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Thomas The Jefferson’s Train

In my dream
Thomas Jefferson pops out a pilgrim
in The Jeffersons family,
proprietors of Chinese laundries
on the worst end of Main Street’s forested path
emerging toward Sanford Sons and Daughters Recycling Dump.

Here, midst polyglot stone soups
both informing and deforming,
occasionally reforming,
Thomas declares revolutionary interdependence with Earth’s dignity
as his senior honor’s thesis
read out boldly to collegial students
teaching cultural enrichment,
hoping for autonomic network surges
of WinWin political ecological outcomes.

Thomas, sometimes called Red behind his considerable backside,
discovered repurposing as economic thesis
and recovering recycling paths of golden intentions
as political antithesis
of terrorist fascist Christians
who had hoped to grow up
to join SuperJewish kibbutzisms
which was merely a more high-toned reference
to the pilgrim’s village recycling crashdump
of at-risk people looking for more inviting places
with sufficient space
for the entire upstairs-downstairs Jefferson Tribe
of Arabic DayDream stews
and stud muffins.

When Red heard young Thomas hoped to revive Taoist MidWays
all along pilgrim’s Main Street sonnets and plays
he prayed to Martha Washington
“My heart, my heart,
I could not survive such empire deconstruction!”

Somehow SuperHero Thomas the Jeffersonian Train
regenerated a multicultural chain of fools
to revolve this foxy precycling plant
into a MidWay forest of sweet and sour bodhisattva delights,
currency accepted up as down MidWay’s carnival street
in Jefferson’s NoShirtTicket-NoLaundryService busy mess
of humanity deforming Earth’s Rights
to procreate recreation of poli-econormic education,
schools of synchronic swimming Red Jeffersonian fish
remembering how to pilgrim surf thru interracial plowing seasons
to turn out hot melting stone soup feasts
of uniting nation futures
invested in laundering unhealthy wealth
until Thomas redreamed rainbow cream.

As Thomas this Jefferson Train
pulled away from wu wei pilgrimage station,
he called out to all repurposing Foxes,
Merry CoMessiahs to all nations
and states of recycling benighted dreams.

Now there’s a good night’s sleep
you’ll never address backward inside-out again.

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Sins of Omitted Remissions

Yin kindly reminds the more short-term focused Yang,
We together introduced language to Earth.

Ah yes, Yang smiles, too rarely lately,
over-worked and under-valued dominance of ecosystems,
That was natural-dialectical-dipolar trend projection
to optimize healthy interdependent biosystems
and their ecosystemic Elders.

Quite so,
those co-arising trends flowing
through our mutual-rhetorical reiterations,
our MidWay Confluence as deductively rational consciousness,
DNA exegetical capacity for logically calculating nature’s healthiest values;
what yin-RightBrain autonomically remembers
as prime temporal-bilateral neural syntax,
dialogos of fractal-function
and regenerative development
of dynamic healthy bioregeneratic lifesystems.

Yet, not to play any blame game,
this our new co-evolutionary capacity
for LeftBrained Language Enculturation
became YangDominant associated
with LeftBrain-dominant civilization,
co-arising anthro-centrism,
including Earth’s newer history
of revolution by Empirical Elitism.
Processes of empirical empire supremacy
became benignly associated with evolution,
by our human incarnations,
as sometimes revolutionary monocultural WinLose OmniPotent Creator Power,
Predators, often benign, Hosts to Praying Prey
til Trees of Life and Death appeared in dualdark dreams,
Divine Empire – Human Nature’s Incarnate Generation – Lesser EarthTribes.

Yes, we’ve watched history’s great transitional pendulum
rushing back toward center
but still learning British English Language Empiricism,
grown dominantly Western toward Eastern BusinessAsUsual rooted
history of AnthroCentric Elitism
as fortunes of natural evolutionary WinLose Games,
political and economically developing to date,
ecologically rational
spoils of competition’s inevitable evolutionary wars.

We would together prefer our mutual coarising
more true and beautiful superiority
only in solidarity with Allah’s merely “other-foreign”
living bio and ecosystemic inferiors, as Eler Superiors.
Now we have remade Creator God’s evolution stories
in our own historical-supremacist image.

Don’t forget Totalitarian Empiricism running through
nation-state political dominant trends,
leading toward the inevitable rational conclusion,
these long-term outcomes smell slightly, now,
of sulfur as Lucifer,
for some,
anti-christic political and economic trump-empowered damnation story cards
for others,
too-recessive

Yes, N(NP)

yin function, as you so calculatingly dipolar-define it,
or not, to others,
or notnot,
like LoseLose as appositional with WinWin binomials,
to still others,
more deductively consumed scientists,
and metric rhythms as dialectical language historians
and linguists
and ecotherapists
and deep-ecology gardeners
and permacultural landscape developers,
interior and exterior designers and architects,
0)-centric information system engineers
of binomial on-line WWW cooperative function
emergent poli/economic capacities.

Our too-yang dominance emerged Totalitarian Evolutionary Empiricism
unfortunately casting human nature
in our present operatic double-bind,
if enslaved to a benign cooperative Creative PreDator Intelligence
who would only empower WinWin regenerative reiterations of time,
if all were within His evolutionary powers,
then why is it OK for some male-dominant human-racing tribes
to enslave other human racial-cultural tribes
and genders,
especially transgenders?
When we look each other in the eyes
are we looking at god as humane nature’s regenerative incarnation,
or not quite so healthy as all that?

An unfortunate deductively accessible response
to this problem of mutually unjustified enslavement
was to pretend the ability to objectively define proportions of healthy humanity
as favorably contrasted to “other” foreign natures
substantially less valuable than
White EnglishSpeaking Male dominant Western BusinessAsUsual
enculturing incarnations
of God’s LillyNotPeopleofOtherColor Supremacy,
smelling of premillennial nazi, totalitarian fascist, racial supremacist,
terrorist,
and other anti-christic
tao-imbalanced nationalist-empiricist YangTrump Cards
of AnthroCentrism,
human nature’s LeftBrain curiosity
about humane evoutions of EarthTribe’s Cooperative,
our poli/economic selves,
continuing to rape Earth’s “other-lesser”
ecologically co-arising systems
now nuancing dissonant addictive stress enslaved recession,
no more than 50% humane-yin, as over-valuing domestication
commodification,
political and economic dominance of too-competitive Yang,
undermining ecological values of “other” nature,
as something other than our own Elder DNA/RNA co-enscribing Elders,
writing this ReGeneration Story.

This late PreMillennial economic,
then political, fascination,
almost mystical curiosity with enslaving power over other forms
and functions within human nature,
opened yet another Pandora-Nested-Box
of Great and Small Transitional Welfare Systems,
which premillennially severed our economic source of health
from polyculturally inclusive wealth,
with coarising political severance of universal health
from evolution’s integrative polypathic therapeutic welfare.

We remain confused
about how mental health could be improved
by essentially starving primal political and economic relationships
within our families and neighborhoods,
and wilting mutual namaste
within our EarthTribe’s polyculturally beloved ecoharmonic community.

Our mutual enculturing history
lends more climate-balanced support,
politically and economically,
as ReGeneration RNA Story
of yin-fractal (0),
WinWin
P=N(NP)
as Yang = Yin
RNA CoOperative PermaCulturing Design

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Angelic Guides

Divine messengers from Elders past
beget humane guardians of culture.

Messenger functions
perform and redevelop
guardian structures and forms.

Proactive verbs
with their domesticating nouns
speak defensive formal language,
recreating exegesis of life
spread and stretched between
fiaming love and stone-cold hate.

Messages shaping defense of polycultures
reshaping offense of runaway monocultures.

Divine words
building bodhisattva messiahs
guardians of healthy cooperative virtues,
EarthTribe’s convening natural discerning kindness,
ecoconscious mindfulness.

Messengers to and from our Elder guardians,
trees shaken by breeze,
squirrels chased by bluejay girls,
light shadowed by nondual night.

Sacred messengers,
enculturing guardians.

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Final Farewell

Enjoy our parting day
the young girl child,
now full-grown wise Elder,
reminded me,
the brother she had taught to flex male muscle
without overbearing her Sister Gaia powers.

On this classic sun-baptizing fragrant May morning,
reflecting this same gently caressing day I was born
into earlier centuries of flowering cultures,
she prepares to leave me
perhaps forever
as the length of our pilgrimage together
grows long enough to tip more poignant hello
into operatic final exit goodbyes.

I remember what I might have felt at two,
when she joined me
inviting me into our special shared world,
loving our polycultural identities,
nondual twins since infant-fairy magic,
not having previously known
how lonely love is without her.

Now, to stare remaining years ahead
without seeing and feeling her morning through evening present voice,
facing my own ecology of each Ego identity dying alone,
inevitably without her, or anyone,
dying without incarnate memories
of unconditionally cooperative and active love.

I remember
at two or three,
toddling outdoors in my most terrifying wild ways
exploring gardens and barns
chickens and pigs and milkcow domesticated wildness,
and returning to your crib to report back
all these wonderful worlds we would welcome
if you could only learn to walk and talk
with me.

I need not say farewell
as I learn to see forward as dying
into these deep rich memories
of learning to walk and talk with Sister Gaia’s Welcome,
yet sometimes tipping, Wagon.

Chauvenist anthro-elitism
disappears as we stop over-investing in dominant negative
competitive
Yang, outweighing Yin’s more integrally inclusive flow powers,
politically and economically,
personally and as a species,
intergenerationally and cross-culturally
now under-invested in polyculturing mutual-equity cooperative investments.

What is our mutual time-investment balance on this farewell date?
Do our mutual equity values line up, match, balance, absorb any lifetime losses?
Sister Gaia’s regenerative trends
grow ever deeper cooperative equity-reinvestment designs,
plans,
policies and procedures for further self and other development
through EarthTribe Revolutions,
PolyPathic EcoConsciousness,
WinWin Life as LoveGame Health Theory.

We give evil, dissonant farewells,
nondual negative Janus-faces of Yang/Yin imbalance
power
by seeing these toxins and poisons
and personifications of eviL,
as other than absence of good
Yang/Yin balanced nutritional Co-Creation Stories.

This Final Farewell Memory
eternally coarising
Earth’s Embryonic UnFolding
of Love as stretching BiLateral Time’s Black Hole
(0)Rigin Tipping MidWay ReVolutions
Yang(+) = Yin(-,-)
ThermoDynamic Prime Eulerian Co-ReGenerative Universal Function
Intelligent ZenZero Tao-Balanced fractal RNA-iconic-ionic enlightenment
as Time’s bilaterally unfolding regenerate matters
of EarthTribe’s healthy enculturating-revolving futures.

Final Farewell
remembering my original embryonically environmental Hello,
Here We Are
together again-still
incarnating in and out,
back and forth,
up as down,
Yang-out as Yin-in.

While Autumn farewell bears time’s reputation for messy falls from grace,
this is prophesied in spring seedling beginnings
bearing message memories merging coarising births
of EarthTribe multigenerational,
polypathic,
His/Her Creation Story,
coarising nondual identities,
within Earth’s ecology of regenerate-revolving design,
seasonal praxis,
polyculturally deep enriching outcomes,
by turning down RightFisted AnthroSupremacy
to balance Left/Right Zero-Centric EcoSystemic Investment
and divestment, double-negative equivalent
WinWin DiPolarity Outcomes
ReGenerate Network Game Theory Development
of Form
from BiLateral-Temporal Prime Relational (0)-FractalFunction.

Enjoy this parting day
I have so loved beginning again together,
our mutually co-invested Creation Story.

Enjoy our continuing
final farewell day.

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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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Families That Stay Together

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

Perhaps.
If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe’s Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth’s nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature’s regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,
together?

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don’t think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe’s baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light’s perfume of regenerative choice.

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Politically Correct Wilderness Behaviors

It’s not that I mistrust you,
though sometimes I feel I must distrust
either me or you.

I ambivalently choose both.

So yes, of course, this is about your behaviors
in relationship with mine,
aggressive and impulsive.
Behaviors of addiction
to a child’s malignant sense of humor
and anger as synaptic fear
of loving inalienable powers of freedom
from and to yet further behaviors,
too often aggressive and impulsive,
too seldom shy and demure
as water flowing into deeper gravitas.

Behaviors inspired by Assertiveness Training
on steroids,
mainlining a fix
to fill recent behavioral abstinence,
dreams and fantasies standing in for life,
addiction to action
not counting absent minutes of no behaviors.

Do not remind me
“actions have consequences.”
How is this not a vacuous tautology?
merely repeating response meets stimulus,
nouns regenerate verbs
as subjects pursue objectives.

We do not really need dualistic behaviorists
as much as we crave nondual interpreters of patterns,
feeding those with cooperative intent and, yes, behaviors,
but action, response, as praxis,
walking a cooperative walk
outspeaks talking a competing game of good v. bad behavior.

Hoping for better health next year
while pouring chemicals on our lawns
and down our throats
feels like an ecotherapist observing toxic relationships,
enumerating nutritional transactions,
despising monocultural weedpatch development trends,
counting numbers of deaths v. births through minutes passed,
only to conclude that actions,
like inactions,
have consequences,
and lack thereof.

Behaviors ebb and flow ionic,
nondual bionic,
as communication reiterates iconic truths
of history’s encultured wild addictions
fighting freedoms to develop love,
sometimes more quietly,
freedom from addiction to aggressive impulses
to share this love and fear,
lovely fear,
fearful love,
in life’s conflicted ways,
supported by ecotherapists of active communication
rather than behaviorists of counting
endless predictable cycles
of destimulating response.

It’s not so much I distrust behaviorists as scientists,
though sometimes I mistrust nondual us.

Failure to control global and national mindbody impulses,
resulting in anger-induced responses
and fear-reduced reactions,
is a failure to control climate sustainability
through indulging competitive addictions.
Regeneratively effective healers speak not as mere behaviorists;
co-mentors immerse baptized within this polypath pilgrimage
toward better communicated enlightenment,
sometimes shy and demure,
but always nondual love-management intended,
most certainly always, always kind,
though nature’s kind co-teaching/learning evolution
can feel harsh to swollen Ego’s feet,
walking in habitual circles
toward nowhere good
or true
much less divine.

What good are a child’s safe hands
with no safe mind?
What benefits emerge from kind and loving hands
tagging along with healthy motivated feet
to sustain ecologically balancing mindbody co-operators,
solidarity of EarthTribe’s EcoMentors,
too busy managing our bugs and parasitic ways
to build political economic empires of surfing sand.

I distrust myself
when reduced to behaviorist judge
of self and others.
I trust us to induce healthy communication of love as life,
robust through healthy wealth.

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Who I Am

by Spencer Dillenbeck, my son, age 19

A chunk of clay settling into its mold
A painting yet to dry
A matching hand I cannot hold
A block of cheese before its mold
But even I do not know why
The answer is unknown to me
A rock on the cliff I cannot reach
A phantom I can’t see

I am
ABOMINATION
An amalgamation of the things that have shaped me
But nothing really seems to…
fit?
work?
stay together?
feel… right?
It all feels so…
messy.
needless.
uncomfortable.
unwanted.
The clay has yet to finish molding
But the mold refuses to hold

A painting yet to dry
A matching hand I cannot hold
A block of cheese before its mold
But even I do not know why
The answer is unknown to me
A rock on the cliff I cannot reach
A phantom I can’t see

I am
DEFINITION
A story written by hands that feel foreign
They’re mine, these hands
Surely
The story is mine
Surely
It’s all… nonfiction
Surely
But the ink’s invisible to me
The pictures don’t match the words
Because they aren’t there
But when I watch others take my hands
and paint what I can’t see
It all feels right and natural
It all makes sense to me

A matching hand I cannot hold
A block of cheese before its mold
But even I do not know why
The answer is unknown to me
A rock on the cliff I cannot reach
A phantom I can’t see

I am
DISTRUSTFUL
But perhaps I should explain
I trust those I care for
those I love
And I feel obligated to
They’ve given oh so much to me
It’s the least I can do
But once they put the mirror up
And look into my eyes
I am the only one who cries
I am the only one who sees
my LIES
I can’t let myself stay this way
Too many things I want to change
But it all feels so strange
I can’t take this hand
I can’t take this chance
So many ways to alter my stance
But I feel locked into this trance
In which I glance
into the abyss
And the abyss glances back
I have to look away
I can’t look at this
I can’t look like this
I can’t act like this
I can’t be
this

A block of cheese before its mold
But even I do not know why
The answer is unknown to me
A rock on the cliff I cannot reach
A phantom I can’t see

I am
UNREMARKABLE
I don’t see what people see in me
I’m not special
or talented
or smart
or cool
or trendy
or fashionable
I’m not that finely aged jazz you see on the top shelf
That’s the good stuff
That’s what people think is best
Nobody touches it because they don’t want it to go away
They want it to stay
But I’m left deformed and in pieces
Not because people keep eating me
If that were it, there’d be more me to go around
But, really
I don’t want me
I just give myself away
Piece by piece
Bit by bit
Until nothing’s left
That’s what I think is best

But even I do not know why
The answer is unknown to me
A rock on the cliff I cannot reach
A phantom I can’t see

I am
I am…
I am who I am?
There’s too much I hate
So much to change
Not enough to evaluate
Nothing to see
Not even my glasses give me the sight I need
My eyes just aren’t able to focus
But everyone else has great eyes
Eyes I can use to see me
If I let them like me
change me
evaluate me
see me
Then I can understand
They can tell me
Who
I
am

Now
With all of this in mind, I’m sure
That you can see
That you can tell me
What I need to hear
Make it nice and clear
I’ve waited more than long enough
for this point in time
This fortune of mine
Look into my eyes and show me the truth
Tell me what you see in me
Be my special little sleuth
The only one who can deduce
This mystery of my history
is YOU

Who
am
I?

 

Written in response to my poem, “Who Are You?”

 

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Each as Every EarthDay CoOperative

If,
in the NorthWestern Hemisphere,
each Earth Day’s EgoCenter
includes a Bicycle Warrior for True EcoLogic,

If,
in South and Eastern Hemispheres,
each Earth Day and Full GrandMother Moon
Allah-Brahman Night of Tao,
includes a Bodhisattva ZenWarrior
of Beauteous EcoJustice Fire
through DualDark TransParent EnLightenment,

Then Earth Day Ego
sees and smells and tastes nutrition
through bicameral 20/20,
LeftYang to Right YinFractal-SquareRooted (0)
DiPolar ReGenerative Syntax RNA through DNA History of Enculturation,
ThermoDynamic Balance Function,
BiLateral DiaStatic WaveLinear CoArising Forms,
BlackHole DualDark TaoCenter
of (0)Riginal thru (0)Mega Point through Time
revolving Earth’s Universal EcoCenter PermaCulturation,
ReGenerating Space
as Earth’s EcoPlace
in CoGravitational Time.

We want to be happier,
feel self-optimizing,
fill life, but not over-fill to death,
as we step into Earth’s Daily Reality,
as we deflate our EgoAnger Fear,
dissonating memories.

Our cooperative DNA research
reveals a realistically positive attitude
and eco-founded optimism,
along with some acceptance of dissonance
as not merely dysfunctional.
with ego-learning logical merit
to help us accomplish great loves
in all polypaths
of shared EarthTribe ReGenerative Daily Life.

What we still do not know,
yet hope is true and beautiful and healthy,
ecotherapeutic,
Why do our day-to-day decisions
co-determine how each Ego navigates through great transition points,
why identity co-evolves through and beyond
each EgoRelational Life?

What if DNA/RNA Solidarity
lives even another thousand years of Earth Days?
Reincarnating fresh mindbodies
possessing, owning, claiming,
proclaiming permacultured memories
of this (0)-EgoCenter we are collectively becoming,
back in this PostMillennial Network Era,
and on back through (0) EcoCenter of BiLateral Time,
CoArising-CoGravitating Light,
(0) Black Hole Tao
DualDark TransParent WinWin
ReGenerating,
ReIterating
ReCycling
RePurposing
ReMembering
ReConnecting Time,

Eternally copresent
in each Earth organic, full-composted, Day,
and Night,
and CoRevolving Year of EarthDay Gratitude.

If another thousand Earth Day years,
re-membering each other
at our lovely healthiest best,
why not a million,
why not eternal self-perpetuating climaxing permaculturing polycultural polypathic polynomial balanced
eternal ecoconsciousness
of TaoLight?
Time’s sacred ProGenitor,
Open Systemic Network
CoArising each DiPolar NonDual EarthDay Event.

Earth Day,
emerging from red dawns
resonating through red dusk
rich healthy eco-centered moonlit Earth Nights,
ruled by Bicycle Balancing Bodhisattva EcoWarriors.

To live each day as if (0)-centric eternal
is to love EarthDay’s co-emerging plans,
while consulting with one’s most delighted
healthy
cooperative Ego
as self-other relational-co-operative-co-incidental-co-arising-co-gravitating-co-enfolding identity.

Any day that feels more confined by fear and anger
than refined by love
as healthy desire for ecoconscious contentment
for Ego as for each EcoCentered Other,
is another day invested
in learning what Earth Day means
by resolving love your enemies,
to know and respect Ego’s fear and anger nemeses,
contentious boulders
along Earth Day’s Tao River
flowing abundantly revolving YangLeft-YinRight Temporal-Neural Time.

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