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Golden Rule/Ratio/Elixir Upgrades

Not just do to; do with:
Do with others as political and economic you expect and hope with others.

Not just do with; do with each Eternal Moment,
as has always been done with you
and your Elders still flowing within you,
as always will become done with
throughout this eternally regenerative DNA/RNA-solidarity moment.

Sustainably do with others,
as political-economic eco-logical you
expect and hope with others.

Not just others; but all others,
living and dead,
and future generations,
regenerations
of not only our species
but all species living on and in Earth’s Promised Permaculturing Garden.

Sustainably do with all co-arising others,
as poli-economic encultured you
expect and hope with all Earth’s Tribes.

Not just expect treatments, relationships, transactions;
but expect co-empathically inclusive trust evolving healthy truths with grateful beauty,
optimizing cooperative and peaceful relationships
of mutually appreciative intent
and practice,
expect gratitude to articulate our holistic co-ecology of multicultural grace.

Trustingly do with all co-arising others,
as poli-economic holistic ecology encultured you
trust as positive healthy integrity,
active cooperating peace on and in and for and with
advocates and occupiers also from Earth’s ReGenesis Original Intent.

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Outrageous Raves

I doubt the opposite of bliss
could be hate,
for bliss blinds synaptic
and fast-fades ephemeral,
as if it too soon
had never been.

Hate broods and breeds
festers and feeds
on past angry memories
fading forward future fears
of empty echoing
hot flowing paranoia
feasting on should have beens,
could have becomes,
if not for ruinous mortality.

In life’s end,
defeat,
in our beginning,
terror of relentless terror.

No, I sense the opposite of bliss
is rage,
blindingly synaptic,
fading back to slow-burning distrust
of life’s long-suffering challenges,
anthro on anthro.
At least, I cannot recall rage
about the weather,
or mosquitoes,
or even swarming bees.

Rage,
contrasted to more generic angry fear-filled panic,
overpowers even Earth’s transpeciating terrors
then fades back
as if it had never been
any more than hyperactive mistrust,
unsafely harbored in swarming seas of dissonant stress.

Blissful rave through hateful rage,
Earth’s vast embodied stage
for feelings flowing like light and dark clouds
before sun and star light’s constant transparent witness,
waiting for emotive multicultures to learn balance,
like midway infants
learning which operatic brights
bring bliss
which bring rage
and what will outrageously radical raves feel like
to timelessly sustain,
living full-stretched balance.

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BiCameral Ecologic-Rhythms

He awoke won but foggy morning
with a benignly felt Conjecture:

Positive Psychology
is also Political-Economic Health Projection

Cognitive truth statements (+)
feel aesthetically beautiful,
proportional.

Theorem (-,-) as not not Conjecture

False relational and transactional anti-reality
unreasonable absence of good faith,
feels aesthetically chaotic,
dissonant,
distorted,
arhythmic,
unpatterned,
notnot information
having merely potential co-empathic
co-arising powers in some future or past time
that could not possibly be now;
ex-formation.

Conjectures co-arise Theorems
as Theorems prove/disapprove
(0)riginating Conjectures

as Left languaged Brain
co-arises Right Brain’s notnot balancing co-empathic feelings:
trust (+1) binary Tao-sync with (-0),
mistrust (0),
active distrust (-,-) mutual immunity to conjectured truth-value statement.

Empathic Trust conjoins healthy political co-arising relationships
and eco-normic, or ecological, nondual transactions
between Left Conjecture and Right-Proportioned-Patterned Theorems,
while
Cognitive Dissonance enjoins further confrontation,
chronic stress heading toward climatic distress
between Left/Right Balancing Conjectural Theorems
discontinuously evolving benign political-economic identity
confluent with healthy EarthTribe minds and bodies.

Healthy truth slow-grows trust
or revolutionary bust
of collectively incarnated conjecture bubbles.

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Tree Flying

Watching each moment,
as high as bone and flesh weight allow,
in my low-limbed high-rise chestnut tree,
immersed in meadow sea of bird-flight creation,
I hope to hear our past
folding back to inform empathic feeling.
A memory,
a smile with bemusing frown.

I become benign prey
of watcher’s warm, yet sometimes too distant stale, intent.
Grace absorbs
through warm skin sky
up and out into warmer guts of flying synergy.

These are my claim on graced Elders
watching in my direction
only when I remember to notice them
waving, oscillating, spinning in and through and by me.
Informing my inner space and flow,
settling my Earthly tenacious rooted infrastructure.

Elixir of warm August humid breezes
breathing watchers in;
breathing echo watched insides reversed out
to feed these weaving sultry leaves.

If I notice empathic trust
then I am gratefully watched.
When I am grateful for in-between prehension
then I am gracefully watching ecotherapeutic us,
together,
tree and me,
riding just-us under tallest canopy of waving leafy branches,
floating Elder trees,
flying breeze
forever.

We are weaving won
waving out
surfing slowly back toward wind-stormed sun.

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Getting Into It

Where have you been?
We stopped taxing investments in worker-owned cooperatives
decades ago.
They all have missions to do one or two of two possible things,
To recycle matter to highest use
with least carbon-based effort/loss of reinvestment values,
And to repurpose creatures, great and small,
to highest and deepest multiculturally heathy purposefulness,
rooted in our mutually-held
co-empathic trust
and faith in regenerate, co-redemptive, health.

Oh.
Where was I when all this happened?

That was when you were helping convert
both non- and for-profit corporations,
and most of Earth’s governors
and political and economic scientists
to worker-consumer-resident-owned cooperatives.

Anyway,
consumers and residents oversee their budgets
including third-party payers
but the front-line staff workers and caregivers
are in political charge of administration
within boundaries ecologically supported
by consumers/residents.

I’m confused.
How do consumers exercise responsibility for
a cooperative’s budget development,
much less oversight of implementation?

Well, it varies between active through one-time-exchange,
depending on what type of collective budgeting we speak of.
For example,
Ballots for elected government positions
are written for economic empowerment decision-making,
showing a range of proposed expenditure budgets
with line items showing intended categorical outcomes.

Wait,
I have one right here.
There’s education,
security,
transportation,
utilities,
health and nutrition,
recreation/therapeutic mindbody treatments.

Oops.
Wait a minute,
that’s my household budget.
Well, close enough for government work.

Are you telling me your ballot looks like four budgets,
one for each active political party?

Essentially, yes.
Then, once results are tabulated,
the political party nominees “owning” the most preferred economic/ecological plan
become the elected public office-holders.
Their job is to balance the diverse ranges of support found
within their consumer/resident market populations
through their diverse economic co-investment ballot choices,
expressing their highest and best ecotherapeutic values
for themselves and their families
and all of Earth’s Tribes.

How do they have time to do that
and still figure out how best to deliver services?

Well, the elected positions
are supported by political policy analysts
decomposing the ratios of annual categorical expenditures
to total corporate expenditures,
including labor and carbon investment.
These ratios are then compared to the combined budget election ratios,
and either reported as up or down from prior precedent.

Reports, as I said,
go to… well, everybody,
but the elected reps and the non-elected civil executors of this public budgeting process
are the only ones who actually study them.
But then there are the academic researchers,
and the independent reporters.

The elected legislators and administrators
either adopt by implementing any therapeutic adjustments expected
or explain to future consumers/residents
why they think they know better
how they can be of service
than we might have gratefully intended
and thanked them for
by voting for our cooperative economic-political stability
and long-term health outcomes.

Oh.
Where do you live again?

You ask me that every time we talk.
You’re getting old.
I will live in The Promised Land’s EcoTribe
with you.

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Fundamentals Revisited

If it is a premise of fundamentalists,
whether Christian or Islamic or Devil Worshipers,
that Reason is bad, faith is good,
what could anyone reasonably say
that could not be unfaithful to good?

However, as I recall,
there is that oft-quoted Christian maxim
of Paul the Apostle:
faith without works is dead.
So there is good faith,
which works,
and bad faith,
which doesn’t.

So, if reason is bad
and good faith is discerned through good works,
then good work could only be unreasonable.
Yet I so doubt that a Carpenter from Nazareth,
or anyone who is trying to build anything positive
with cooperative and healthy intent,
would consider good outcomes unreasonable.

Why isn’t it more fundamental to believe that good faith produces good reason,
while bad faith leads to poor reason?
with poor, unredemptive outcomes,
ghettos of mystically terrified and terrifying despair
and anarchy of distrusts leading toward more ballistically active hatreds.

Why would any messiah worth the title teach otherwise?
Why isn’t this fundamental to Christianity?
Or, maybe it is but we have our language backwards.

Politically and economically cooperative and multiculturally inclusive Christians
are the hard working good faith fundamental
Basic Messianic Christians.
And, the pseudo-fundamentalist more rabid Evangelicals
are exercising their radically unreasonable absence of good co-messianic faith.

It amazes me about myself and those I love
that we have patiently tolerated this about face,
from “you will know them by their love”
to you will know them by their supremacist hate for other religions and cultures,
their self-congratulatory antipathy for communitarian political and economic beliefs,
their active mistrust of other racial and language characteristics,
other gender identities and proclivities and internal truths of good faith being
and integrative becoming.

If good faith without good works is radically dead,
then well-reasoned, healthy co-empathic trusting faith
is fundamental to ‘Earth’s multiculturing good faith systems,
like fertile seeds and eggs
growing into adult polypathic maturity.

 

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The Unfortunate Press Release

The not so Great Swami Minister of Health
unleashed a Press Release today.
One member of the O So Commercial Media bothered to show up
and described it as more of an assault, really,
than a release,
more of an appalling mauling than a kiss.
and about truly unpressing fortunate events,
totally unusable
and surprisingly sick
for a minister of unsick.

First, thank you so much for coming,
s/he began,
and going through our not so clearly naked Exit absence of signs
and sighing whistles and untoiling bells.
Life is not death,
unless you prefer it that way
or you are a victim of cruel and unusual private sector neglect
or public sector abuse
or all of the above.

Deep listening before projectile
pressing cathartic releases
does appear to be dying out.
So, in that sense of non-awareness,
healthy life is dying out
of all mass media outlets,
but not to worry,
hardly anyone goes to mass anymore anyway
as it has become a highly toxic environment
for thinking-feeling women
and young non-altar boys in particular.

Yesterday the Bishops of Sacred Right
and Wrong Left Turns
blissfully considered passing out
communion through drive-by shooting windows
on-line,
thereby joining the Unitarians
conjoining virtual RealTime grace
dispensations
for those living
and not invested in dying
which is where I came in
and exited through a rarely sniffed
non-sectarian portal
of multiculturing health,
for ecoministers only,
which seems to leave out the null set,
so you press and more slowly release.

Folks need not even try
to die this Earth-committed way.

We would not like you to appear
as if talking pro-Earth life stances,
cynical nature-glances
lances aimed at health without despair
and non-commercial dying.

While media inlets prefer high numbers,
where the mental health department prefers low,
zero seems a more nondually compromised way to go.

I realize the egomaniacs within us
believe with full integrity
that one is fun,
and rightfully straight,
but please therapeutically recall
zero is radically replete
as enlightenment is to the Sun
Times you cannot and probably should not
evenly try to read backward again.

Press Releasionships make me sweat,
it’s much too warm in the middle of our piles.
So, finally, I problame this New Health Rule
of Lover’s Law:
Thermodynamic balance within
is also without
or we have climatic collapse instead.

That said,
we also are recovering from disturbing compiliance
with whole Black Holes
of communion so deep and dense
every time someone farts
my pantyhose swell out and shout
but that wasn’t me
because I’m your minister of loving health.
That was the Other Guy.
You know, the one whose shadow
falls across your mirror
of not so pressing unreleases.

Thank you so much for coming and going.
Please remember to leave all doors open
on your way into healthier light.

My absence of thought for this night,
as you drift off into your silly place,
sacred space:

Earth has a mind of Her own,
ecosystemically intelligent functional press and release recycles
through seasons of perennial health redevelopment.

And remember childhood is not something to grow out of,
like a pair of too-tight pantyhose,
childhood is something to sustain
while we pretend to care about
not so depressing unreleases
that showed up
to act out
for some other creature
with urgent impress-and-release therapeutic intent.

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Her Never Ending Other Story

WINTER

We all have heard The Greatest Creation Story Ever Told,
and it is
as title so boldly baldy states.

Yet, within and without,
before yet also after,
this History of Earth’s CoRedemption
deepy lies
highest and healthiest Her EarthStory
born of SunLove,

SPRING

RNA’s ReGeneration of Creativity Story
nurturing nature
embracing trees of life
and of dualdark cosmology,
DeComposition,
uncomposing our History song and BusinessAsUsual dance.

Spring’s decomposition prophetess sighing surf
implications
remembering future’s reincarnate regenerative preferences
for health-cooperative networks,
fire-sided circles extending family political legends
and hopes,
dreams and fears,
designing and writing PermaCultural Operas,
then circling and spiral dancing these forward-hoping gifts
through labyrinthine polycultural productions,
RNA’s love-sprouts.

SUMMER

HerStory’s Musical TragiComedy,
in Four Acts,
begins as embryonic healthy Uracil with Cytosine,
composting winter,

anticipating this Great Transitional Spring
of regeneratively green rainbows,
crystal-fractal PreMillennial trinitarians,
birthing cooperative 4D nondual co-arising WinWins
as WealthWithoutWalls nurturance,

Followed by Summer’s PostMillennial regenerative climax
of health-resonant political-economic resolutions,
full-octave (0)-scaled cooperatives
of opulently lattice-networked slow-growth DNA development
and kinda sexy in a transgenderational
multicultural
thrustingly and receivingly with gratitude
empathic kinda way.
HerStory’s consumer-production diastatic balance

Closing with Fall’s integral harvest of polypathic manna
within and from Earth’s Heavenly flow-streams of sap,
pee and sperm,
pollen and seeds,
bicamerally pumping blood and surfing in and out waters
of perennial post-climatic baptism

into advent of yet another Winter
sitting in warm solidarity circles
around HerStory’s nurturing fire,
singing PermaCultural Operas of health nurturing EarthTribes,
together at love’s great culminating last,
recalling unfortunate former climatically competitive History
flying apart.

Earth’s Greatest Nurturing Intelligence Story
tells tall fall
and listens deep ecosystemic function,
presence of conscious co-empathic mind
producing season’s of health v pathology development.

AUTUMN

Sadly, death is as necessary to ecologies of intelligible life
as monocultural competitions are to organic multisystemic cooperation,
and so this HerStory as HiStory NonDual Two must pass
into a final Fall Curtain,
eventually,
and yet time enough for Earth’s fully self-sustaining regenesis
is eternity and omnipotence enough for me
within autumnal HerStory.

Then again,
there was that implication
of slowly rising understoried regenerative love-curtain
equivalent to Fall’s degenerative notnot desertion,

WINTER

recycling Her New CoEmpathic Golden Hibernation Stories,
born of murmuring multicultural lulla-goodbye farewell namastes,
echoing reiterations of Aloha Time’s HerStoric
bilateral dipolar remembering,
reincarnational cosmology of NotNot Over
’til the rainbow-regenerative Lady
finishes singing EarthTribe’s Great ReGeneration Opera.

 

 

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Genius Sorta Smells

Welcome to the integral states of up and becoming polypathologists,
tautologically
deep MindSense/BodyFeel ecologists
listening graceful co-mentors before gratefully speaking
ecoconscious evolutionaries.

Past Yang political Angers
recreate Future Yin-Fear of hated economic decomposition,
recession,
depression, etc….

Co-Arising

Past Yang-Truths
recreating Future YinYin Fertility
of WinWin healthy regenerativity.

Let us check our polypathic receptors together.

What do monocultures smell like to you?

Like death maybe?

What about monopoly of ownership and power?

Smells too hot-humid-sweaty for me.
And, not that fresh sweat either.
That old dried-in rank
building up in some dark closed airless
locked up silo of uncirculating fat deposits
for months without acknowledged end.

What about monochromatic?

Like death racing supremacist skin
and gut-burning ethno-arrogant fire.

OK then, now to brighter options.
What does polyculture smell like to you?

Like rich fertile soil
under sweet wildflower meadows
surrounded by lavender bushes
and wild cherries in my mouth
and on my dripping hands,
while stomping grapes into wine
that smells as rich and fertile as maple’s golden spring sap.

How about polymorphic fragrances?

Green grasses
and wooded forests of trees,
yet also bloody metallic-boned noses
and surfing seas
and a faint whiff of well-fed farty asses.

Hmmm. Polyhedral?

Fragrant fractal fusions of surfing saltwater
on a warm sunny day
with a cool pacific breeze
caressing my nose and eyes and ears and atlantic hair,
noticing horizons as clouds
yet also other seasonable opportunities,
reasonable dialectical dipolarity,
the equivo-ambivalent center of surf Yang Inhale
with Yin Stretching Out concave…

Sounds like a good day at the beauty beach.

No, that’s the smell of polypathy,
total genius
smells like money that’s been sea-salt stored
in a very special place
by a very special someone,
wanting to invest totally in me,
each Other,
and Earth’s full Tribal health.

Polypaths smell like healthy cooperative wealth.
To me, anyway.
How ’bout you?

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