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Better Climate Questions

It has been said
There is no bad question
asked with cooperative integrity.

While those asked with competing disintegrity,
mendaciously,
are not really questions at all.

That said,
conceded as asked and answered,
Some questions remain
more ecologically and economically,
politically and personally,
publicly and intimately,
naturally and spiritually
more significant than others.
More urgent
in times of great climate global extinctions,
than mere national economic recessions.

I remember an economics class
at Yale
when the moderate,
academically and politically even-handed,
almost philosophically bipolar professor
argued with persuasion
about historically proven polarizing dangers
of this growing divide between rich
and poor,
within nations
and across international economies,
still-emerging gaps
and cracks
and fissures
between upper-middle stasis
and revolutionarily unrested lower-middle diastasis,
with an evaporating populist median,
midway,
Tipping cooperative values
against competing disvalued Points
between these antagonistic two;
forming One Great Transitioning Divide–
plutocratic predators and cooperatively-huddling prey.

But,
I also remember his frustration
about economic scholars
not having a robust theory
to explain why
financial and political history
tell this story
without apparent evolutionary reason,
or intent to survive,
much less co-invest
in mutual thrival,
perhaps revolutionary gospel revival
of trusts and truths DNA-democratically held
and savored.

He could not explain why
the Democratic Party
has made more cooperative multi-class creolizing sense
to worry about this growing bad climate
while the Republican Party
has made mere plutocratic competitive nonsense
to deny historic significance
of growing traumatic polarization
between Elites
and increasingly segregated,
and marginalized,
and criminalized
NonElites,
assumed to be worthy of God’s further retributive justice
so poorly earned
by our own uncompetitive powerlessness,
lack of divinely-inspired wealth
or fame
or influence.

As Taoists,
or any healthy bicameral-bilateral permacultural developers
of any creed or color,
organically committed to investing only in Win-Win NonZero-Sum Games,
toward polyculturing-creolizing health-wealth outcomes,
we can see why this growing hyphenated economic divide
presents a growing disparate survival trend
for living Earth,
as habitable by humane-divine nature,
and increasingly inhabitable first for swarms of angry NonElites
whose children are at growing risk of death
by drowning
or fire
or being ballistic blown
off this face
of Green-Blue synergetic MotherEarth.

We can see why restorative ecojustice
grows a healthier climate
than a retributive Elitist egojustice
of punishment through non-competitive NonElite neglect,
disinvestment.

Economic models of national
and cultural history questions
seldom ask,
Is it appropriate
to believe economic values and disvalues
have a reasonable option
to become informed by ecological values and disvalues
or to irresponsibly ignore them,
even deny them,
to ignore our intrinsic and intuitive health-wealth interdependence,
as if Earth’s regenerative values and creation laws
were somehow alien and NonElite
as compared to humane-divine investment values
and wealth-defensive laws.

Organic farmers and gardeners
and nondual philosophers
and metaphysicists
and ethologists
and ecologists,
cooperative evolutionists,
and all EarthMothers
know there can be no healthy economic choice for any ego’s investment
that is an anti-ecological monoculturing choice
against Earth’s basic cooperative-synergetic
healthy creolizing
regenerating nature.

Ours is not to compete with MotherNature
but to cooperate restoring justice and peace
within EarthMother Tribes and Species
asking better richer deeper wider bilateral questions
beyond the last and upcoming fiscal quarter,
beyond the last and upcoming four-year ecopolitical term,
beyond the last and upcoming forty years,
beyond the last and upcoming four hundred years.

Buckminster Fuller
and Jesus Christ
and LaoTse,
among others,
have all economically and politically observed
It is the role of a health-invested society
to restoratively facilitate
cooperative ecological development of individuals,
to make it easier to become polyculturing outcomed families,
multiculturing cooperatively-owned communities
and nations of ecological MedianExpanding Matriotism
in equivalent dialogue
with economically co-invested patriots of Earth.

I remember an economics class
when our question facilitator
of deep cooperative ecological understanding,
passionately reviewed emergent evidence
of richly creolizing populist cooperators
against monoculturing elitist bigotry
and retribution’s too wealth-invested prejudice,
as if humane-divine
nature-spirit
health-wealth integrity
were questions
other than DNA prepared
within our ecological EarthMother’s Womb.

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Terror v Trust

Tears of loss remembered,
sad shadow of terror’s anguish in loss
new-found.

Supremacist dominators,
terror instigators,
domestic peace violators
sociopathological neglectors
of SelfAsOther nurturing care,
might become a sad legend of premillennial history,
replaced by the diastatic trembling courage
of leaves welcoming opportunities
to regenerate clean air
of co-empathic communication,
political and economic balancing logic
sharing today with future EarthTribe generations.

Fears of gain reconnecting cooperative defaults,
glad shadows of synergetic love refound,
former child
in glad solidarity with future healthy Embryonic EarthTribes.

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Being (sh)”It”

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.

 

 

 

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