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Decadent Zeroisms

When we are eighty
wisdom of eight
conjoins balance of zero waste.

When we are seventy
full weight of seven
cohabitates balance with zero-timeless patience.

When we are sixty
co-arising comprehension of six
connects to close harmonize full octave
zero through eight syntax,
a rhythm standard RNA design
for optimal natural polynomial performance.

When we are fifty
we face mid-century crisis
to reconnect five’s eco-centric superlogic
to dominantly reductive maturing ego,
or continue disconnecting
egocentric economic imbalance
competing with ecologically inclusive co-redemption
of all polycultural nature
shrilly screaming regenerate cells
demanding we return to slower
sustained optimal zero-centric pace
of co-arising life.

When we are forty
fatness of four
closes an unwelcome zero-platform door
on halfway to eighty.

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When We Were Eight

When you were eight years old
waking to another perfect day’s dawn
what potential did you
with your autonomic intuition,
integrity of left deductive
with elder-right languages,
discover?

Who were you
as you stepped into morning’s warm spring sun,
first reminder of school year’s end
and summer’s leisurely recreation
of imagination,
role play expansion,
languishing loved laughter
replacing more challenging team sports
requiring a win-lose assumption,
and visual coordination,
of space with time
invisible to your perception.

What were you doing
lying flat on your stomach
in dutch clovered lawn’s grasses
looking down into a miniature jungle
without rivers,
forest for ants
and their insect tribes
and neighbors
and nations
and cultures,
some with advantages and risks and beauty
of flight,
landing lightly in grass-blade tree tops
as ants pursued more industrial economies
of richly nutritional value below,
sweet crystalline treasures,
jewels for their Aunt Queen’s healthy investment
in embryonic royal vocation
of developing naturally organic time,
endosymbiosis of a new generation
of flying ants,
Bodhisattva Warriors
for polytribal peace
with interminable faith
in our integrity of nature’s ecological justice.

Where was your family-owned business
of incorporating love
with truth and hope for inclusive faith
flexible enough to include boys
vulnerably drawn to other boys’ eyes and skin,
more than girls’ laughter and light heartedness?

How did you invest your perfect humid August days,
breathing Lake Michigan’s thick air,
reading Gone With The Wind
in wonder of such rich diversity
of spirit and ownership,
of integrity and entitled stupidity,
of nobility both within and despite poverty
of mendacity both within and despite superfluously competitive wealth
commodifying even beauty
and power
and nobility
and darkly rich fertile race?

Why did you love this embracing place
of multigenerational space,
your private caressing sangha farm
gardening your bicameral heart and lungs
mind and limbs in love’s familial
yet vegetative and fruit-filled embrace
so that no other place
could ever bring this organic sacred home again,
so that each other space
might ever bring this home regained?

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This is to That

History’s regeneration is genetic culture’s re-creation.

Psychology’s positively rehabilitative health,
is political science’s and economic’s cooperatively repurposing wealth.

Philosophy’s metaphysics is systemically exegetical
polypathic
polycultural outcome teleology,
as religion’s spiritual methodology
is super-ecologic
binomially nondual co-arising
co-gravitational
autonomic RNA-syntaxed
intuitive temporal-spaciated intelligence.

Permaculture Design’s polycultural climaxing biosystem
is Community Economic Development’s Beloved Trade Guilds
and Historical-Cultural Communities
of regeneratively self-optimizing health and wealth.

Regenerative optimization is permacultural recreational vocation
as ego purgation fuels eco-normative sublimation.

Light is dark at night
as white is absence of black by day.

You are part of me right now
if I was part of you
when This became That
which you understand.

This revolution of gravity’s co-prehension
is that recycle of co-arising nonduality.

This is also That
as Yang’s empowerment explicates Yin’s bilateral flow of time
we regeneratively recreate.

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Greetings to a Profane Space

A new home feels slightly pregnant
with possibility
yet empty of sacred reality

Not yet any echoing memories
of bumps on stairs,
late night scraping chairs
stuffed with familiar intimates.

Organic warmth sacrificed with each move,
attenuation of sacred relationships
with a new view,
a different character of silence,
more inscrutable
than mere absence of familiar sounds left behind.

Each move a commencement
toward a renewing sense of home
and incarnation
of ego-self within eco-other
identity
nondually co-arising
toward a more sacred place.

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Synergisms of Integrity

What exactly is the primal and primary permaculturist’s agenda?

To optimize ecological health
endosymbiotically and ectosymbiotically,
both within and without,
yet nondually;
two Yang/Yin
Convex/Concave
faces of our universal permacultural love project–
sometimes rather loosely called “human nature.”

There is nothing even the most ruthless sociopath could do
to stop this evolutionary advent,
because this positive health culture
emerges from competitive monocultural Business As Usual
as day emerges from night,
as summer springs forth from winter’s dual-dark purgation
of matter synergizing energetic root systems,
decomposing regenetic folds of time’s co-arising gravity.

Ego is my local environment
struggling to breathe within ecologos,
balancing nature-systems.

Consistent reiteration of gratitude
for each breath
and heart beat
and thought or silence
co-arises cosmological synergy;
Endo- within ecto-symbiotic
positive evolution.

An articulating economy of love
grows co-arising generosity as stimulant,
with gratitude as uniting response.
This metasystemic stimulus-response
as generosity-gratitude
establishes a positive double-binding trend
toward polyculturally inclusive outcomes.

Effective permaculturists produce self-optimizing
climaxing
polyculturally beloved outcomes;
economic,
ecological,
binomially systemic,
and positive psychological.

Being against eco-integrity
is like being for ego-hypocrisy;
it just doesn’t happen in nature.

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Farewell to a Sacred Place

Love defines co-messianic grace
filling each and all sacred place,
temporal space
flowing out to reach this autumn sky
only possible after flowing in
from lovely sky blue canopy,
worshiped with whispered waves
by calico trees
glad-rooted within this ledge of Cider Hill,
with me
breathing such majesty as we,
so much more ecstatically opulent
and more profoundly significant
through adoration of this God-We,
breathing in our integrative unity
to breathe out our universal sanctity,
karmic grace
this place
a part of me
as I am so proud to be so small
within such eternal majesty of We
are Cider Hill.

RNA develops polynomial and polypathic
polymorphic language
feeding our natural-cultural mythic logos
string of Wisdom Literature.

Permaculture Design is but our Epilogos
of an eternally polycultural (0)Mega Point
unveiling symbiotic revolutionary Gospel.

I regret what we will not have together
in this life
but perhaps this wondrous value,
what we have been together
evolves all the more slow-growth positively networked riches
for this mortal absence,
a sweet memory silo space
to visit without racing pace.

My loss and your loss at this time
equals our positive gain for all eternity
to remember this
To-gather.

Our gods grow co-redemptive co-passionate health
medicine
therapy
love
positive relationship.

We are co-redemptively omnipotent
as co-passionately omniscient
in ecstatically nondual diastasis,
love as majestic heart-balancing timeless beauty.

Cider Hill
where words fill still.

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Positive Psychology Practice

Today we hear Positive Psychology is hot.
To not agree is to be both negative,
and a snot;
too cognitively dissonant
arrogant
and dino-snore-a-lot.

When your loved one tells you,
for the thousandth time,
“You never listen to me”
you have been invited to a challenge
of double-binding negativity.

You will not find it helpful to respond
that you often listen,
quietly disagree,
and proceed along your positive intended way.

Your family bond will not grow ripe with healthy wealth
by responding
“I hear, listen, consider your dissonant perspective,
and find it unpersuasive that I should change
to join your comparative insanity.”

How much simpler all these positivist ‘ologys,
logic and its logos mythic roots, would be,
if Einstein’s Theory of Relativity
had been called something more operatic,
like “PolyTheorem of Relationality.”

How many deeper roots would feed Positive Psychology
if we could understand Positive functions
of Cognitive Dissonance,
if we could find Full-Live MetaSystem
surrounding Half-eviL Reverse-Temporal-DecaySystem,
learn contention knocking on contentment’s door of awareness,
learn longing’s silent scream for belonging bicamerally balanced.

We listen with our Cognitively Dissonating Deductive Left,
but we health-hear with our Positive Self/Other Inductivizing Right.

Sanity begins where insanity leaves off.
Rational minds work to retain coincidental confluence,
bi-reiteratively multisystemic Relational Balance.

Dr. Jaynes’ bicameral balance
meets Mr. Bucky’s polypathic Universal Intelligence,
Synergetics translated into relational self/other integration.

Co-arising coherency of Right-Left self-consciousness
embraces cognitive/affective dissonance for deductive purposes,
while cognitive/affective Right-brain confluence
conjoins Positive Psychology with Positive Deviance Theory
to sum our squares and Fullerian cube roots and forming systems,
equals:
Zero-Sum ecological Win-Win therapeutic harmony,
economic equivalent gift-it-forward life transactions
of nutrient healthy wealth
of superconsciousness.

EcoTherapy is Positive Psychology’s mutual mentoring praxis
of Permaculture Design,
with intent toward Climax Beloved Community optimization,
sustainable for at least Seven Generations of Earth’s DNA/RNA life.

ReGenerating revolutionary recycling systems
articulate Universal Intelligence
of Bicameral DNA/RNA temporally unfolding fractal-harmonic syntax.

Nature,
including humane nature,
character,
intelligence,
information, evolves DNA, thus Elder RNA-rooted, code
as Prime Perennial-Fractal,
the four seasons of Alpha-Omega Point reasons.

Elder Right temporal brain function
reaches back to RNA’s static/synaptic
chronic/critical ecological paradigm of consciousness,
deep coincidental learning,
co-arising ecological paradigms of intelligence,
stimulus-response as before-after gestalt dynamic
positively induced development,
values,
norms,
health as wealth,
synergetic integrity of thermodynamic balance,
permacultured design and resolution
of growth and development cycles
and recycles
evolving Beloved,
out of cognitively dissonant “still-not-colistening”,
Communities and Guilds.

All this wealth of information
hiding inside the Emperor’s outside-in-visible deductive clothes,
turning inside-out and upside-down
toward co-balancing integrity,
deferred mutually subordinate dominance,
of Left-Yang’s deductive power
conjoining Right-DoubleYin’s inductive flow,
co-arising Positive/Negative confluent/double-dissonant
super-syntaxed

“Yes dear, I am listening
both to you and to my self,
still learning how we can both win
love’s game of positively cooperative life.”

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Conversational Ecstasy

I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it just that way
’til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside to play.

Imagine with me for a moment,
if you would be so generous,
god as not only love
but also the most joyful joy we could be,
cooperatively networked together.

And why do I want to play this imagination game
with you
or even without you?
What is this joy of which you speak?
I know peace in silent music
and wind and surf,
but is therapy of sound this joy?

Perhaps not quite enough,
maybe only halfway here.
We grow toward pregnant Now becoming being joy
with you.

While I assume this will not be news
I need to remind you
that your presence does not always feel like gift,
source of joy,
not so much really,
sometimes more painful to my drift.

Yes, I know.
But, it brings me joy to recall
in our more dissonant crash
that I feel precisely the same suffering way
about your sorry ass.

Perhaps you should find a different therapist.
One who evolves less sure of god as graced-love
and much more joy,
one not so sure your God is humor,
Eco-ing DNA’s RNA CommonSense.

If I understand your cynicism
I might write your song,
“I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it just that way
’til my mean Ol’ Dad
lets me go outside to play.“

Your issues with remembering who I am
rather than who you thought I would be
seem not too distant clarity
or even acceptance,
but your troubling habit of editing my opera
into your joyful musical comedy,
this tangles our melodic frequencies
and harmonic function.

How can I reach heavenly you
when all day through
you bind me to
your flight toward unEarthy game wars,
your fear of losing rich rewards,
blockade toward joy,
your life your toy
to blindly scream away?

How could I throw away this toy
you never gave me?
My defeats,
static surrenders to right-now desire,
or lack thereof,
steer me far clear of your enchantment
with ecstatic joy.

What is your purpose
when Earth’s becoming
is your wise Being,
if your Being
is not also Earth’s meaningful becoming?
If you are not part of Earth’s mindful nature
then Humane Being cannot naturally co-arise,
develop,
regenerate.
Your becoming cannot be not Our becoming,
my Being fades when we are not We
together.

What is this to me
your wilting Earth
and flat-line monopolistic dark comedy?
My joy turns tragedy to operatic outcomes.
What you label Oppositional Disorder
I hear as contending Cognitive Dissonance,
hoping for a Draw someday,
someplace away.

What you find unnaturally cacophonous
confuses my spirited silence.
Your values are not Ours
on my side of your Oppositional Divide,
my values are my own,
and I am free of Win, Lose, or Draw cultures
and competing for scarcity gamesmanship,
Our Truth as Consequence game
contains our Tug of War.
Imagine with me
in this Eternal Moment
your Ego filled with endless joyful joy
as you pull all Earth toward finish line
and you are confidently winning
your Boddhisatva Interdependent Challenge.
Even should you not choose releasing survival’s course rope,
you have full faith that We are winning
and this joy will never end.
Your Being has become,
your response fulfills your stimulus of birth,
your effect regenerates your course’s cause,
your What Ifs? echo and mirror your What Are We?,
all Earth recreates your joy.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it that way
’til my mean ol’ life pilgrimage
through dissonant pathology
let’s me go outside to play.

That does indeed sound operatic.

Right, and not so much joyful joy
this side of my playground.
See ya.
Wouldn’t wanna be ya.

Oh, but you are,
except your opera damns divine divas,
weeping and shrieking in off-stage wings
of perpetually-coming purgatory,
while Earth’s musical comedy,
reenacts all that drama on your Win-Lose playground,
where Her Sun ain’t bringin’ no bad news
all eternal day.

Why do you always need to have the last word,
the last line?

We have a shared last line.

No, you just did it again,
with the We thing.

Yes We did.

I’m closing the door now.

Yes We are.

Hopeless.

Joyless.

Can I maul your head?

Our head.

My head.

Imagining with We
brings joy.

LAAAAAAAAAST WORD! HA!

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What Goes Squirrel Must Come Turkey

One who does not know
really knows,
and one who knows
really does not know.
Laotse

Squirrel medicine
under-stands external relations
economies
of stimulus leads to response
leads to ever competitively hoarding stimulus,
toward ever more response
of trees with tasty treats
of linear systems unfolding time’s next natural response.

Turkey medicine
COMPREHENDS internal interrelationships,
economies of ecologic,
dipolar revolving appositions
of apparent contrasts
co-arising within stimulating squirrels
and responsive nuts,
hunter and hunted
on their path toward mutually transformative cycles,
poop and pee feeding tree root systems
feeding leaves and flowers and seeds
feeding squirrels and turkeys.

Who rejoices?
We are.

What reckons and redeems dissonance?
Competing reiterative cycles of informating consumption.

When reconnection?
We are Now’s integrity potential.

Where confluent revolution?
Space’s where is Time’s when,
co-arising nondual redundancy.

Why recommit, rehabilitate?
Toward cooperative healthy purposes
of nature’s co-productive eco-normic meaning,
understanding what we already comprehend.

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The Lorax Sequel

I took the only seed of hope
for any future Truffula Trees,
but reminded my clinically depressed acquaintance
we are all born co-redeemers,
not extractors.

Ours is not to extract
what we did not create
for its sufficient regeneration,
to fairly claim any rights
to personal co-redemptive value.

You talk funny,
replied the Lorax.
go talk with your dead dinosaurs,
dying forests,
your failing gorillas
and polar bears,
and honey bees,
with all those fancy economic co-redemption
theories of cooperation.
See how they feel about their indentured investment
in creating your sorry butt.

Not knowing quite what to say,
I thanked him for his sorry butt response
and brought this treasured seed back home
to learn what this community of mutual co-arisers
would most love to do
with this Tree of Earth’s Truffula seed.

Eventually someone came up with a clever Permaculture Design strategy.
Someone way in the back,
no one is quite sure whom,
gasped out
“Why don’t you plant the damn thing somewheres
where the sun shines,
unlike your sorry butts.”

So we did.
We took the seed out to the meadow
and planted it where it would provide grace-filling shade
and receive water from our roof’s run-off barrels,
also planted around our home.

Trees of Truffula grow quickly
in rich diverse nutrient-balanced organic compost,
much like the rest of us
receiving more confluent,
mutually cooperative, nutrients,
and not so much competitive monochromatic drama,
monopolistic monoculturing weedishness,
tumorous toxins subside in generous environments
of kind ecstatic contentment,
wise thoughtfulness of the 7th generation’s future,
lovers of truth,
co-redeemers of economic balance,
ecologicaly multisystemic linguists,
polycultural scientists,
rational and sane regenerators,
rehabilitators,
reconnectors,
religionors of sustainable cooperation,
synergetic integrity.

Next thing you know
we have a first generation of decomposing leaves,
harvested flowers and berries,
and four perfectly balanced organic Truffula Tree seeds.

Once again our Permaculturist Family asked
how can we optimize this global future
for our children’s children
with this regenerative offering
transported to where Earth most needs
such healthy wealth?

Again, the dark back voice croaked,
“Why don’t you give one to the North
to wave through winter’s blasting wind,
one to the South
but not too far South
because the coastline is becoming unstable,
one to the East of the river
to cool her morning water,
but not too high up
because the aquifer isn’t what it used to be,
one to the West horizon’s mountains,
to profile all those red skies at night
you’re always expecting here
in your positive teleology truth-telling kinda way.”

But, that’s not what we did.

We brought one to the polar bears,
and one to the honeybees,
one to the gorillas,
and one to the tortoises,
and in return
they gave us eggs and honey,
lessons in cooperative tribal and permacultural living,
and how to stay grateful and warm
through climatic winter’s hibernation.

From this we learned together
to live in this polyculturing economy,
this ecological community,
like good cooperative organic fertilizers,
farmers,
mutually benign co-parasites,
where I let you know
both what I need,
and what I have to share,
and in exchange,
you tell me what I have to share that you need more of
and sometimes not quite so much of,
and what you have to share that I need.

When we became adept
with our endosymbiotic evolving Tree of Win-Win Cooperative Life,
we diversified our production/consumption balanced market,
mutually mentoring other communities
about what gorillas and forests,
polar bears and honey bees and tortoises teach us
about the ecologic of co-arising positive economics,
about becoming optimally regenerated and religioned,
co-redeemers of Earth’s primal gift,
healthy life,
faithful to our co-regenerators past,
hopeful for our seven generations future.

 

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