic primal life,
second.

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Holy StandUp Matters

In April of this year I began preparing a new organic gardening patch,
planning to have it ready for next year’s expansion from a too-small garden
in front of my recently acquired Connecticut Cape Cod home.

I have neighbors toward southern exposure and behind,
between the Thames River and my sunset-facing backyard.

Here, next to an old, but still purposeful,
forest green fresh-painted deck
lies a mix of some rich dark soil
and some topsoil with unpromising smears of gravel stones
scraped off a dirt driveway
that turned to mud when wet
before I installed a pressed gravel drive last month.

Anyway,
next to the repurposed green deck
lies my new garden incubation project.

I rescued my deck floor last fall
from the bowels of a thorny bramble mountain,
some woody stalks obscenely pushing between heavy 2×6 planks,
now upper faced with little green stubs
since I rolled my lavish green porch paint.
But, the old railing around three sides was beyond rescue.
No longer with us, I’m sorry to say.

A sun exposed potential spot for a garden
emerged from my bramble mountain on the south side of the slightly raised deck,
about eight yards long on each of three sides.
I laid out my cardboard boxes,
stored in the grotesquely damp basement since I finished unpacking
last fall.
After soaking the cardboard,
I covered it with a combination of compost,
top soil harvested from elsewhere on this property,
and peat moss.
Then I spread four to six inches of leaves over all that.

While I wait for this to transform into healthy nutritional soil,
I have been religiously peeing on the leaves.

At first I only reenacted this baptismal ritual under cover of night,
not so much out of modesty
as motivated by kindness,
as the sight of the elderly pasty white man who just moved in next door
outside exposing his peeing penis
might offend fragile first impressions of a fairly sane person
who might be expected to behave more reliably
with regard to neighborly decorum
and more traditional liturgical events.

More recently I started peeing in a yogurt container by daylight,
huddled up against the back porch door
where at least only my backside could ever become visible
to only the backside neighbor, so to speak,
who seems to be something of an ass.
But then, who isn’t?
Then I take my yogurt cup of warm pee
and toss it out across the leaves blanketing my next-year garden plot.

This ritual feels generous,
like sprinkling my soil with nutritional holy water,
of which I do have some, but far less,
yet perhaps a bit too much,
experience as a seminarian some decades ago.
Ah yes,
memories of peeing with the other would-be angels.

Now I am concerned that I could use a great deal more urine
for my organic farming purposes.
Perhaps I should come out of my yogurt closet,
send out a note to my nearby neighbors:

“Hi. Just want to invite you to come over and pee
on the leaf-covered triangular spot
next to the south side of my deck,
anytime of day or night you wish.
Feel free to include your pets.
Make it a family destination if you wish.
In return for your investment,
I will probably have tomatoes,
potatoes,
cucumbers,
and leeks (no pun intended)
to share,
not this season,
but next.
Maybe some extra peas too.
OK, I’m gonna’ stop now.”

“The neighborhood that pees together,
eats together.
So, come on,
please don’t leave me standing outside,
peeing alone,
preparing for next year’s yummy harvest.”

So I did.
This invitation has not generated the enthusiastic response I was imagining,
with neighborhood families dropping in
to drop off their deposits
for our neighborhood development project.
But,
it did provoke my backyard neighbor
to jam a note into my otherwise vacant mailbox:

“You mentioned,
among your commitments to recycling and repurposing,
that you are an Organ Donor.
I certainly do hope whoever gets those organic parts
has a good harvest no later than next year.
Sooner is better.”

Hmmm….
Now, how could we compost our collective humanure?

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Curiosity Feeds the Cat

Where my love goes
mystery cannot fade.

Yet my curiosity can wilt without your active support,
contagious nourishment,
never-ending flames of wonder
that this love could persist.

How could we possibly not share our lives,
mutually disinvest from mystery
that will not fade dampened?

Yet without active curiosity
mystery fades hoplesse to know more,
even though love’s thirst for internal history
and self-creation stories
becomes too easily quenched
by cooperative post-climatic adjustments,
aging continental planets
earth-quaking our chronically mutual mysteries.

Where my love goes
your history could not fade ,
yet dark fading curiosity of aging eyes and ears
and minds
can blend well-deserved contentment
feeding flame’s remorseless desire to continue this mystery
of love’s deep and blissful curiosity.

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May Fog

This foggy sky
darkly and relentlessly rains
especially for an early May morning.

He is not prepared for darkness
seeping in from new-born leaves,
not yet full grown
into this year’s tree-lacing dress,
soaking in from saturated soil,
slurping into his complexly relaxing empathic soul.

Perhaps this open quality
endears him to those few who could ever know him
enough to watch him,
watching,
noticing,
hoping for less rain inside today,
each day,
all Earth’s Days.

Wet liturgical Mays
dissolve his Taurean ways.

Yet, for him, right now,
such dark openness yawns too large
for even one dreary lonely hour
of self-isolation.

His two medically complex clients have gone,
as usual,
Monday morning until late afternoon.
Today, as he contemplates his decadent ways,
he misses their distracting charms.
Each so different.
YinYin so loudly Trumpian,
post-millennial triumphalist,
but also with some significant undiagnosed bipolar control issues.
Meanwhile Yang,
unable to speak or sign,
so hidden,
yin-shy shadow of rich warm love,
immersed in life’s right-now ripe composting time,
each moment,
graciously emerging from his co-arising past
to spin toward future yang-yin equipoise memories
of time’s karmic grace.

But, right now he must sustain thru dark raining dreams of suicide
without them.
He suffers withdrawal from feeling needed,
unworthy of becoming truly wanted.

Ironic,
a PermaCultural Family EcoTherapist,
actually achieving good polycultural outcomes
with his broken clients,
the one highly de-specialized professional wheelhouse
most needed to accelerate global networking
cooperative outcomes,
challenging each family and all climatic systems
with Yang-encultured dominance,
right here and now in this post-millennial generation
of ecologically balancing great and small,
daily transitions,
yet he feels hopeless,
not knowing where he could ever begin again
so late in this biological incarnation
already showing concerns that “Black Lives Matter”
but maybe not so much old black,
or white,
or even green lives matter
beyond their retiring biofunctional usefulness.

We all help make great compost when we die.
It’s getting in there,
completing the job,
embracing the vocation,
once and for all,
that continues to challenge life as EgoDeath love.

How does one retiring PermaCultural Therapist
best contribute to this time,
this ecosystem,
this community,
this family,
this primal relationship with Earth
and all Her tribal dialects
and languages
and species
and multicultural diversities of life and death cycles
and recycles,
and repurposes?

Probably reading F Scott Fitzgerald’s issues about cultural decay
and ethical integrity of bodies and minds
ingesting and regurgitating Earth’s generous beauty
is rather like sitting under a rain-drenched tarp,
writing stories of suicidal dissipation,
while Earth calls for Revolutionary EcoTherapists
to heal Her as she cries,
this early May morning,
under foggy dripping skies.

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Families That Stay Together

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

Perhaps.
If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe’s Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth’s nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature’s regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,
together?

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don’t think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe’s baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light’s perfume of regenerative choice.

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CoRefining Healthy Conversations

Life as active love evolves toward more polycultural communication,
across both species and time,
within Earth’s Solar EcoSystemic Universe.

While this conversation includes human natured communicators,
we suboptimize our ecological balance
if endo-human discourse monopolizes our lifetime learning dialogue.

A life devoid of communicating with Earth’s diverse languages and dialects,
rhythms and patterns of development and decay,
consumption and root systemic production,
cannot optimally support sustained mental and physical health
of humane mindbodies.

Over-investing in our internal human natural and racing anthro-centric communicating systems
may have both caused and resulted in our atrophied RightBrain “yin” enculturation potential,
perhaps more richly rooted in temporal-neural norms
of RNA nature-therapeutic cousins,
bilateral
reverse-hierarchical nutrient fold-flow root-systemic
Elder Tree and Plant Forms with Organically Sustainable DiPolar Balance Function.

When we give thanks and praise
we already often remember to include our namastes and Amens!
for these our more inclusive nutritional conversations,
for Earth’s cooperative economic evolutionary transactions,
for our Open Solar EcoSystem’s sustainable climate Creation Stories,
for interdependent Great Transitions,
for crises CoArising courage to turn down our LeftBrain AnthroAlpha-language enculturation,
to tune back into our wider dialectic capacities
within Earth’s diurnal and perennial,
polycultural dialects,
as read thru (0)-EgoEco Balance
as Yang/Yin Prime Octave Temporal Frequency Harmonic Balance,
as Left/RightBrain BiCameral EcoPolitical Balance of EcoLogical Elders,
speaking DNA fractal-development fold-function open frequencies,
within octave primal 4D equivalent PolyNomial SpaceTime,
Prime-BiLateral CoOperative DiPolar CoArising NonDual ReLovingship
of Earth’s dualdark compost voices
singing Sun’s solar-elational polycultural octave frequencies
thru HumaneEarth’s evolving ecologic-dialectic
fractal-syntaxed,
reiteratively autonomic temporal-neural communication network,
WinWin self enlightenment,
self-perpetuating eco-polypathic.

Perhaps the difference between Positive Psychology mental health
and Earth-perpetuating regenerative evolution
is nothing,
Zeroism self-tautologically dipolar appositional-soul humane-structural defined,
as more cooperative political and economic dialogue networks,
now co-evolving,
Corising CoOperative WinWin Networks
following digital syntax-fractal rhythms
of reverse-nested octave-byte flow patterns
of healthy nutrient-social-political, and, soon,
even more cooperative WinWin economic digital languages
of PolyCultural ReGenesis REVolutions
as resolutions of multi-paradigmatic (0)-autonomic temporal/neural associated dissonance,
appositional dipolar with primal Tao-natured confluence.

Now, if you, like me, have yet to finish your first and last cup of decaffeined
quasi-guilty pleasure,

Allah knows that even ants consider this stuff, taken straight,
without any chaser,
toxic,
what kind of conversation with Earth’s Day am I starting
with this cup of decaf, skimmed milk and refined honey?
Tasty, but probably not self-optimizing mindbody behavior,
stirring up some dissonant caffeine grounds
for further dissonant lack of fluent conversations
if only due to my unceasing need to pee.

anyway, I’m back,
I think,
therefore we are,
this is a lot to take in through our eyes and ears
about our tastes and feels and smells
as Earth’s endosymbiotically evolving conversation
about how to Great Transition
from LeftBrain cultured imbalance,
back to those brief Golden Elixir Moments
in blissful primal EgoMemory,
of knowing love with Earth
as peaceful light and root communication
thru some primally nutritional health system,
possibly dualdark or “notnot” or dipolar yin-rooted
in Earth’s TransParent BlackHole BiLateral CoArising Future-as-Past Memory,
YinYin = WinWin Balancing Universal DiPolar DiaStatic Yang CoOperative ReGenerativity,
0)RiginalMega Point
of Time’s FlowYang with EbbYin-Fractal-Squared
Prime (0) PolyNomial CoArising Function.

For me,
it seems more ego-therapeutic,
and hopefully ecotherapeutic,
to listen to the stars,
the crickets, birds, frogs,
rivers, surf, wind, fire, rain
about this climatic dis-ecological pain we share
than to read the morning paper.

Sometimes I hear more about what my humane Ego truly craves
to see and feel and smell and taste
by listening to music
singing love
sometimes also speaking of love
as food for mutual enrichment,
life’s dialectic open gestalt,
co-evolution,
rather than listening to Presidential non-dialogues,
non-discernment,
competing rather than Both-And cooperative conversating,
rapacious word-weapons
rather than rhapsodies with harmonic,
even operatic,
CoArising Original Design Intent.

And, should mental health
Both-And Positive Psychology
have anything at all to do with steering clear of
LoseLose hierarchical-monoculture-exclusive power structures
of mutual competition,
the each EgoPlayer
must reiteratively choose to speak either Win or Lose
and is prohibited by Ego’s LeftBrain bicamerally self-blinding investments
to BusinessAsUsual repress,
become sad,
suffer from LeftBrain dissonant enculturation loss,
chronic stress unlikely to notice slower Win to CoWin BothAnd options,
regenerationg revolving Eco-RNA/DNA-Centric Solidarity,
political with eco-normic and logically rational LeftRight bicameral balance,
love as synergetic life
in RealTime co-incarnating healthy conversations
on co-vegetating EarthBound matters.

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