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Dear Mr. President

Dear Mr. President,

Today,
at my Green STEAM EcoSchool–
Which Mother Gaia asked me to mention
was supported by the Environmental Protection Agency
until plundered into
your Environment Predation Agency,
an offense against health defense.

Anyway,
back to what I hoped we might talk about,
We learned about designing multicultural nurturing guilds
composed of polyculturing plants
like cooperative flowering eastern pollinators
and chickory deep soil/soul southern enrichers,
and yummy nutritional western food producers,
and north wind resilient double-boundary networks.

And how building cooperative multicultural guilds,
and feeding them
with WinWin organic compost,
democratically and resonantly yields
long-term resilient
economic and political
and polycultural
nutritional optimization outcomes.

And how building boundaries
and walls between these polypathic
potentially free WinWin cooperators
leads to emerging WinLose climate competitors
building even larger scale
ever more supremacist monoculturing wars
and mutually unbalanced
and devastating
LoseLose climate pathology terror.

That was about it
for today
as I recall.

So,
what did you learn outside today
listening to your EcoSchool root system mentors
and interns
and WiseElder matriarchal teachers?

If Mother Yin-Gaia spoke to me,
just a Green kid,
I’m sure She would speak with you.

Just another Green kid
listening to your Red,

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Harvesting What We Plant

We have grown accustomed
to Business As Usual
Yang dominant ways
to teach kids
to live egocentrically apart.

We also have Old School
Yin recessive ways
to listen to children
teach each Sacred Other
how to love ecocentrically
together.

Yang alone
is about WinLose
Either/Or evolution
competing against
other competitors.

While Yang with Yin
is WinWin
Both/And revolution
for cooperative evolution
with GoldenRule Others.

We have transporting systems
and communication metasystems
as we have memories of past
meeting imaginations for futures
together, yet apart.

We have musings, amusements, and musical
Left with Right transport systems
and beloved, loved, and eco-dancing lived
DNA eco-light and ego-dualdark
RightBrain restorative resonant systems,
wu-wei
Tipping Points
bilaterally co-arising ZeroZones.

Transporting ZeroZone resilience
is our long-term communication
WinWin undertaking
overtaking competing WinLose governance
of ego- and eco-centers.

Cooperatively transporting
restorative justice projects
invites new health-care communications,
feedback systems
about more resilient purposes
communicating Left-Right
Yang-Yin
Ego-Eco nuanced
WinWin stretching approaches
building better health care governance.

We might prefer governments
transporting and mentoring trust
creating PositivEnergy Democracy
communication systems
eco-inclusive co-investments
in neighborhood cooperative projects
empowering family health-coinvestments
empowering WinWin transporting communications.

We have BusinessAsUsual
Yang governing ways
to malform Left-and-Right mindbody balancing kids
to live LeftBrain dominantly apart.

We also have OldSchool natural-spiritual cooperative
Yin recessive transporting ways
to listen to WinWin imaginations
teach each secularLeft-sacredRight
resiliently co-investing Other
how to love ecosystemically
aMusively Left with Right
together.

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Dear New with Old England

Dear Local Boards of EcoSchool Education,
Departments of Environmentally Protected Walkable Transportation,
Cooperatively Maintaining Public-Private Works
and STEAM Play
and WinWin GreenGames,
Hysterical Historical Associations,
Social Work Departments of Climate Restorative Therapy,
and Public Health-Wealth Departments:

Did you leave anyone out dear?

Just the usual lower non-elite 10 to 50 percent
still graduating from WinLose counter-evolutionary
Right Might Fights
secularized deductive-only school.

You mean LeftBrain
Business As Ego Terrifying schools?

I’m not sure, really.
I never fully experienced
an urban capital-infested
RightWing militarizing
WinLose patriarchal
anti-WinWin matriarchal
BadFaith school.

Because you choose to see YangHere
with YinNow,
within breathed out
as manna ingested
co-invested eco-in.

Bread womb of life inside memories
as breath of matriotic love
outside images.

Anyway,
please continue with your Letter to English Editors
of Town Bulletins, dear.
Although why you need to write everything outloud
in strings of regenerative ecologic
while inside singing and dancing in matriotic octaves
is so much spiral dynamics transporting
and more fun,
I cannot polyphonically imagine.

OK, continuing–
Most of our composting neighborhoods
arose before oil and gas burners
mechanized transportation
for both domestic song and dance tranquility
and international militarized terror.

For this epic creolizing-colonizing reason,
we could enjoy a deeper learning opera network,
polypathically useful operations
for polyculturing healthy highways
and byways.

For economic co-invested reasons
we could choose more walkable
and bike-enabling neighborhoods,
more child and extended family friendly.

We could affordably choose
some narrower edible chestnut tree-lined lanes,
intersecting frequently
in community cooperative gardening squares
and WinWin organic Green triangles
and peace restorative pentagons

Rather than continuing to choose
last gasps
of a more drive-thru-able
stinky mechanical WinLose devolving city.

For political and social communication reasons,
we might better cooperatively own and manage
convenient and safer,
better nurtured pedestrian
street transporters
with warmer and cooler
and more therapeutic communicating destinations
nearby.

For good faith reasons
we could choose natural neighborhood homeo-nonpathological drugstores,
more outdoor ecoschools
and after-school Green STEM projects
and Green STEAM repurposing arts
and reforesting sciences,
more organic and locally-grown grocery stores
and nutritionally walkable transporting ecosystems.

For good health reasons
we could cooperatively choose
to place,
adjacent to bad breath congesting highways
leading out to bioregionally giant
polluted feeder interstates,
cooperative ecoschool
and goodfaith community gardening grids
of humane-breathable streets
for solar electric streetcars,
bikeways,
ample horse-powered bark and repurposed chip,
stone and hand-made brick ways
to make our healthy peddled and walked
therapeutic rounds.

We could choose transport and communication channels
flowering with urban reforesting projects and policies
and planting/harvesting co-investment procedures
for eco-cooperative living,
smart deep growing therapeutic residents
with repurposing life vocations
in local downtown ZeroZone permaculturing centers,
eco-centric port authorities
for feeding healthy mouths
like our Sacred Thames River
flowing outstream
to Atlantic
and Pacific,
Indian and Northern

WiseElder surfing Seas,
seasons New Moon drenched in dualdark Soul
and FullMoon pulled toward
climate ecotherapies.

We could choose
to guard against merely drive-thruable cities
against double-binding future-past
eco-walking climate ego-change
for reducing waste fueled overconsumption.

We need not always choose
individual ownership of mechanized technologies
over cooperatively enabling
diverse and re-acclimating resilient respiratory response
to future indoor-outdoor climate pathologies.

We could choose to not suck in
further competitive WinLose public-private investments
for monoculturing solutions
far short of polycultural deep sacred-secular learning
resonant resident resolutions.

We could choose
co-arising secular Left and sacred Right
ecological-theological healthy initiatives
to reforest
New and Old England’s most resonant
historical resilience.

Too many words, dear.

How many
too many?

Go for ZeroZone eruption
into Wondrous Beauty
and Secular Awe.

I was.
I did.
I am.

Well then,
great and beautiful transition done, honey.
Now who are we?
And where are we cooperatively becoming?

You are insatiable.

Only with co-arising you,
dearest.

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Family Jazz Farmers

I am reading Wendell Berry stories
again,
still,
today.

And notice
over these past several weeks
he unfolds two bipolar themes.

Berry is,
was,
a cooperative Southern neighborhood farmer
of organic hospitality.
His protagonists grow on multigenerational farms
as Berry grows into writing while farming,
thereby farming readers
co-investing in cooperative
organic
ego-feeding
ecosystems.

But Berry’s NegativEnergy tension
emerges against nationalistic
anti-productive family
automated military ballistics
reaping death harvests.

All forms of death
are terror
in and outside Berry’s local farm community,
Yet death’s most absurd forms
are international and civil wars,
tariff warts and tumors
against short-handed family farmers.

As any farmer
worth her compost
knows,
Everyone losing opportunity for organic life
risks isolating
marginalizing
competing
de-commodifying death.

Similarly,
I hear an NPR commentator
this evening
remind us
Everyone loses empowering trade
in declaring wars.

Whether firing retributive ballistics
or tariffs
or both,
bleeding death and threat thereof
are the opposite of cooperatively farming
and feeding health
together.

Wars are LoseLose Games
unto violent absurdity
while cooperative farming,
planting and harvesting,
culling and replanting,
seed sharing and mutual cooperative composting,
multigenerationally,
is WinWin traditional healthy economics
and family politics,
secular democratic trust
and sacred faith
in PositivEnergy ZeroZone communities.

Similarly,
I hear another NPR commentator say,
of an iconic Jazz Master,
whose primary instrument
exploring high and low extremities
of piano-fortes:
He performed cooperative jazz
THE Right Way.

This seems to smirch the Master’s reputation.
Music performed THE Right Orthodox Way
is not jazz,
without capital-hoarding over-investments.

Jazz is not ballistically force-fed at people
Music sharing is about cooperative RightBrain planting
and harvesting invitations into resonant life.
Jazz performance
at its organic ensemble creolizing best
is about several right and left farming ways
inviting us to muse with
our right sharing amusing ways.

THE Right Ways
are about competitive performance wars–
who gets the biggest and baddest button
spotlight,
and not at all about jazz forms
of cooperative improvisational farming,

Recomposing stories
about healthy forest
and ocean
and breath
and light major 7th
and dualdark minor diminished
octave sharing.

I was dreaming Wendell Berry poetry
again resonant,
today.

 

 

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Jesus Loves We

Jesus loves us
this I know,
Mother Gaia showed me so.

Red and yellow
black and white
these are greenrestorative justice,(maybe ultra-violet aquamarine

to a diva ecstatic shabbat queen,
but go ahead,
don’t let me deductively stop you)

Little ones to him belong
Yin is weak
so Yang is strong.

Jesus lives like yin-born children
all Gaia’s child grown EarthBorn Wild,
red and mellow,
black with white,
we are polypathic
with Her resilient sight,

Jesus love us
this we know
for Earth’s creation
centers me so.

Little yins
to Her ZeroZone belong.

I grow ego weak
so EcoYin flows strong.

Yes Jesus loves we.
Yes Gaia grows me.
Yes God still lives we,
Her Truth grows flowering on.

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When I Woke Up This Morning

I opened to my internet this morning
to see an icon of a woman
under bannered “News”

And thought it couldn’t be important
or it would be a picture
of a white patriarch.

I opened to my weather web
this mourning,
to behold an icon of a Goddess
knowing we continue Gaia weeping
important fatalities
if only to each other stormy wise.

I opened to my epic romance history
this morning,
to behold all-embracing love
of eco-passion seeking,
mysteriously surrendered,
absorbing beloved fascinations.

Secularized WinLose promises devolving
sacred threatening to decompose
all Nature’s right with left ways,
sacred-eco with saintly-ego.

I woke up this dolphin breathing morning
to know our spiritual breaded Manna
upside down,
inside eco-naturally Out,
as breathing in
toward Earth’s natural nurture.

I woke up this eco-systemic morning
to turn environmental sciences
into wickedly complex magic
cooperatively owning wondrous jazz
improvising rapture.

I woke up this morning
to this eco-political WinWin bargain
liberating from WinLose doldrums
of every day toward nondualistic night.

I woke up to light this morning
this dualistic life
marooned in WinLose devolution
through patriarchal colonization theories
that might makes fight right.

I woke up to dualdark this night
in non-dualistic secular/sacred epic consciousness,
marooned in WinWin delight
matriarchal creolizing RightBrain experiences
eco-nurturing flows
bilaterally WiseElder
EgoLeft with Sacred Eastern Right.

I woke up to a walkable
and bike ride-able
city this morning
nutritionally sufficient transporting
PositivEnergy Democracy CoOperators
investing in healthy soul-soil systems,
with zero zone inventory.

I woke up to foot and pedal
arm and paddle
this morning
investing billions of empowering hours
with goat and llama and horse powered
construction
and transportation
and animal and cart
and bicycle and kayak
maintenance and repair
cooperative co-investments.

Well,
I even woke up this morning
and we were on my mind,
repurposing
recycling cafes and gardens and farms,
extending healthy family
WinWin infrastructural networks.

Resilient
restorative agape ego/eco-systems
weathering colonizing fuel spikes,
confronting patriarchal over-investment climates,
thriving past this GreatYang Recession.

I woke up this morning
to an economic ecological system,
socially
politically
WinWin environmentally resonant.

I got up this morning
on a nurturing transportation system
WinWin walkably linked
with cooperative internal soul investments
supporting land
and sea
and air crisis therapies
invested completely
in long-term ZeroZone resilience.

I walked and talked out this morning
with metaphoric resonance
for ego/eco-consciousness
RightBrain felt,
intuited,
internal/external bilaterally flowing,
epically erupting,
abundantly transporting,
accessible, if matriarchally walkable, health.

I opened to my network this morning
to see a woman icon
under bannered BadNews

And thought it must be important
or it would be another fake news picture
of a white patriarch
speaking into a one-way microphone.

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Strolling through GreeneVille

When guys get so old
pubic hairs
are as long as penises

It’s not time to grow
a longer and fatter, more drivable,
penal delivery system
promising retributive rape
of an entire planet.

It is time to trim back
over-Yanged investment hedges
blocking more pedestrian-friendly
RightBrain purposes;
traffic in WinWin walking nurture
more than WinLose driving torture.

I was thinking about Greeneville’s Neighborhood Revitalization
ZeroZone planning and design,
implementation progress,
or robust lack thereof,
from a drive-through as quickly as possible non-place
mutually disinvested drivable
back toward a more historically walkable space
and time.

I wonder if apparent lack of progress
may have less to do with funding,
and lack thereof,
and more to do with lack of cooperative implementation
imaginations walking together
back in multigenerational sharing time.

I don’t know much about Greeneville
built up along Shetucket River
historical transportation system,
and nutritional fishing site,
and PositivEnergy mill ecopolitical empowerment,

But I do recall
Greeneville’s primary drivable contributions
in the 1880’s UnCivil Culture Democracy War
were guns and cannons
and all things horse-powered ballistic.

This Greeneville Resilient Restoration Zone
might recall
prior to 1900s,
premillennial Green included walkable
and boatable transport
and not motorized drive-through shooting lanes–
not yet.

And GreenVillages
were ecoschool built around North Main Street gardening squares
where goats and landscaping sheep grazed,
and certainly no Norwich Maintenance Motorized Crew
hauled away refuse
whether for repurposing
or endstream undignified burial,
unholy ashes to ashes.

But gardening farmers perhaps closed that nutritional loop,
further investing
in walkably accessible repurposing.

Street performers,
Christmas carolers,
GoodFriday and Easter pageants,
evangelists and milk carton prophets
may yet again advocate
for healthier outdoor EcoSchools
matriotically remixing
rapturous WinWin
wealthy-health salvations.

Occasionally a horseback rider
might again ride through
delivering a new tethered team of mules
from Shetucket River ferry dancers
investing in a local pedestrian every-multigenerational family
farmer’s day
and sleep restoring night.

On Sundays
six or less historical Greeneville churches
might have become surrounded by horses
with carriages behind
and domestic-saddled horsepowers
waiting under sugar maple trees
for a return to Sabbath dinner,
and then perhaps a walk
along a bricked pedestrian lane
looking out across Shetucket River.

Some weekends might feature
town square performers,
outdoor schools for guiding imagination
remembering fire circle story-tellers
surrounded by listening original forests
on Shetucket River banks

And all that postmillennial wildmind
First Nation Greeneville drama
and domesticity
on matriarchal foot,
and paddling fast-lane patriarchal canoes.

When guys get so old
public memory hairs
are as long as their walk-as-punishment imaginations

It’s time to trim back
overYanged investments
blocking more pedestrian-friendly meanings,
traffic in nurture more matriarchal WinWin
than Either/Or LeftBrain Drivability,
dispiriting WinLose.

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Dreamer Cafe

Dear Franklin St. Four,

We have not met
but, no,
I’m not hoping to take money
or assets
away from you.

Quite the contrary.
Your rental building,
with four residential second and third floor units
above a first floor store front
is for sale–
and the seller knows nothing about this communication.

You could buy your building together
for no more
than your current rents–
probably somewhat less.

I’m hoping you will decide to buy your homes together
and repurpose your shared first floor space
for a Cooperative Dreamers Cafe
with child care during the day
and after-EcoSchool interns
for healthy cooperative evening recreation,
skill-sharing,
writing and song and dance,
ecotherapy repair and design and entertainment projects,
permaculturally designed
to share in this
your cooperative ZeroZone CoHousing Cafe.

Why would I care?
What’s in this for me?

I am a retired Permaculture Designer
recently relocated to Norwich
and certified to mentor Green STEM projects.

I’m looking for ways I can help,
especially in your town center area
and especially now that I don’t need to charge fees
for facilitation
of cooperatively-owned health and nutrition integrity projects.

So, if you are interested,
I would recommend
reading Permaculture Opera,
which will tell you far more
than you might truly care to know
about my family and me
and our therapeutic journey into this great transitional day
and cooperative-growing time.

If you buy it
on amazon.com
then my royalty share
will help support this project
should you all four choose
to move cooperatively forward.

But, I can also loan you a copy
or you can read all in it
and far more
for free
at http://www.gdill52.com.

With springtime hope
and resonant regard,

Gerald 0-Liver, PDC, MPA, MDiv

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EarthActivist Journals

A pro-active journalist
is like a research-committed teacher
teaching and listening to cooperative research designs
and presentations.

The opposite of the journalist’s deconstruction
of events
is reconstruction through predictive narrative.
Just as the opposite of permaculture’s green activist
regeneration
is pathological degeneration
emerging from past too-monoculturing memory

Back toward too much red-meat butchering
and ballistic slaughter
swimming in pathogens
about health-resilient DNA-RNA solidarity genes
for future regenerative reconstructions.

Recently
the local writer of Polyculture Opera
invited me to his and her place,
I’m still not sure s/he has chosen
Either/Or gender,
for a co-author interview.

But I need to arrive
just before dawn
and not drive in
or even toward
EarthSoul’s healthy address,
if at all possible.

So, I”m riding my bike
and arrive just as pre-dawn light
could reveal river homefront terrain.

There s/he is
atop a barren maple tree,
facing East
across a valley,
rocking back and forth
from north to south
and back again…

S/he calls “Good Morning!”
as if this emerging light
has already made Earth’s best day invitation
convocation
to and for those less grumpy
and feeling old-knees and hips frumpy.

S/he welcomes me up
and so I go
with all my Senior Citizen climbing years
behind me
to rest just below Earth’s swaggering
Operatic sway.

Before I can ask
what s/he is doing
S/he tells me
This is Earth’s centering sit spot
from which s/he greets our vibrant Sun
when clouds do not grey stand
in dark swaying way.

Here s/he waves back
as Earth’s trees thank FatherSun
for waving forth
paid-forward
toward this WuWei Day
West for Ego Win
and East of EcoRooting Win
discerning through and after dualdark night.

Like a Permaculture Opera
opening each morning,
each life,
this ego/eco centric
Western swaying
dusk-fading glory.

My Opera piece will begin
There’s no such health-listening thing
as a non-teachable moment.

A local pro-active journalist
sways like a research-committed teacher
teaching cooperative research design
through re-presentational invitations.

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April Love

We began our late winter do-over
with a dirty ceramic bowl
during a too-much snowstorm.

Well, no,
obviously that’s not where this rebirth story begins
but neither is a cream-colored
and clean
bowl
where this story ends.

Anyway,
I look at Matilda’s mac and cheese bowl
from the RaggedyAnn frosty night before
while an early morning April Fool’s snow blanket
arises perfectly
peacefully
majestically
and really too wetly
outside our kitchen windows.

I wash his late night
and lunch-time dishes all the time,
with grateful precision.

Not all the time,
but frequently,
poignantly,
yet he washes his dishes
without touching Matilda’s or mine.

Why would our Cooperative WinWin Gamer
not see how inappropriately WinLose
this is?

Never mind about disrespectful
and possibly selfish.
How does this lack of awareness
betray us,
a more or less functional
resilient cooperative health service unit?

What does this mean
and what is his message
through medium
of round crusty artifact?

I do his dishes
because I”m washing dirty dishes
so I don’t have to look at them,
or smell them,
and so they don’t attract pests
when they are not well rinsed
by RaggedyAnn frosty nubian princesses.

Is this because I am a responsible adult
and a parent of hurt children?
And he is not?

And, if so,
then why would our WinWin Gamer
assume it’s OK
to not act like a responsible young adult
and Cooperative Gaming Sibling?

Facilitator,
both teacher and regenerational student
of healthy resilient life-skills.

Is this message ageist,
and/or anti-parental?
Downsides of Peter Panism,
Eastern Innocence
without strong ecocentrically mature roots,
yet.

So I asked him
about why leaving dirty bowls is OK
for him
regardless of who started it.
And we talked cooperatively WinWin
together
about why they aren’t so great for me,
and possibly us.

That helped us
both to see ourselves
and each other
in some ways
newborn clean bowl differently.

It was about then
this magical early spring snowstorm
faded toward partly sunny
and shoulder-warmer.

 

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