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Stuff I Wonder

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?

Your day?

What do you feel first most days?

Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,

or totally given over to worry,

anxiety about your shortness of time?

 

Is this life the one you had in mind as a child?

When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream?

Or is it your nightmare?

Or something in between?

If so, which parts are closest to your dream

and what were you doing

and how old were you

and who did you live with

as this became your dream?

Were these relationships good dream mentors for you?

How did you get to this day, this place, this vocation?

When did the nightmares start

and are they something more than the fear

of your own cherished dream’s loss?

 

What is that one thing that sets you apart,

that is your unique character fingerprint?

How is your identity unique from all other identities alive now,

or in the past,

or in future generations?

And, if your uniqueness is no one thing,

but a constellation of attributes,

characteristics, dreams, fears, wisdom,

aspirations, relationships, memories,

then how is any one of those unique to you,

and if none is,

after due consideration,

then how are you not part of me

and all that is related to you

that is also related to others

that are less directly related to you,

on back to the emergence of memory capacity itself?

 

What do you imagine was that first memory?

Do you think it was of longing or belonging,

or somehow both,

like the contentment waiting within harmonic contention,

resolution waving toward our future,

still waiting in noncontentious background?

 

Is this content intuited as in-format-ionic,

to know and love nature’s wise re-solutions?

Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,

Yin- and Yang-tempered resolutions,

optimizing balanced incoming diastolic form

and outgoing memory-folded content?

Really?

 

It’s that prime permaculturally balanced,

optimizing enculturation’s meaning

by minimizing  future’s monoculturally rapacious dissonance?

Really?

 

 

 

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Great-Horned Owl

I remember that walk

with my Great Horned Owl

lying on wilting green bed of grass

next to her severed left wing,

her eyes so Open Sesame

in a cardboard box

my arms were graced to carry

to her grave.

 

I remember billowing ribbons of vapored breath

sweeping out toward yellow brown hay stubble fields,

our red barn and fake-brick farmhouse,

carrying messianic wonder and hope,

worry and fear and unworthy sobs

for this Earth,

so richly endowed with ionic wisdom,

to choose us for her

Permaculturing Opera.

 

But, I was eight

with much to unlearn,

and this may be why Sage Owl

had come to vaccinate me,

to show me through her dying

that Permaculture Tribe

mentors me to ask for water

cupped in my young right hand,

open to her infinite swelling eyes

leaking thirsty freedom justice,

tipping sea salty balance

toward all Earth’s shamanic polycultured Tribes.

 

I buried her for far too long,

apparently justice flies with older wisdom.

We are each ecologically programmed shamans

blindly dodging barbed wire fences.

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Twinkle Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder who you are,

are you me when I am light,

am I you when I shine bright?

Twinkle, twinkle shining star,

how I wonder who we are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder what you are,

up above this Earth so high,

like a diamond in our sky.

Twinkle, twinkle flying star,

how I wonder what you are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder when you are,

did you used to be more bright,

is there time to touch your light?

Twinkle, twinkle blinking star,

how I wonder when you are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder where you are,

are you shining in my past,

or calling me to come home fast?

Twinkle, twinkle wandering star,

how I wonder where we are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder why you are,

are you here to calm my fear,

am I here to send you cheer?

Twinkle, twinkle silent star,

how I wonder why we are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder how you are,

do you have a cold today,

are you sure you feel OK?

Twinkle, twinkle cloudy star,

how I wonder how you are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder if you are,

have you blinked your last goodbye

flickered out a burning sigh,

Twinkle, twinkle black night star

how I wonder if we are.

 

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Dear Permacultured Salvation Army

I would so appreciate an invitation to co-mentor Permacultural EcoTherapy with others sharing gratitude for mutual caretaking while stepping into a salvific place to synergetically develop ecological consciousness, which I believe is rooted in mutually subsidiary, positive teleological, and multisystemic economic values.

That is a lot of words requiring rather precise definitions, which also tend to have a lot of those same other words; analogical phrases reflecting each other through interdependent paradigmatic lenses. For me, salvation is something we do together,

  • that permaculturalists think of as therapeutic for what ails our ecosystems and biosystems, both internal and external,
  • that compassionate caretakers, with some ecoystemic theoretical background, understand as Basic Multisystemic Attendance,
  • that neuroscientists understand as molecular, neural, cellular, and organic RNA/DNA-generated mutually-balancing fractal memory-code intelligence, or mutual-intuitive ecoconsciousness,
  • that polyculturally optimized “climax communities” understand as positive meaning explicating negatively dissonant, irrationally implicating purpose, just as positive doubles negative, convex transduces concave, light transforms dark.

Multisystemic, enthymematic, communicators predicate past salvation into their future vocational orthopraxis, just as our permaculturally sustained future implicates past meaningful eco-nomial optimization intent.

Group Theorists believe that positive economials are polynomials, implicately, and reverse-corollary, predicated by non-polynomial spacetime informating trends.

It would be so helpful to think out loud about how my past incarnates into our optimized future orthopraxis together, just as imagined potential permacultural futures imply past intentional experience with ecological optimization,

  • how past production builds future consumption, as future consumption implies former production,
  • how past prey lead to future predators, and future predators imply potential prey,
  • how “pay-it-forward” hosts lead to cooperative, and sometimes troublesome, parasites, and  sustainable parasitic economic behavior implies the continued wellbeing of our benign Commons host.

Our past permacultural intentions transform into future orthopraxis, just as our economic future transduces past ecological optimization intent, winnowing, evolving memory of value-balancing outcomes.

We can develop residential and vocational cooperatives, consumer and production and recycling cooperatives, with mutual polycultural mentoring, an orthopraxis of multisystemic nutritional communication, design, planning, to facilitate regenerative solutions to identity, vocational, environmental, economic, and residential challenges, issues, tensions, intentions for optimally sustaining our Beloved Community.

The Salvation Army’s ReGenesis Project.

 

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ReGenesis

When we see regenerate systemic structure,

Then we know regenerative prime function,

of time and relationship,

of space and sequential proportion,

of polyculturing revolutions

devouring monocultures in warm synergetic baptisms.

 

When we know regenerative primal function,

We learn to hear regenerating frequencies,

We fear unregenerative force,

We evolve  faith-praxis through ReGenetic Intelligism,

(oops, did I say that out loud?).

 

When we evolve multisystemic orthopraxis through ReGenetic Wisdom

Then we mentor co-regeneration,

mutual evolve-informing subordinate,

reiterative listening and syncing,

positive generous timeliness,

in Basic Attendance spaciousness,

diastatic lungs and heart and consciousness

in peace-radiant love with Earth’s unfolding song and dance.

 

+/-Eulerian + RNA 4-Based Binomial Geometric Evolutionary Logical,

Ecological and Biological,

and Regenerative Nuclear Linear-Polar String Revolving 4-equi-dimensional

thermodynamic and electromagnetic prime relationship balance,

where +Polynomial = -(-)Polynomial Open Hierarchical Balanced MultiSystemic Information Win-Win Assumption.

 

See Buckminster Fuller on prime tetrahedral revolving dynamic evolution of spacetime,

fractal information as energy,

(0)-sum Core Vector [convex] OVER Core Vortex [concave].

And also consider a post-millennial revision of cultural Taoism

so Yang = +1 QBit, as

Yin = (-)-1 QBit, and

Permaculturing Tao = +/(-)- Prime Fractal Ergodic 0-soul Theorem (Gregori Perelman, et. al.)

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Going Native

Yang’s guerrilla tactics

camouflage Yin’s indigenous strategic order.

Messianic Yang fascinations

uncover Yin”s mutual mentoring subsidiarity,

savific yeast transducing light’s form

into heated wriggling function,

fertilizing her benign messianic host.

 

Positive forceful Yang form

double bound and diastolic flow

held within reflecting Yin’s not(not) fold,

wu wei unformed pregnant function

waiting form’s wombing space

to greet time’s implicating moment,

an open summer rose

closing evening’s shade,

bud born again,

explicitly waiting next dawn’s radiant light,

a new guerrilla wave of tribal buzziness.

 

Indigenous system-deviant tactics

morph as guerrilla strategies,

sly camouflage,

dissonating those who prefer remaining normal

in face of wilder nature’s naked purpose,

seducing mutual nativity,

regenerate solidarity,

indigenous integrity of grace-filled meaning.

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Polyculture Asylum

She still flinches

when a hand from on high

heads too close to her head,

like an abused undomesticated bitch

with too much oppositionally heated

bipolarity for safe freedom

outside silent medicated silos,

well intended asylums

without her sense of humor.

 

How would I live without her gift

of oppositional comedy?

Where yes means no, or maybe yes

or I’m not sure I grok what you say,

but I see smiling,

gratitude for time, life

mentoring me how we look to Other,

playing oppositional synergetic noticing,

then trusting functional potential

rather than swinging hand

from up,

and back at pain,

lost hope.

 

How would I trust without total faith in her

utterly sociopathic guilelessness?

She could tell a lie,

but why would she care enough

about what you think,

about what you smell,

about what you see, or don’t see, for that matter,

or even feel,

to bother to lie to you!?

 

So, when I ask her,

“Are you more happy now,

or more sad?”

and she opens her full radiant beams

up toward my hands

and lispily adds,

“More happy…what’s that smell?”

I know she would have said the same

even without this smell

I cannot quite sense,

and hope so much is not me.

 

To grow capacity for happiness

and brief glimpses of saner kindness,

like “Make me breakfast, please!”

without even a prompt,

and then the quiet “Thank you” gravy

as I turn my back

to wash her filthy dishes,

regenerates our polyculturing

lives of solidarity,

dancing eye-to-eye.

 

He, Yin son,

without capacity to language,

throws dimples on this dancing song

telling stories he learned by heart,

in shrieks and gales and waves of

rich composting laughter,

spinning wild saliva strings,

radiant Angelman joy.

 

Old Right hemispheric dominant

icon of ecological myth,

ego zero-balanced centric identity,

son of Universal Mediums,

breathes and beats his

well-indented teething ring,

hypnotic alchemistirring wand

drenched with passionate mindfulness.

 

 

 

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Schizoid Polypath

Imagine paranoid schizophrenia evolving

as Right-hemispheric dominant bipolarity

living in a stress-filled ecosystem

of dismaying relationships

with human natural systems,

family and those other aliens.

 

Now imagine paranoid behavior’s function

finds an entirely natural schizophrenic response

to an abusive

marginalizing

institutionalizing cultural reaction against madness.

 

We used to call less paranoid bipolarity

shamans and prophets,

witches and medicine men,

wizards and sages

and wise old crones,

messiahs and wise men,

mystics and hermits

pot heads and opium addicts.

 

Now we call such mediums

schizophrenic and really nothing more,

other than paranoid, of course.

We fail to remember that paranoia

is not

if “they” really have decided you are merely insane,

without any cultural value or merit.

For hyper-curious bipolarity,

a constantly stressing threat

of perpetual solitary confinement,

followed by voices screaming prophecies of doom.

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How Am I Not Part of You?

In which sense am I not you

and those from whom we emerged together?

What does this leave,

only those into whom I emerge toward?

If so, in what sense

does our future incarnation

transcend life and death,

and, without biological progeny,

is my ecological Self more marginal

than self-perpetuating stuff of breeders?

 

My mind avoids such

non-ego-individuating limitation.

 

Do bioparents bear more mentorship authority

or stewardship responsibility

for our children’s future than do I,

adoptive only?

(Yet, repeatedly!)

 

My heart does not embrace

echoing reified eternity

after dying.

My heart wants

self-perpetuating climax,

cutting edge of surfing soaring belonging

singing,

regenerating in this ocean of Solar Systemic music,

and rhythm dance explicating memories

and full-functional imaginations,

night dreams and day design,

learning as we fly together

to create as we have learned

to love our children’s future.

 

I swim toward freedom

to do as eco-self wants,

to be what I most gracefully prefer,

to belong with whom and what I most long,

rather than what I can afford to purchase.

We compost freedom to grow in integrity,

synergy,

love.

To become where we most primally belong,

to incarnate our (0)-sum smooth-structured souls,

carnating eco-self identity

evolving EarthTribe’s permacultured history

from ecstatic conception unfolds a person,

a faith community,

a GLQ community,

a bisexual transpeciated community,

a transgender community,

any community or communication,

story,

history,

permacultural revolution,

an information processing polymorphic system

reiteratively learning our interdividuating evolution,

a globally revolving spacetime network

of informating ribonucleo-string,

full-octave colored umbilical cord

wending in toward dark-eyed yesterdays.

 

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Regenerative Tao of Systems (Natural and Otherwise)

Economic orthopraxis

is to

ecological  intent,

as

Reconnecting religious orthodoxy

is to

spiritual nutrient-balancing intent,

as

Optimizing belonging praxis

is to

longing for compassion’s harmonizing intent,

longing to purposefully and optimally grow,

longing to reconnect our shared vocational meanings;

a permacultural positive teleology

rooted in basic attendance.

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