Why would I care enough
to open your story?
Why don’t I care enough
to fill you in to mine?
I love your wild willingness,
can’t say the same for our willfulness
to exchange our belonging
for side-by-side longing.
for being karma’s relentless becoming
when we could more peacefully
become simple incarnate beings.
Prime being together
feeds my soul to yours,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild beings
with stir-flying nice.
Natural nutrients grow strong values
folding our stories with care.
It was there
right there
on woodland’s playground
when I first knew
something stirs very wrong.
I was blind to balls
hurled at me,
being It is not why I grow my mind and body,
or is it?
I am “It!”
or at least half It.
It and I play best alone.
He slows down
to notice ocean surf
waving back and forth
an ocean sighing Hi, then low,
creeping in and sucking out.
It both hugs and climbs trees
to the very top
on windy ways
to wave back.
Why is It so shy?
Or, am I hiding her-him,
I’m not sure,
some of both
but too androgynous Him
fears no one else notices
surf rolls in and reverses out.
It knows bi-natured law
prehensile full-bodied grasp
of organic life’s humorous ambiguity
creative ambivalence
righteous equivalent functions and flows
of yang with yin within,
as without,
below,
as above,
before,
as to come,
long,
as to belong now,
together.
It’s so hard to not love
not share
bare
expose cooperatively unbalancing It.
S/he is soo… much fun!
laughs with everyone
generous enough to return this fine favor.
It’s polypathic polyculturing
binomial binary buddha brain
saturates flowering rain
dissects words to heal disharmonic logos
through permacultured alchemy linguistics,
a language It fears to ultimately find
merely eisegetical,
It chooses Red Rover
over soccer,
plays teacher with girls
over driving trucks and trains,
thinks compulsively about this problem of evil
while watching Leave it to Beaver,
where Father Knows Best,
over pitching stones and driving tractor.
It feels older and wiser than Him
but they are born twins
or so it seems
but It mysteriously explores incarnating cycles,
watching double-funneling raincloud whirlwinds
wind wending Elder ways
etching whorlwaters in our sea of shared identity,
or is whipping wind following whirling water,
but certainly both?
It abhors stability,
but adores regenerating solidarity.
It mentors ecotherapy with trees and me,
shows me boundary issues and branch
functions and frequencies
between August’s Yangish fire
and winter’s quenching white snow and ice,
between autumn’s wind falling regenetic harvest
and spring’s diastolic succulent soil
decomposing nutrients
growing new perennial rings in this life’s tree,
new leaves of grass-fed hope
new polyculture basic, simple-rich compost
new incarnating multisystemic
ecotherapeutic grace,
responsive
resolving
resonant within evil’s missing
non-polynomial dislogical pace,
new flowers and fruit
for Eden’s farm.
Did I just call It a fruit
out loud?
Shit happens inside our playground,
while planning more polyculturally redemptive lives.
I long to write a silent song;
ringing resonant rising
round revolving reach,
risk relaxing riots,
quiet storming streams,
sentient string
waiting your
our
sharing story,
advent’s adventure
deep despair diving
diastolic drifting
out beyond sonorous sea seasons
sweeping flight to gather might,
speaking slyly deep
down steaming volcanoed channels
reaching roots of listening
into Earth’s core chi-soul.
Speak, justly shout enchanting contention
churning charry content,
informating reasons
fine-purposed meanings
boiling funnel tipping
turning spinning
spilling waves of Tao balance
revolving temperamental cross,
straining yang from West to East
reversing yin from East to West
like longing lingering
loitering within belonging
becoming being
yin’s right spins left
good’s evil space
wrestling voices
murmuring
pulsing
massaging rhythm’s blood flows
flying frequencies
echoing past identities
of storms still-dancing
through memory’s veins
and river swollen
spring’s raucous roaring
songs singing silence
I long to write.
i breathe in
filling convex body/mind’s shellac,
immunizing ego-surface identity.
i breathe out concave,
eco-individuating,
growing within perennial rings
of encoded memory branches
rooting through human nature’s
bicameral Tree of Life.
i breathe in
your becoming,
your evolving design story,
shared incarnational trunk
fed by our mutually resonant RNA taproot,
infinitely more prime relationally alike than not
one binary-binomial mutual-informating network
of incarnation’s grace.
we breathe out through lungs,
our polymorphic beating, pumping heart’s raison d’etre,
original design coincidental intention,
finding freedom to share air
within our red warmed blood rivers
and tributaries
babbling brooks
and swampy creeks.
we breathe in engorging air-quenched brains,
our bipolar lungs’ Original Intention,
practice
discipline
stretching exercise,
sucking in contented sap of mutual regeneration,
suffering sting of toxic double-bound immunity.
we breathe out deeply, purging
reaching down and in
pushing from testicles and ovary wombs
and shared root system
whose first morphic product
was our polyculture developing healthy heart.
we breathe in
our mutual eco-regeneration,
developing perennial harmonic cycles of memory,
encoding this year’s branches
on our human gracing Tree of Life.
Breathing deeply and inclusively,
our sweeping permacultural vocation,
valentine.
I belong to metallic Earth,
solar-fired water’s atmosphere;
these oil and blood-fluent elements
would feel freer
not belonging to you,
to us.
They
we
are our belongings
but not our property,
commodity.
Our permacultural values
measure and calculate
design and develop
primal qualities of time
predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.
Less time constrains freedom and value.
More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants
with less dissonant restraint,
competitive response;
with more cooperative invitations
for mutual mentoring regenerative options,
our pacific path revealing positive intentions.
Missing freedom suffers,
as missing incarnation dissonates,
as absent polynomials disformate.
Incarnation’s value grows enculturing time
measured with Earth’s elements,
temporal functions,
systems design and development.
Each element
identity
temporal system and set
contains regenerative potentiating value,
functionally forming network constellations
of prime-frequency, flow,
rhythmic relationships,
sustaining balanced harmonies,
an ecological economy,
diastatic until its season to unfold again.
Limited value derives from ego-systemic mortality.
Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical awareness.
Space enacts time’s liturgical rite of passage,
as time incarnates space’s ambivalent function
with fractal equivalent information.
Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points
out equi-valent ecological diastatic potential,
permacultural regenerate systemic values
for changing polycultural maintenance.
I could be less positive of time’s resolving karma
without not(not) as negative
binomially defining
what is not polynomial not
and what must be more positive
you see, or not.
This double negative binding positive
hurts my bicamerolling brain
intuiting what is not Right
deducing what could be Left
to permacultural imaginings
balancing economies with ecologic
synaptic sap reversing
not aptic snap
fusing neural patterns
of polynomial permaculturing positions
overwhelming this knot of double nots.
To be
is to belong meta-diastolic,
I hope a positive existential phenomenon,
whatever that might mean.
But, too long this longish longing
is not to not be,
it is simply a not
waiting for a second;
to not not long
incarnates belonging grace
and not not karmic knots
in negative implicating space
without a proper polynomial place
for knotish naughty
not not negative integrity.
Karma double-masks what grace uncovers
as incarnation reverses back
toward naked origin of well-wombed undouble-knotting fetus,
DNA enscribing nurture’s primal covenant,
warm and fertile buddha-care.
Uncovered human nature
erupts through Janus-masked cocoon
discovering nature’s
uncovering intuition of polyculturing unity;
and competitive not-lose,
hidden within ego-defensive
cognitive dissonant immunity instincts.
We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies
as we become allergic to commodifying competition,
win-lose systemic incorporations.
Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,
Taoists,
Buddhists,
Fullerian Synergists,
enthymematic communicators
re-ligion self-care,
economic ecological care of Other,
Earth Justice,
perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,
prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.
We reach deeply and widely within remembering
our justice womb of poly-solidarity,
regenerate subsidiarity swimming
remerging toward light’s bright flashing flight.
We belong to Earth
and feel freer longing with all of us together
in one Earth-bound network cycle.
EarthTribe lives with
by
for
as cooperative integrity,
Yin-root of Yang
compassioning filled-up mind,
metaphysical spacetime’s place,
polyculturing home.
EarthTribe’s chronic issue
with and from
stimulating and responding
causing and effecting
winning and losing
dialectical behavior’s therapeutic intent,
silently implied assumption
of primally inclusive Thesis.
From how far back in orthodox history
has this Prime Relationship hypothesis emerged?
Which Thesis do we prefer, and why?
Are we in a human race to save scarce time,
without enough for all EarthTribe,
to profusely sweat resonant resolving power
overflowing with bucket lists of diversely correct needs
and inclusive righteous wants,
our asks,
our truly organic special interests,
our WeSelf-marketing,
our egoistic self-delighted wisdom?
Is that who we are,
what we inherited,
how we want our autistic kids to live in
this great transitional
charismatic
Millennialistic Tribe?
Or, could we belong as parasitic cooperators
mentors
prime rooted in power of equi-valent solidarity,
mutually subsidiary,
harmoniously balancing
economizing
eco-logical orthopraxis?
Do we have sufficient time
for gratitude,
sharing this benign EarthHost
we think of as an ecosystem,
we resolve to co-prehensilely embrace
as integrating incarnation’s multisystemic relationships,
we permaculturally plant as self-optimizing polycultures,
we learn as Deep and Wide Ecology,
we humor as eco-centric Zeroism,
wishful willing messianic redeemers,
self-inflicting wild polypathic prophets,
we compute as (0)-sum geometric crystal forms,
spirals,
revolutions,
fractals,
octaves,
waves,
quantic dancing functions and gravity’s restrained relationships,
frequencies of analogical energy
and digitized,
atomized,
double-binary,
dipolar,
binomially balancing informational development trends,
thermodynamic and electromagnet-ionic panentheism
smooth-structuring ragged chaos,
bionically speaking,
both Universal Metric closed-field Set
and metadynamic,
openly magnanimous
CommonSystem?
Metaphysical Positive/Yang greets Negative/Yin
as Physical Universe’s non-polynomial timeless chaos
returns his Grand Empirical,
Polynomial Space-carnating Way.
EarthTribe lives cooperative integrity,
spacetime’s polyculturing EarthHome.
Each moment plant’s nutrient seeds,
yesterday’s twisting,
and hopefully tomorrow’s turning,
synchronic swimming-flying flowers.
Full minds are angels’ playgrounds.
Mindfulness in peaceful moments
grows heart-beat listening to breath,
telling me how I feel
about ego’s relationship with EarthTribe Self.
Mindfulness in high-stress straining eternities
grows breath listening to heart-beat,
telling me how ego feels
about EarthTribe Other
in this chronically incarvating moment.
Optimizing mindful constant growth,
this cooperative conversation between
lungs’ left cycling ego-expiration,
hearts’ right cycling eco-inspiration.
When Yang space polynomials
reverse Yin-timed binomials
as positive says not-not,
and confluence says not dissonant,
and contentment says not quite so contentious,
then Tao’s harmonious
Buddha brained self-other
mutually interdependent redemption emerges
for bipolar balancing minds to glee.
To meditators,
mutual mentors
shamanic bipolar polypaths
those who see too much autistic dissonance
within without,
please consider this invitation
to our incubating laboratory.
Focus on your heart-beat with your right brain
as you inhale,
now focus on your lungs emptying into Earth’s breath
with your left brain
as you exhale.
Please let me know if this does or does not help you
as I find this practice therapeutically responsive
to polycultural life’s intriguingly resolvent
resonating pathologies.
When life feels as adventurous as death’s mysterious threshold,
warm-blooded surfing flow,
then life’s mysterious threshold adventures death’s ego-freeing bliss.
But, stick around,
we need you
to help us clean up this mess we made
together.
As we learn to breathe and play cooperatively together
and put away all our toxic,
extractive,
unredeemable,
eco-illogical toys,
and over-investments in competing games,
a golden ruling rainbow sweeps
my Atlantic’s Pacific Sky,
swirling
swelling back and forth
shepherding past and future regenerators,
speciating spacetime’s
Perma-Ecoculturing Commons.
Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as they float up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter’s full-blowing opera.
Some approach
briefly wave
bowing
bouncing isolated moments,
white lace water,
incarnate grace of space.
Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around
and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
continuing adventive play,
compassioning breath and blood beat.
When we comprehend regenerate systemic structure,
then we grow regenerative prime development function,
of time and praxis,
of space and sequential proportion,
of polyculturing evolutions,
polypathic revolutions,
devouring monocultures in warm-blooded synergetic redemptions.
Play nice,
we’re all in this mess we created together
so we can keep fixing it forever.
This seems to be what happens
while we are planning other things.
While Earth is a global ecosystem composed of many tribal species, forms, ecological functions, frequencies, Earth is also one holistically cooperative, self-regenerative economy.
Our cultural beliefs about “economics” evolved from agrarian and survival instinct origins, when our original economic intent was understood as parasitic dwelling within a benignly harmonious, more or less, four-seasoned, sometimes less, cooperative Host, played by ecosystems of residency.
Value, exchanged and traded and bartered for value was an extension of natural systemic stimulus-response, cause-effect, gratefully given and gratefully received, more or less, as the basic nutrient value assumption.
Completed exchanges were decomposing history with all economic parties interdependently involved, some more directly, some less, anticipating regenerative intent, a win-win healthy economic norm of cooperative orthopraxis.
Real property was never something that could be purchased or sold because it could not be owned. This would be equivalent to believing the parasites “owned” the Host.
As shared stewardship gave way to defensive Mine!!! positions, our eco-cultural paradigm of usually benign Host with usually benign and mutually subsidiary parasites gave way to food chain empires of predators v. prey.
Competitive economic shortages were born of anthropocentric perceptions of, and concerns about, insufficient nutrients and shelter for all tomorrow, and next winter.
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