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Cooperative Revolution

Ecology is to natural systemic relationships
as economics is to human natural systemic transactions.

Economic values are an anthrocentric paradigm
for ecological thrival of the cooperative fittest.

Imagine that evolution is an investment in our cooperative pilgrimage
from Elder generations, genes, and species,
toward a shared destiny.

Imagine the purpose of evolution is to learn:
where this cooperative economy is heading,
why synergetically positive relationships are healthy,
when permaculturally reiterative communication strings
stretch through perennial cycles of life.

If we imagine,
with Buckminster Fuller,
that universe,
universal intelligence,
universal information,
incarnation,
cause-effect and multisystemic stimulus-response,
emerge from a past diastatic Black Hole
Big Bang
(0)-Core Soul center,
a polycultural God-Root System
purposing away, out from that Alpha Point,
then we might move over to Teilhard deChardin’s Omega Point
as the reverse face,
the final diastolic culmination of Beloved Climax Community,
Enlightened Comprehensive Consciousness balancing
Dark Hole’s densely impacted exformation,
once again fully 100% organic permacultural potential
to resolve,
reconnect,
resonate a journey stringing singing stories back
to our beginning of Eco-Time’s recreative consciousness.

The universe becomes smooth-structuring elliptical
from this dynamic balancing view,
zero-centric
zero-summed economy of values,
an ecological learning curve,
beginning with synergetic climax,
ending as fully pregnant Time’s bilateral stretch
AND post-millennial revolutionary return;
nature’s polyteleological
and human nature’s polypathic left-right balancing reflection
of recreative regenerative positive-optimization potential.

If our eco-logic proposes this deductive learning curved question,
our synergetic economy of thrival
through transactional cooperatives,
co-redemptive (0)-sum fittest investments
in Eco-Time’s wise spatial journey
regenerates and decomposes binomial spatial
and bilateral temporal harmonic Right-brained answers.

An evolutionary positive permacultural trend
predicts a revolutionary synergetic economy
replacing Left-Brain dominant culture’s competitive win-lose hypothesis
with Right-Left balanced optimization of thermodynamic electromagnetism.

If the positive appositional trend to negentropy
is “synergy,”
then the oppositional polarity to binomial decomposition
is fractally regenerative seasons
and strategies
of positively deviant revolution.

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Eye Contact

What is love?
A sea of nonexistence
both tranquil and calamitous
where the mind
does not dare enter.
(Rumi, M. Mafi, “Day By Day”, p. 120, 2014, Hampton Roads)

What is timeless synergy?
Our sea of coexistence
both confluent and dissonant
where blind consciousness
seldom dares id-entify.

Aging time,
This house, not home, hums and strains pitchy tension,
Remnants of bleached but dingy historic laundry,
face cloths remember cherished warm skin,
dryer in winter’s discontent,
more needy of enduring compassion.

Staring through my mirror now,
I reach back into black glazed pupils
diastolically expanding through their memory archives,
four grandparents staring back
through this sagging reflected face,
each one looking through these same bicameral Black Hole
Home’s binomially eternal windows,
imagining forward for grandchildren’s sustainable future lives,
remembering backward through these four grandparents.

I know this visual DNA looking out and back
and through our mutually cooperative investment generations,
sometimes more dissonant,
sometimes less confluently mutual mentors,
bicamerolling partners,
but at least on occasion syncing their cooperative praxis,
or this interdependent coredeemer face could not stare back
through time.

Aging rapidly now,
back toward messianic mystic shamans.
Where were these DNA-drenched pupils
of mutual subsidiary bicameral learning
expanding and contracting,
causing hearts to race and calm,
breath to gasp and slowly subsidize
this atmosphere of longing to belong ago
again?

Were these wise mentors hopeful ancient mariners,
swimming through generations of salty tears,
wet fears and joys,
jumps and starts,
swelling farts
feeding trees to synthesize our polyculturing breath?
Listening for, noticing a new millennium,
era,
life,
perennial cycle,
season of organic permacultural development,
more permanently encultured
with fertile light and sounds
and Time’s regenerating rhythms of dancing songs and thumps,
surfs and silent advents.

Speaking,
perhaps these pupils speak of what they see reflecting
back through karma’s cumulative incarnations,
each grace of opportunity for mindfully inclusive redemption,
love as synergy,
dissonance as hate, violence, neglect, dismay, heartbreak,
unsustainable loss of life
to fly and swim together
or fall apart
back through plasma flows and folds,
regenerating
informating these deep learning pupils
looking, searching, noticing, decomposing,
seeding, growing, guarding, developing,
incubating, harvesting, winnowing nutrient compost
through ancient primal roots
of RNA’s meaning, regenerating purpose
to keep evolving forward through Time’s unfolding information
incarnation, as possible,
avoid revolving backward into meaningless
mindless dissonance,
competition,
dominator violence,
and decaying entropy.

Pre-historic now,
our pupils reflect darkly dense regenerative study,
decomposing wispy wet winds and whips of swimming eco-seas,
surfing pregnant prime love relationship
of right and left enculturation
remembering Yin greets Yang’s dominant deductive proposal
with mutually subsidizing solidarity,
cooperation,
investing in binomial future’s redemptive ecology.

Ancient bicameral ellipticals,
mutually mindful Yang with Yin
looking out and back,
and in and positively forward through Time’s ubiquitous consciousness.
Primal evolutionary ionic self-mirroring,
regenesis,
ever aging eternal moment
of dense strung solidarity
remembering,
recollecting,
reconnecting NOW
from past genetic heritage
through future’s evolving incarnation.

Timeless pupils of love’s synergy
surfing seasons of pre- and post-existential consciousness.

Now if I could remember where I left my glasses,
and my teeth…

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Hunger Management

Variations on a Punishing Theme

When people are hungry and at risk of homelessness
despair
wilting and climatic yet chronic extinction,
It is because their administrators and developers,
incubators and technical assistance providers
grantors and lenders
representatives and public sector officials
absorb too many investments and nutrients
for their own mouths and mortgages,
sleeping soundly at night
unaware of how their CQI intentions
economically and ecologically miss their orthopraxis mark
of solidarity and mutual subsidiarity,
of redeeming the bedtime and nutrients
they intended to invest in those with greater need.

Therefore the self-oppressive unruliness of hungry homeless people
Is due to over absorbent interference of well-intended practitioners
expert administrators
senior consultants.
That is why dominated marginal monoculturalists of poverty
are so dissonantly unruly.

Chronically at-risk people are not afraid of death’s dissonance
and entropic trends,
Because they are anxious to survive,
to build life; not so much death and perpetual advent.
That is why wilting lives are not afraid of macrosystemic death trends.
It is mutual-mentors who invest in cooperative living
That incarnate wise evolution of deep ecologically balancing lives.

Self-composting toilets
have surprisingly greater value
to people without a pot to pee in
than self-composting banks.

 

Transposition of Laotse’s “On Punishment-4”, p. 302, Modern Library, 1942, Lin Yutang translator and editor.

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CoRedemptive Miracle

If you are asking me to forgive you
for being born human,
for the sins of making ignorant,
and often habitual,
mistakes of judgment and understanding,
for your lack of compassion and empathy,
for your cognitive and affective and effective dissonance,
for your part in our shared investment
in a cultural pool of violence,
mutual domination assumptions of win-lose logistics,
both intentionally and accidentally causing yourself to suffer,
others to suffer and become angry,
and hate,
and despair,
and wilt,
and develop climate-control issues,
and extinguish;
if you are asking me to forgive you
for sometimes doing more than your fair share of mayhem,
then of course my answer is “Yes!”

Especially if you might forgive me
for the errors of my pathological ways.
If this could be a cooperative double-binding kind of transaction
of mutual forgiveness for sins already committed
and those still on their way,
then this might serve a mutually redemptive dynamic,
as well as mutual mentoring cooperative investment
all in one compost pile of coincidental enrichment.

But, while this is all fine and good,
you do not need my fore-giveness
nor can I participate in your redemptive investments
of life,
of time,
of resources,
of positive healthy sustainable relationships,
in your stead,
nor you in mine.
My capacity to fore-give,
to invest in redemptive right relationship,
is limited not only by my own passioning capacity,
my ability and range of empathy,
but also by your own committed ability to empathize with,
identify fully with yourself,
your significant and also less significant others,
whether human or some other self-organizing
self-perpetuating
self-regenerative systemic form and force of nature.

Fore-giving,
like investment and karmic redemption of pay-it-forward commitment
to future hope of positive relationship,
begins as an internal economy
and grows out into Earth’s natural
systemic ecology of cooperative relationship
intention and practice.
You need not compete for my fore-giveness
any more than you could dominate in earning
what best remains a zero-sum free market exchange
of mutual regard,
and hope,
and trust,
positive investment is also negative disinvestment
from further harm,
mistrust,
inequity,
dissonant dominating win-lose strategies.
This is basic Hippocratic Oath mutual mentorship.

To do no harm
we must at least intend no harm
in actions,
transactions,
practice,
intent,
giveness.
An optimally redemptive economy,
equitable return-to-zero-balance forgiveness
of your investments,
is also a balancing return toward zero-sum win-win ecology of grace.

I can only be your redeemer
if you are your own redeemer,
returning Time’s investment in choosing to continue evolving,
incarnating,
your DNA potential since conception.
We are each coincidental co-redeemers,
redeeming Elder Time’s DNA regenerative investment
in our interdependent,
multisystemic
polypathic prime bicameral relationship
from past generations of Time,
carnating future’s regeneration
of our cooperative id-entity season.

You are your holonic subset
of nature’s informating existence,
conscious of your Time’s regenerating
and dissonant neural memories;
there, fore-given at birth, you know your redeemer lives.

If you’re asking me how I know my redeemer lives,
because my Eco-Time’s cooperative relational
(coincidental) investments
in this ego-ionic id-entity
of left-right neural balance
sing this song of miraculous co-harmony.

Dedicated to Joy

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Post-Clinical Therapy

So why clinical psychology?
What does that mean, anyway?
What is non-clinical psychology?
Does it mean analytical psychology,
which might mean analogical?
Which would mean ecological?
Which is really just plain logical?

So is it logical psycho-logic,
and wouldn’t that be sort of redundant
because doesn’t psycho-logy mean psycho-logic
and dislogic
neural-rooted consciousness?

So maybe clinical psychology is neuro consciousness
and unconsciousness
and subconsciousness
psycho-logic?
Which might mean the psychologics of consciousness?

But, if this is a science
then the logic of a psychic paradigm
can be no better or worse,
I suppose,
than the rationality of the scientist?

So, does clinical psychology refer to a logical neuro-science
of consciousness?
And, if so, then why would anyone assume this could be systemically dissonant with ecological consciousness?
Why not ecological dynamics of our Interior Landscape?
Clinical psychology as deep ecology.

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Redeeming Time’s Investment

He took his morning seat
to hear the Sage’s sonnet,
“On Punishment”:

“The people are not afraid of death;
Why threaten them with death?
Supposing that the people are afraid of death,
and we can seize and kill the unruly,
Who would dare to do so?
Often it happens that the executioner is killed.
and to take the place of the executioner
Is like handling the hatchet for the master carpenter.
He who handles the hatchet for the master carpenter
Seldom escapes injury to his hands.”
(“The Wisdom of Laotse”, Lin Yutang (ed.), 1948, Modern Library, p. 300)

He drifted off and on and in and out
as gathering dusk redreamed:
Enlightening people are not afraid of losing time;
Why threaten them with loss?
Supposing they learn fear of untimely death,
And would seize and kill unruly incarnations,
Who would be wise enough to do so?

Often it happens that prophets are killed
to take the place of omniscient justice.
Redemption of another’s investment
is like handling the wu-wei hatchet for the master carpenter,
He who handles the master carpenter’s trimming points
pruning just discernment and balancing design
Seldom escapes injury to crucified hands.

Jesus was a master carpenter?
Teaching wu-wei design
and fishermanic skills
in a school of fishy men.
His self-optimizing teaching was redemptively mentored,
as is ours,
graduating from dominating executioners of time’s incarnate investments,
to commence mutual-mentoring global cooperative design.

We take each morning’s messianic seat
to invest our wise redemption.

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Hiking Home

His thick-soled hiking shoes
tread too loudly
to celebrate time’s homing invitation
to hear and see, feel and smell resonantly hidden diversity
within spirit’s wooded ridge.

He stops to break from sacrilegious pounding
plodding echoes
reiterating through ears attuned for inside voices,
languaged listening and recreation,
amusements excluded from wild nature’s cathedral voices,
receiving impassioned pauses for mutual gratitude,
co-listening,
warning of mindless human natured steps
taken to conjoin this wise-rooted ridge,
enfolding time’s whisper shy adventure
into naturally placing
pacing space.

A darker cloud asks
“What did you and your kids eat today?”

Well, let’s see,
organic honey on pita bread…

“How do you know it was organic?”

It said so right on the glass,
not plastic,
bottle.

“How do they know if the honey is organic or not?
Do they interview or breathalyze each bee returning home?
Do they ask each bee
each time
who this bee has been with?
In that intimate being kinda way,
playing with whose pollen, exactly?
Did the bee stay within her orthodox organic certified playground,
or did she wander off the farm
and free range right into your toxic neighbor’s chemically condomed hydrangea,
or maybe the always too enticing hybiscus,
flaunting her ample skanky wares?”

Well, I don’t know,
I just took the bottles’ word.
I wouldn’t begin to know how to respond to your issues,
about breathalyzing slutty bees
addicted to poison.

“OK, so what else did you feed on today?”

Well, I showed my kids I love them.
I used my please and thank yous
and you’re welcome,
and namaste.

I wished them peace before their baths
and before turning out the light
at night
so they could see stars
and moon slivering through dark.

The neighbors provided birdsong,
especially those mourning doves
calling out their resonate alto fractal coo,
their rhythm and courtship bun-dance.

I fed them massaging back rubs
and hugs
and shoulder squeezes,
gentle taps on knees and elbows.
I stroked their drifting drowsy heads
from frontal lobes toward brain stem.
My fingers rubbed between each totem
in their forceful flowing chi-spines.

I fed them sad and silly songs
and mindful ho-ke-po-ke.

We fed each other love stories
of romance,
sadness and despair,
fear and anger,
passion and grace;
absorbant synergetic stories,
well told and worn
from dawn’s redress
through dark’s red-blooded thumping night.

We are what we absorb,
both before our days
and after all.

His thinner-sole shoes
retread more softly
celebrating home’s invitation.

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Herstoric Roots: Synergetic Tree of Time

My grandparents’ grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time’s 1880’s,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude
for human nature’s lavish wealth of sun-screening diversity?

Time’s internal war,
opening history’s gate
to tell new stories
of learning primal Vitamin D respect for diversity,
basic positive attendance
for mutual powers of multicultural absorption,
passionate open minds and screening open systems
racing toward freedom from fears
of cultural Transcendancing
and languaged difference of form.

Time’s evolutioning, incarnating freedom
fought fear that only light skinned Europeans
were fully human natured.
Freedom loved growing toward our global multiracialism,
polycultural jazzy-jizzy abundance.

Pushing rocks,
or even through them,
skirting obstacles,
scouting tendrils,
entirely unaware that each was part of RNA’s fractal frequencies,
reaching toward deep polypathic ecology,
mineral springing waters,
interpenetrating Earth’s negentropic neural network
of double-nail guided tips,
shepherding diastolic capillaries
rooting down and in,
conjoining Earth’s heart
of revolutionary bicameral rhythm,
thump-thump…thump-thump—thump-thump…

My grandparents,
all four introducing Time’s 1920’s,
an organic Zone of Elongation
engorging newly opened borders
spilling into speak-easy Enlightenment,
improvised jazzy scat-to-scat
each life matters torch songs
reconnecting global roots toward Europe
and Asia
and Africa
Central and South America,
mysteries of Middle Eastern religious and tribal temporal diversity
still-pouring through Tao’s DNA
soaking up like Yang over-egoed hydraulic jacks
pumping mystically oily romance
swimming in melting pots of sub-cultural chauvinism,
anthro-centrism’s self-absorption of cancerous Time’s wealth deposits,
adolescent freedom faith in self-isolating cultures,
silos,
monochromatic economies,
yet retaining absolutely hypocritical faith in freedom,
a resolutely national pride growing competitive language and lexicon,
semantics and sin-tax,
chauvinist economies of wealth’s drowning inflation
of natural Tao’s non-contentious systemic scale
and tipping points toward this Transmillennial Generation,
unable to die where we were planted.

This generation,
Time’s long hairs of the 1960s
sprouting out a New Cooperative Age vision,
a collective vocational pilgrimage
through Time’s excruciatingly delightful,
sometimes lonely,
embrace,
from Vietnam through 40 years of wandering
in an emergently ecologic desert
of cultural despair atoning losses
as a Free Love Generation,
with a too-high price for self-hatred and hypocrisy.

Peace and free love,
our call to rebellious alarms,
soaking up dissonant wild wisdom,
spinning and spreading across and toward this 0-sum
eco-centric cooperative economic theory
of abundant Wealth Without Walls Information Networks
exchanging skills and stories
of a newly polyculturing red dawn of ReGenesis.

Long hair magnets attract permacultured shamans
apprehending Information’s binomially balanced string theory
of multisystemic everything,
a (0) smooth-structured soul food
sustaining absorbent cultural adventures
and advents of long slow-growth waiting,
a liminally prescient taproot
through Time’s Trans-Millennial ReGeneration.

Equitable peace with inclusive justice,
active love as dynamic synergy
of Earth’s double-elliptical regenerators,
compassion and right-left balanced mindfulness,
permacultural orthopraxis,
transpecies expressed, impressed;
not oppressed, suppressed,
predicated within our grandparent’s
Beloved Community balancing harmonic regeneration.

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Therapeutic Justice

When passion plants a permacultural seed,

then justice flourishes a polycultural flower.

 

These two words, permaculture and polyculture, grow holistic significance for our physical, and mental, cultural and spiritual health.

 

Permacultural, as I intend it this morning, refers to Yang’s power for cooperative sustainability of natural systems; power that is universally comprehensive consciousness. Permacultural wisdom is rooted in ancient Golden Rules and Ratios as balanced proportion and right relationship between ego and eco, between self and partners, family, tribe, environment.

 

Polycultural gardens and landscapes,

whether natural-exterior or human natured-interior,

are positive outcomes anticipated,

designed,

beloved by Permaculturalists.

 

The opposite  of  polycultural paradise

we might describe as:

  1. monocultural (not multiculturally therapeutic)
  2. monopolistic and dominating (not mutually cooperative governance, economics, or ecologic)
  3. monochromatic (not polymorphically natured, gened, generated, evolved, not full octave frequencies of color and harmony).

 

Permacultural development is to Yang’s force and power.

as Polycultural outcomes are to Yin’s therapeutic flex and flow.

 

 

And so it is that in this our permacultural parable, we reach back to through all Four Seasons in our UU ReGenesis Community’s polycultural co-passion story.

One winter of discontent, about 1000 years from now, and more, and less, the Universalist Prophets of Justice turned rather coldly upon the Unitarian Mystics of Warm Compassion.

“What happened to Truth, Justice, and the American Independent Way of Freedom; low risk, high yield economic and political life? Why do you overheat all your passion and love and ecological empathy, then serve it wholesale to every suffering, angry, self-medicating, felon and victim of violence and poverty, every socialist and sexual deviant, and those relentless feminist tyrants of chaos and public self-flagellation?”

“You Unitarian Mystics are way over the top, placing too-soft mercy where we need a more tough-love prophetic universal truth voice for justice. As much as you don’t like to hear this, may we most prophetically remind you that justice, like investment, trickles down from entitled power authorities and wealthy depositors from whom more is expected.”

So, as was their practice, these suffering ReGenesis Community Yin-Mystics of too-great compassion went off to hibernate this harsh dark justice, to decompose this permacultural puzzle of the thrival of the economic fittest, and yet also fattest. How could it be that competing weapons of bloated wealth are more powerful than our compassionate Gaia Goddess of ecological “why can’t we all just play cooperatively”  wisdom?  How could an omnipotent benign Unitarian Hostess give birth to litters of runtish parasites without giving them at least a flat playing field for winning more positive outcomes than the dinosaurs?

Having posed their question, the yin-mystics sang their langorous liturgical prayer:

[sung slowly and quietly first verse, building toward passion, second verse]

Twinkle twinkle litte star

how we wonder when you are.

Did you used to be more bright?

Is there still time to touch your light?

Twinkle twinkle too small star,

how we wonder when you are.

 

Twinkle twinkle shining star

how we wonder who we are.

Are you us when we are light

Are we you when we shine bright?

Twinkle twinkle shining star

How we wonder who we are.

 

Following gratitude for winter’s metamorphic suffering and chronically stressed tough-love teachers,

Grandmother Moon responded with polycultural wisdom of waxing and waning hope for spring’s new life:

 

“When winter’s suffering composts in each person,

compassion grows more inclusive and diverse,

richer, more fertile root systems,

arguing with rather than arguing against,

struggling with rather than struggling against.

 

Composted in the family,

co-passion will optimize wealth of nutritional values for all senses, feelings, awareness;

Composted in the neighborhood and your local cooperative economy,

and political platforms, policies, plans,

co-passion will positively slow-growth multiply;

Organically composted throughout the nations,

cooperative ownership and lifestyles could optimize economic and sociotherapeutic regenerativity,

recreating cooperative Win-Win cultural assumptions

from that old-school pre-millennial Win-Lose competitive economics,

permaculturaling our wealth of nations;

Composting Earth’s natural systemic information,

co-passionate comprehensive consciousness grows Universal Justice.”

 

“Therefore:

According to the individual’s compassion, the individual practices integrative justice;

According to the family’s compassion, the family practices inclusive justice;

According to the Beloved Community’s investment in downstream cooperative compassion,

the community practices ecological justice with and for communities

both upstream and downstream.

How do I know Earth Rights and Wealth of Justice evolve this way?

Earth’s natural flow and function is my compost,

as Her regenerative flow and function is your Elder.”

 

During the subsequent long warm summer days

of maturing gardens and wisdom,

the ReGenesis Community’s Universalist Justice Prophets of the Unraveling Future

and Unitarian Compassion Mystics of Reweaving Cultural Herstory,

stewed this steamy stone soup compost.

 

Each prophet and mystic, Yanger and Yinner, Universalist and Unitarian,

shares his and her struggles with injustice and need,

we sing our segregating sexual, racial, ecological, economic, political, historical and cultural hurt and disappointment,

we dirge our painful risks of exposure,

and anger about harm and violence to and with all Earth’s nature.

including every “my nature matters” message and slogan and sign of impending flying apart, rather than investing in flying together.

We decompose our chronic sub-optimizing economies of impoverishment,

our wants and hopes with literally evaporating faith in anthrocentric future prospects.

We grapple for life fully lived in the future,

at least as well as now.

 

These are gratefully shared

within our families and cooperative residences,

within our diverse ReGenesis committees and projects,

commissions and vocations,

within our PTA education-as-if-life-mattered consumer co-ops,

and our public policy production and vocation industries,

our homeless shelters, prisons, rehab centers, and asylums.

 

Our Autumn Perennial Harvest Report begins, “True justice is no more anthro-centric than ego-centric. No more ego-centric than Left-brain dominant.

 

“Perhaps our permacutural justice opera is sung in a difficult and challenging key, but it cannot be a song if there is no full-octave key accessible within each, and equitably shared by all.”

 

“Compassion seeds suffer and burst, struggle and strain, first within our dark winters,

toward ego-Left and eco-Right balanced root systems,

seeking peace-filling integrity of justice for ourselves,

and then others,

our interdependent co-passionate mentors and messiahs,

and then Earth Herself, with all nature’s species and Tribes,

within all revolving time,

advocate for all generations of life.

 

Universal Justice expands up and out Yang from Unitarian compassion roots,

Yang from Yin,

mutually consuming and productive cycles of becoming fit to thrive together.

 

Universal Justice flowers from Unitarian bicultural yang/yin balance,

as Left to Right hemispheric balance,

as West to Eastern cultural wisdom,

as space from time’s unfolding,

rhythm from rhyme’s iconic order,

rational logic from eco-logically informed systemic function,

deductive reason discerned from inductive,

experiential,

reconnecting wisdom.

 

Left from Right

as regathering nature from regifting Elder spirits,

as belonging grows from longing to reconnect,

as July’s bloom emerges from January’s gloom.

 

 

“Communication of justice,

to be communication at all,

must be a cooperative enterprise;

not a competitively punishing exercise in dominatrix.

 

Information about rights and wrongs,

to be informing,

to be formational at all,

to have integrity,

to become integrative,

Unitarian,

must be a transaction between cooperative subjects with a shared nutritional growth objective.

 

Life, to be fully lived,

and not decadent, diseased, dissonantly restrained, victimizing and violent,

to avoid rushing madly toward flat-line economic segregating death

while still breathing bad air

and beating bad blood;

This polycultural kinda “beloved” justice emerges from cooperative co-passionate vocations

with and for and of all Earth’s Tribes, species, trees and forests and oceans.

Polycultural justice equivalently loves all Earth’s mutually grateful, resonant, seasons and generations,

including summer’s heated gratitude for the suffering sadness of winter,

Polycultural justice invites all Earth’s Past and Future Redeemer Regenerations to Universally Permacultural Life.”

 

And, so, with this Great Transitional season upon us,

all Beloved ReGenesis Unitarian Universalists said:

Amen!

 

Benediction:

 

May we breathe out more fully Unitarian co-passionate light.

May we go forth full-breathing in Universal Light of Justice.

May we add our UUs together, to resolve this hot mess of compassionate Win-Win justice  for our ecosystemic bodies and soils, souls and minds.

May we suffer and forgive with gratitude each of Earth’s generous and lovely mutual mentors and messiahs,

transgenerationally revolving back to the beginning of Time’ Universal Integrity and Beloved polycultural consciousness.

 

Note: Remarks and Benediction prepared for USH, Hartford, CT, July 12, 2015.

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