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Swamp Babies

When participating in a HealthCare Future Search,
you are invited
to explore a personal timeline
as well as a global timeline
of critical healthcare events
in your past,
present,
and future.

HealthCare personal and political
and nurture-investment learning
begins early and ubiquitously
for new born and reborn ZeroZones
of all species

But, one of my earliest entries
on any personal and political timeline
is self-nurturing stimulation,
raptures,
wonders and awes,
paradise masturbation,
draining the compost swamp.

My parents were missionary-positioned
midwest monogamously StraightWhite Privileged
Republicans
but also underprivileged small family farmers
and matriarchal gardeners,
themselves raised
watered and fed
by missionary-positioned dairy farmers,
but also experts at cooperative HealthCare technologies
milking the tits of cows–
draining their nurture-swamps.

I recall lectures against premarital sex
out of contractually marketed wedlock
only for privileged orthodox swamps,
Yet total silence
on the non-subject of self-stimulating
HealthCare management
to avoid blueball
redblooded pressures,
competing tensions
with cooperative predilections
of and for belonging longing.

A much later Grace entry
on my personal gratitude HealthCare timeline
was becoming a parent,
When suddenly,
unexpectedly,
what was good for my firstborn son’s HealthCare
became what was also good enough
for my personal post-adoption
HealthCare for family swamps planning.

If sleeping through the night
was not in his best nutrition-feeding interest,
then not sleepy mine either.

Fortunately,
to place this co-redemptive miracle on my Future Search timeline
does not require I can explain how it arrived
remarkably self-with-SacredOther
co-nurturing stimulation.

My journey from competitive intrapersonal HealthCare
toward cooperative interpersonal newborn health-wealth care
feels as quickly under-capitalized normal
as an overnight co-adoption placement,
a co-revival natural-spiritual experience,
a reborn together rapture
from which I never fully recovered
my strictly autonomous intrapersonal swamp–

If only because isolated decaying swamps,
although immensely fertile,
are not healthy long-term habitats
for mammalian autonomy–
way too many bugs
and the water is unthinkable.

 

The first entry on my global cooperative HealthCare timeline
is noticing WinWin HealthTrends
As alike as we are polyculturing adults,
newborns of all mammalian DNA-prescribed species
are much more HealthCare giving for
and receiving from parents
and teachers
and WinWin Future Mentors

Sometimes cooperatively draining our pathological swamps together
and sometimes competing too secretively autonomous
in supremely unspoken self-governance,
our personal shame
hiding within global swamps of politically toxic blame.

My second global FutureSearch entry
in our cooperative HealthCare timeline,
is when I also noticed
that newborns emerge from nutritious swampy wombs
to hopefully return to elder compost swamps.

Swamps highly fertile,
regenerative environments,
richly resilient OpenSystems
and deeply resonant with polypathic life,
from early spring rutting croaks of bullfrogs
through winter’s red cardinal love song.

ReBorn cooperative HealthCare
draining and timeline composting
personal through global
under-valued swamps
hosting lower risk sacred revival
for higher opportunity secular thrival–
WinWin EarthTribal.

 

 

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Holy StandUp Matters

In April of this year I began preparing a new organic gardening patch,
planning to have it ready for next year’s expansion from a too-small garden
in front of my recently acquired Connecticut Cape Cod home.

I have neighbors toward southern exposure and behind,
between the Thames River and my sunset-facing backyard.

Here, next to an old, but still purposeful,
forest green fresh-painted deck
lies a mix of some rich dark soil
and some topsoil with unpromising smears of gravel stones
scraped off a dirt driveway
that turned to mud when wet
before I installed a pressed gravel drive last month.

Anyway,
next to the repurposed green deck
lies my new garden incubation project.

I rescued my deck floor last fall
from the bowels of a thorny bramble mountain,
some woody stalks obscenely pushing between heavy 2×6 planks,
now upper faced with little green stubs
since I rolled my lavish green porch paint.
But, the old railing around three sides was beyond rescue.
No longer with us, I’m sorry to say.

A sun exposed potential spot for a garden
emerged from my bramble mountain on the south side of the slightly raised deck,
about eight yards long on each of three sides.
I laid out my cardboard boxes,
stored in the grotesquely damp basement since I finished unpacking
last fall.
After soaking the cardboard,
I covered it with a combination of compost,
top soil harvested from elsewhere on this property,
and peat moss.
Then I spread four to six inches of leaves over all that.

While I wait for this to transform into healthy nutritional soil,
I have been religiously peeing on the leaves.

At first I only reenacted this baptismal ritual under cover of night,
not so much out of modesty
as motivated by kindness,
as the sight of the elderly pasty white man who just moved in next door
outside exposing his peeing penis
might offend fragile first impressions of a fairly sane person
who might be expected to behave more reliably
with regard to neighborly decorum
and more traditional liturgical events.

More recently I started peeing in a yogurt container by daylight,
huddled up against the back porch door
where at least only my backside could ever become visible
to only the backside neighbor, so to speak,
who seems to be something of an ass.
But then, who isn’t?
Then I take my yogurt cup of warm pee
and toss it out across the leaves blanketing my next-year garden plot.

This ritual feels generous,
like sprinkling my soil with nutritional holy water,
of which I do have some, but far less,
yet perhaps a bit too much,
experience as a seminarian some decades ago.
Ah yes,
memories of peeing with the other would-be angels.

Now I am concerned that I could use a great deal more urine
for my organic farming purposes.
Perhaps I should come out of my yogurt closet,
send out a note to my nearby neighbors:

“Hi. Just want to invite you to come over and pee
on the leaf-covered triangular spot
next to the south side of my deck,
anytime of day or night you wish.
Feel free to include your pets.
Make it a family destination if you wish.
In return for your investment,
I will probably have tomatoes,
potatoes,
cucumbers,
and leeks (no pun intended)
to share,
not this season,
but next.
Maybe some extra peas too.
OK, I’m gonna’ stop now.”

“The neighborhood that pees together,
eats together.
So, come on,
please don’t leave me standing outside,
peeing alone,
preparing for next year’s yummy harvest.”

So I did.
This invitation has not generated the enthusiastic response I was imagining,
with neighborhood families dropping in
to drop off their deposits
for our neighborhood development project.
But,
it did provoke my backyard neighbor
to jam a note into my otherwise vacant mailbox:

“You mentioned,
among your commitments to recycling and repurposing,
that you are an Organ Donor.
I certainly do hope whoever gets those organic parts
has a good harvest no later than next year.
Sooner is better.”

Hmmm….
Now, how could we compost our collective humanure?

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RePurposing Time’s Investments

Karma, grace, incarnation,
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.

With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego’s intent
and Earth’s Logical polycultural nutrient-praxis.

Soil and humane nature’s egosoul enrichment
as bicultural co-redemption
compost two layers
of one ecotherapeutic process;

Browns and Greys are decomposing Yin function
and Greens are resonant resolving Yang form.
Just-right balance cooperative water,
avoid dehydration and toxins,
and gently stir BiLateral Time
daily CoPresent
Diastolic
Endo/EctoSymbiotic
Earth-(0)-Soul TransFormation.

I’ve become inordinately attached
to cooperative health-trends
of my Ego
as one of my less-well-performing compost piles.

Even so, we keep stirring.

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New Wine from Brown Skins

Brown barren bush
reaches back
against sun’s refueling light
recalling our shared ego ecology
still composts Earth’s RNA invested
soil
soul.

“Rejoin Earth’s cooperative tribes”
s/he says
marvelously,
inviting our religion.

S/he sways silent aloha peace
namaste
have our nice day, together.

I look away
to write to us
about us
with us
for us
emerging
evolving our EcoBeing Roots.

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Flying Shit

False pride is ego-independent pride.
You no more made it
than you can unmake it
independently of others.

False wealth is ego-independent disease.
It will no more contribute to your well-being
than your well-being could ever harm you,
interdependently healthy with others.

To paraphrase Dolly,
in “Hello Dolly”:
Money and health are like fertilizer.
They work most optimally
when inclusively spread around.

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We are Time’s Four Seasons

Time is Like the Sea
flowing and floating Within
as Without,
soul without patience for incarnation’s two-timed boundaries,
soil without passion for fertility.

Time is absolute and has no name.
transcendently ubiquitous absence of identity,
no return address,
uni-versed absolute Not-Not knotted Logos
without any rope
without so much as a genetic string
or yin-to-yin stretch-mark.
Nature unfolds
information hidden beyond utility, commodity,
frequently used but never owned,
always borrowed for this time.

If Wise Rulers,, self governors, could sustain confluent Universal Nature,
Earth would Yin-yield Yang-powered Nature within,
as Universal Design
developing intelligence without.

YangHeaven and YinEarth join,
baptizing fertile compost rains,
solar-lunar rays,
with solidarity of well-balanced gravity.
Within and beyond human nature’s deductive-only reason
being
knowing
languaged
domesticated wild chaos,
Yet intuitively equivalent,
unconsciously subconscious,
within all Nature’s well-meaning exegesis,
filling
spilling
spinning revolutionary regenerating cells.

From Left-Brained Dominant Culture emerged Logos.
With deductive labels, sets, static monomial metric systems,
calculating paradoxical ambiguities for life and reason,
death and irrationality.

Earth regeneratively co-optimizes by slowing to
Tipping Ruddered Midway.
Wisdom discerns eco-nature’s right-timed systemic tipping points,
exempt from evolutionary danger,
dissonant failure to thrive.
Time’s Universal Intelligence flowing on and in
and above and through Earth
Eco’s divinely-fired rivers of gravity’s mythic waves
reposing in this sea
of Me,
polymorphing Earth perennially
wise-seasoned regenerativity
growing economic nutrition v. drought
rings of life value in this bicameral DNA Tree.

Universe is Human Nature’s Seasoned Syntax
of informating carnation.

Seasons with reasons ripen in post-Aquarian Fall harvest,
At long-last remetering Time Out from empirical
industrial
reductive-deductive Self-Bullying
now bidextrously wilting,
remembering ambidextrous
multisystemic
polypathic
bi-syntaxed RNA’s
PermaTeleological Co-Operative
as ReGenerative Enculturation Time.

Time incarnates Universal Permacultural Wisdom
as ego/messianic loving eco/karmic
Left-Right Zero-Equivalent Buddha Balance,
West-East contented budding
co-redemptive brain.

We are Earth’s co-operatively conscienced DNA Sea Tribe
reflecting and correlating, surfing and salting,
reiterating enthymematic waves of comprehensive consciousness,
universapiently wise enlighteration,
trinity’s enumerating place
for Time’s holistic 0-Core Prime Relational Space.

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Reculturing Stuff

Karma, grace, incarnation,
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.

With compost we extract what we invest
through Ego’s intent
and Eco’s Logical regenerous praxis.

Soil and soul enrichment
and bicultural redemption
compost two layers
of one ecotherapeutic process;

Browns are decomposing Yin function
and Greens are resonant resolving Yang form.
Just-right balance water,
avoid dehydration and toxins,
and gently stir daily.

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