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Taoist Commons of Perma-Passioned Design

Mindful justice and compassion emerge together, not necessarily compassion from justice, or justice from compassion–both evolve together in each culture, like a culture growing across time.

Both justice and compassion emerge from essential human relationships of equity and balanced power with Other, anchored in the universal (0) soul we share, in the same sense that we share RNA across all living cells. Compassion and justice are most abundantly incarnated when they remain balanced between confluence and diversity. Too much confluence breeds totalitarianism; too much dissonance brings a level of individualistic human entitlement enculturation that results in our marginal comfort/discomfort controversies about power deposits, inequities, “power-over” intentions, and concentrated marginalization, and growing inequities, concerns about the future and “hidden” agendas of competitive, exclusionary intent, slowly emerging from their closets.

By way of contrast with this cacophony, our diverse and healthy “Commons” permaculture leans toward cooperative solidarity and inclusiveness when planning, and designing, and using, and harvesting, and planting, and maintaining ecosystems. Abundant healthy “private” culture leans toward self-challenging, stretching solidarity, a type of interdependent diastasis within an encultured spacetime-string. Solidarity and team-building are normative for the Permaculture Generation when planning our messages, homes, and vocations. Our Formative Principle of Polycultural Complementarity includes the functional optimization process beginning with mindful awareness (noticing), yielding facilitation, yielding mentoring, yielding replication, yielding positive-cooperative subordination to the Commons we regenerate together.

In PermaCultural Design, aboriginal cultures, metaphysics, teleology and theology, there is this question, or expectation, usually implied, of Original Intent. This question is more primordial, assumed, enthymematic to the question of life’s meaning or purpose. Original Intent goes back to mindfully discerning the infrastructure of meaning and the purposes we practice, and learned prior to our bicameral capacity for ethical intelligence.

Dr. Robert Norton (Communication & Consequences: Laws of Interaction) refers to the communication of our own Original Intent as enthymematic communication; it is richly, even optimally, effective and nutritious for building and maintaining relationships. Enthymematic means before the syllogism, or meme, or language. It is positively and integrally predicated without having historical explanatory (deductive) support. Without it, no hope for positive relationship emerges. This enthymematic Original Intent  diastatically embraces/embues a word, a message, with efficacy–the power of potentiated relationship. The projected right message for the right person at the right moment balances hope for future confluent response with positive teleological faith in a (0)-centric +SelfIdentity = (-)OtherIndividuation dipolar complementarity (see Julian Jaynes on the ethological and evolutionary function of symbol and language development; also David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous).

Analogically conflating these diverse paradigms, they each suggest that the Original Intent of information and creation is gratitude as the essential response to the possibility, the hope, the grace the karma of positive/confluent relationship, connection, having a new power with Other. The opposite of gratitude can be non-violent intent, but lead to dissonance, dismay, and even violence within spacetime practice.  Violence and gratitude are mutually defining appositionals, as are confluence and dissonance, Yang and Yin, justice and compassion. Enthymematic communication is rooted in active hope and peace toward confluent power with another. Rich dialogical encultured strings of communication are positively expressed; radiating minimal  negative implications, assumptions, reaction, or intent. They tend to inclusively sweep in their analogical value family–similar models, metric systems of measurement and calculation, design elements, gestalts, coincidental scientific paradigms, and arts and humanities paradigms, into a re-ligioning constellation of Permacultural Enthymematic Awareness, graced ecologies of compassion underlie ecological economies of justice, yield further graced ecologies of positive hope, then faith, then love, then global positive teleological comprehension of what our shared vocation has always been; what was originally intended.

Our positive ethical value system is rooted in the hope of mutual gratitude; active abstinence averse to dissonant violence, emerging from aptic non-violence [kind of a precameral positive-neutral-withdrawn position; the opposite of synaptic–see Julian Jaynes on the evolution of self-awareness out of an original undifferentiated aptic awareness, emotively and integrally (0)-value-centric  +/- neutral.] While non-violent communication is an important step toward inclusive effectiveness, recognizing its more explicated, positive, expression as active-peace (rooted in mutually prehensive grace) brings hope that my flowers are “Other’s” eisegetical flowers and “Other’s” weeds are exegetically known, mutually understood, as “my/our weeds.” We do our best when we all see our mess as doing the best we can to leave the mess behind.

Original Intent in human terms is gratitude. Original Intent in physical regenerative, creative, terminology is increasing harmony, or confluence, or therapy; which also decreases disease, dissonance, toxins, pathology, irrational anomaly, Left-brained dominance, but only to the point where the values of harmony and inclusive diversity are equally expressed as the bond of compassionate fairness, the best we can do within the relative imbalance of currently informed (+) Binomial RealTime, within (0)-soul Vector/Vortex Universal Magnetic Balanced SpaceTime. This is our positive teleological pilgrimage toward ecological and economic equity, where all polynomial information (P) equals implicated reverse-appositional predicated, but currently impossible to RealTime incarnate due to analogical irrationality, lack of confluent temporal-affective Codex  (NP).  We exegetically share these NP weeds and watering them is what we call insanity.

My family is stressed by the constant in-my-face neediness, in-my-ears loudness, in-my-heart oppositional expression of the Fetal Alcohol communication system with whom we live. The house shakes as she bounces hour after hour.

On the other hand, we also have the contrary grace of Angelman’s syndrome in our youngest son’s special practice of living in the present, not judging, but accepting with gratitude the presence of his family as a primal source of nurturing within his aptic nest of non-linguistic awareness. He is our resident guru of gratitude, nurturance, and well-being. When our daughter’s Fetal Alcohol is too much, we do well to spend extra time with my son’s ever-confluent presence, and do as he does.

Even so, too much internalizing of Yin-son’s aptic awareness could lead to an entropic state of hibernation, to affective withdrawal rather than the continual oscillation between the graced positive ecology of awareness and our genetic learning toward a re-balanced fair Commons of active tribal and globally-speciated peace. Learning to fly together, rather than fall, apart.

 

 

 

 

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Guilty Nature

I prefer my wild quite tame

and have no one to blame

that this is so

except my I

who carries shame across spacetime

to incarnate me with guilt.

 

The “I” We hoped to be

was as wild as yeast

still free of human domesticity

and with this dream of noble savage gone

I’m left with guilt

for giving up on youth’s hoped for “I,”

a part of We

immersed in wild diastatic

undomesticated freedom flight

from shame

toward becoming who I am

as EcoWe.

 

I prefer my tame quite wildly

shy of guilt

to find such goodness

in my speciated crazy quilt.

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Functional Human Family

Real life is a graced ecology

in which we learn compassion

for Self and Other-EcoSelf

by growing in mindfulness

of Self as integral to Other,

and vice versa.

 

Growing in positive mindfulness

can feel more like work camp

than a peace-filled Paradise Ashram.

 

When I comprehend

Work Camp is the Trimtab,

trim-the-fat,

tipping point

purgative learning invitation

toward enlightened love full-promised,

then perfect compassion occupies my mind.

Longing sweeps in toward universal belonging.

 

When life together feels like

monolithic Boot Camp,

and not so much Campy Play

and it seems no way

it could ever feel another way,

then I mindfully reverse

so it looks like

sure-footed positive intent toward

compassionate campus of soulful practice

with each of us all day

OR positive intent becomes shared vocation

to help each other understand

when this golden feeling evaporates

and why

and how we might help each other

more mindfully approach our messy dysfunctions together,

a functioning natural family

called “human” nature.

 

If human life,

and other natural systems,

feels more like a root canal

than gold-capped stress relief,

then water the memories of past gold caps

by imagining how this root canal

already builds toward your sustainably

healthy tooth

in the mouth of this well-fed community

living in polyculturing planet’s

positive potential Eternal Moment.

 

 

 

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Angelic Loss

Where is the boy

who laughs at rain,

stares past grey clouds

wandering why so blue

our sky

our sea-salt tears

of sense-filled pain?

Where is this boy?

 

He never said goodbye.

This boy went on to make his way alone.

He had no choice

or so he thought

with stardust gray bright eyes.

 

Where is this man

whose passion cries with pain

for who we could be,

should be?

Where is this redeemer

who stares past sun

wondering why so black

behind each face

of human place

sleeps deep inside with strain.

 

Where is my place,

my time in space

to see your eyes

glint through dark clouds

to wrap your face in mine?

 

When is our time

to rise with shining blue night song,

to dance our way toward where we were

before we lost our minds,

to when we were a white cloud day

to  play our work

and work our play.

I loved our eyes

that laughed at rain because we had each other.

 

Where is that man who was a boy

whose place was time

we could not spend forever?

He flew apart with wings outspread

too young to learn we only fly together.

 

If we could stop this time to live apart,

I’d find a place where time could find you

holding us forever;

through time to fly

and then to die to fly again

together.

 

Dedication: for Jerome, and boys who love angels

7/26/2014

 

 

 

 

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Face to Face Reweaving

I remember feeling special

hoping for a path beyond the Law of reason

with shamanic powers

to grasp and change

and save myself,

my family from death,

uninvited decay and dissonance.

 

Owl came to whisper

“Shaman-child, be born again”

I was afraid to die with Her.

Purgation feels wrong and putrid,

an offense to creating hope and faith.

This death would be too common

for my Self-potential Shaman.

 

Bear came to teach me

hibernation’s coincidental embrace,

and not death.

My cave of fear is where I sleep

until spacetime is ready

to call forth one of her eternal pearls.

One among all, each with our place

and time to shine

smooth-structured

fluid,

a reincarnating pearl

well-strung strong

in harmonious round octave

to carry forth our future

pearl of paradise.

 

Yet still I want and wait and balk and fear

disgraced ungrateful,

ungraced disgrateful,

wishing victory for my silent cave

of dark potential integrity.

If I could make it so

I would,

to call out Spring of hope at last

our season of regenesis,

but are we ready?

So still I wait and balk and fear.

I confuse my faith

with our self-consciousness.

 

Raven calls the Shaman call

within Elder cave’s cell-consciousness;

regenesis is always near

between tomorrow and right now.

We are only this integrity,

Eternal Moment’s potentiality

toward vast polyculturant affection

through present’s winnowing comparison

with past negative effects.

Shared black silo of fearful smothering

alone without relationship to space or time.

Turn around.

Our positive pilgrimage rises convexly,

together toward expanding solidarity.

 

With obedient trepidation

I face about to face the face

Other knows about,

with timid voice, I hesitate,

“Does the Shaman assembly accept your verdict?”

 

It’s not my place to speak this way

but silence screams back to me

“Okay.”

 

More confident with building hope

“Does our shamanic assembly accept our verdict?”

Again the reconnecting cave of reconciliating

silent wisdom string

stretching back through cultured history of pearls.

 

Incarnating faith,

with graceful dance of presence,

“Do we accept present integrity

of future’s positive promise?”

I sing our dance

reechoing strings of eco-normic pearls

toward future’s present past.

 

Permacultured pearls prance prescient presence.

 

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The G.M.O. on Fracking

Fracking,

somewhat alliteratively,

is fucking Earth dry

without invitation.

We also call this rape,

in other contexts,

and aggravating assault.

 

Rape,

in this context,

assumes we have our ownership rights,

as this ego self-centered

and short-sighted Species,

owns our Earthship in fractured pieces,

to whimsically repeat this rapacious assault,

we also call slavery

and using Mom as if She were The Bombed Whore.

 

GMOing Earth

simultaneously

neuters Her

because She’s only abundantly economized

as a fucking commodity anyway.

 

 

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EcoTribal Dreams

I am,

Identity insists.

We are,

Individuation explains.

 

We are,

beat heart, breathe lungs, bicamerals brain,

this coincidental life, this day, this moment;

implied positive potentiality nesting within tomorrow,

and next moment,

event,

relationship,

communication strings and strains

informing life,

exforming death,

transforming life

as fractal-cultured compost.

 

Myth refines,

Logos defines;

while Yin and Yang make hoopy-swoopy,

wavilinear strings of QBit formating confidence.

 

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Dipolar Flight

We fly together

expained the hen.

Or crawl separately?

implied the worm.

Our choice?

asked the hen.

To informate or calculate

irrationally

too negative

not double-bound enough,

forgetting (0) graced balance

and swooping octaved harmonies,

imagined flights with distant cousins,

replied the longish worm.

 

Birds and butterflies!

said the hen.

Comets and stars,

leptons and quarks,

yin and yang,

surfing systems up and down

around and back again,

sighed cavish cocoon.

 

We fly together,

or dissonantly burn and bury

and throw ourselves,

our nutrients,

positive-exformating value,

away,

sang regenerating radiant song,

 

Where they will

eventually

learn to crawl together

toward regenerated flight,

ventured the pregnant butterfly.

 

The sky is falling!

said the hen.

Or you have taken flight,

said the worm,

de-caying in the hen.

 

We fly together!

exclaimed the hen.

And crawl together,

implied her wormish warmth.

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The President’s EcoChaplain

Sr. Kathleen Brennan, of the Order of Positive Intentions, is the 11th Interreligious EcoMinister Chaplain to the U.S. Congress, where she has been unusually…useful, and apparently ubiquitous. President Fuller is suffering from 2nd-term despondence-syndrome. His Cabinet seems to be leaking, the House is total chaos, and, while the Senate is somewhat more bicamerally balanced, good intentions far outweigh sustainable outcomes. Fuller feels ironically emptier of hope, much less faith that this mess will reweave into a viable fabric within his life time, much less his remaining two years.

When Ms. Fuller, his wife, found him flirting with suicidal ideation, she rather firmly invited onto his schedule a pastoral visit with the Congressional EcoMinister. Although not exactly sure that this appointment would add up to a regenerative future, his not-so-little intuitive voice resonated hopefully with this suggestion because of Sr. Brennan’s reputation as somehow unusually…useful.

President: Sr. Brennan, good of you to stop by. Hoping you might be able to help.

Chaplain: In what way, Mr. President?

P: Well, certainly not that way. Just “Bucky” please. “Mr. President” feels much too heavy right now, like somebody else I never really wanted to be.

C: So presidential Bucky isn’t unfolding as you had hoped, or intended, somehow.

P: I see what you did there, that reference to your Order’s vocational formation. What does that mean, anyway, I don’t recall meeting anyone else from the Positive Intentions Order. Ironic, Washington is a veritable compost pile of good intentions that don’t seem to come together anywhere close to whatever it is you are doing with this Positive Intention ecotherapy, or whatever you call it.

C: You covered quite a lot of ground there, Bucky. Maybe it would be helpful to talk about this disparity between your good intentions and how you define Positive Intent.

P: Well, maybe that’s part of my problem, while I am painfully aware that the road toward good intentions has killed far more people than malignant intent, I can’t work out why, exactly.

C: I doubt you know anyone with malignant intent.

P: What would you call suicidal ideation?

C: I would call that an oxymoron, If you have a positive intent toward self-destruction, you cannot actually incarnate that potentiality without sacrificing the positive polarity of your intended trajectory toward a sustainably peaceful life.

P: My life has been to try to be useful, where most needed, as inclusively as possible. But, it is the inclusivity itself that seems so utterly impossible from this position in Universal Intelligence.

C: Which is…?

P: As I am sure you know very well, the Regenerative System Development Platform has advocated for a cooperative (0)-sum post-millennial Trimtab transition for optimizing global Continuous Quality Improvement.

C: Quite a circular mouthful. So, your positive-teleological position revolves around this (0)-PrimeMutual value system. Is that how you define our “good intentions?”

P: Probably, although I would certainly use a lot more words, and numbers, and generate many polysyllabic hybrids about natural-metric systems development.

C: That does seem to be where you lose your constituency, all the irrational words, numbers, and assumption of malignant intent within the belief systems of those who oppose you, those malingering “Nay!”-sayers.

How do you reconcile your faith that we are all in this mess together with this fear of some proactive, organized, Order of Malignant Intent? While I doubt you have met anyone wearing society’s imprimatur of “Hopeless Sociopath,” I have spent some time in your prisons. A bicameral system with addictive sociopathology issues explores homicide as vicarious suicide. It feels like naked-wild risk, with the prophylactic of clothed hiddenness.

My (0)-sum win-win faith, and positive teleological intent, are not compatible with the view that your constituency would elect representatives who are addicted sociopathologists.  In other words, I wonder if you are confusing Positive Intent toward a regenerative, and sociotherapeutic, economy with Negative Intent toward globally inclusive suicide, as a species, and personally, within yourself.

P:  While I would be vastly relieved to learn that I am confused about the Other-Side’s malignant intent, I just can’t get my data-crunchers to come up with that optimized sustainable outcome trajectory. I mean, for example, if the rich and powerful define Winning the Economy Game as continuing to grow their wealth deposits, then all our synthesized projections for the future show exploding global population of increasingly marginal poverty, to say nothing of what it is doing to the dimming prospects of any (0)-carbon air-bound/soil-bound balanced ecosystem surviving anywhere on Earth.

C: So, your global information system is telling you that we cannot play a Win-Win Sustainable Ecology Game using Win-Lose socio-economic strategies.

Try this metaphor. Imagine that your constituency is a population of lotus flowers, able to physically see each other only above the surface of our Earth-pond. Your Prime (0)-sum cooperative economic platform is the pond’s surface. But, when you plunge down, under the surface, you can see that our species’ (0)-sum ecological center goes deeper down to where we share an emergent root system reaching down, with diminishing, yet still positively-regenerative intentional structure, into Earth’s rich polycultured compost. This cooperative permaculture feeds our root system, so nutrients flowing up have a regenerative infrastructural trajectory for all the individual lotus flowers, and their seed-bearing future generations.

On the other hand, one of the lotus flowers decides that he and his neighbors are more important than some other weedy-kinda-flowers on the other side of the pond, so they start sucking up all the nutrients, watching their distant RNA-cousins wilt and suffer, under the mistaken belief that they are protecting their childrens’ future while they are actually strangling their entire economic and ecological root-systemic capacity. The apparent suicidal ideation of those wilting flower-cultures on the other side of Earth’s pond are a lesson to all of us: Don’t forget that we are all (0)-sum centered where information fully reflects our most inclusive root system. This deeper ecologically balanced plateau emerges endosymbiotic Win-Win cooperative economies for nutrient flow up toward the next generation of lotus flowers.

Your suicidal ideation is your poli-cultural teacher, reminding you that we are all in this together, regardless of all the push-back necessary to bring global peace to the surface of Earth’s pond. You have no more right to choose suicide, Bucky, than a bipolar sociopath has to choose homicide. Choose to regenerate inclusive, cooperative polycultures; avoid malignant competitive monocultural silos of us-v-them, and me-v-we boundaries.

P: Is that your spiritual advice?

C: That’s my eco-equity Continuous Quality Improvement permacultured advice, straight out of the Order of Positive Intent’s prayer book, for greatest effect with least dissonance. We used to call it the Golden Rule, but now we are learning to apply it somewhat more broadly, to how we treat all species, all information, all communication, moments, days, lives, learning, and generations, past, present, and future, as EcoSelf (0) = Grace of Thermodynamic Balance [+ = (-)(-), as Yang = Reverse-Yin diametric restraint, as P = NP]—not so much Self-Centric, and refusing to play nice.

P: I think I regenerate, theoretically, what you did there—and I’m feeling positive, even hopeful, about this analogical way of comprehending QBit spacetime, and bicameral in/ex-formating systems development, and comprehensive coincidentalism, and universalism, and integral intelligence, and sociotherapy, and bicameral psychotherapy, and bioethics, and….

Assuming this might go on for a few hours, Sr. Brennan, EcoMinistry Chaplain, excused herself; without any apparent interruption of Bucky’s positively regenerative, and inclusively analogical, string theory, traveling its regenerative pilgrimage toward self-perpetuating organic compost.

 

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