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Life’s Midway

Our body is only a cloak;

seek the one who has dressed you,

heed not the dress.

Midway means nothing to infinity.

 

When totally immersed in pursuits that you love,

illness and pain won’t distract you.

Midway means nothing to infinity.

 

I wonder why when a bird 

clearly sees the trap laid out for her,

she’s still drawn to fly straight in!

Midway means nothing to infinity.

Rumi (M Mafi translation)

 

Midway means nothing (0) to binomial time,

captured between a polynomial past and  not-so-unpredictably resolving,

resonantly revolutionary,

mutually redemptive future,

where science religions polycultural metrics of infinitely wise and lovely bodies

discovering Interior Landscape’s analogical ecology of evolution v. revolution,

diastatic compost mirroring and absorbing Earth’s nutrient streams and flows,

functions and (0)-core frequencies

of energy and life,

development and design,

decomposition and regenesis,

organically fertilized farming

Prime Relationships of loving peace-filled fairness

in Beloved Climax Communities.

 

Space means nothing to Time, as

Midway means nothing to Infinity,

as Midway equals Polynomial +Left-Deductive

reiteratively dancing with(-)(-)Polynomial (-)Right-Inductive,

as Yang-convex + Yin-concave = [(0)logic Tao]

balances Infinity’s Prime Relationship

between Here and Now  cooperative economic ecologic,

meeting Economic Design CQI,

Globally Synergetic Optimization,

Natural System Development Standards

of ecotherapeutic orthopraxis

thermodynamic balance

and electromagnetic 4-equivalent dimensional spacetime Commons function.

 

Adults grow from children

deep learning prime relationship

between isolating comedic ridicule

and mutually humored information

emerging from both self and other,

confluently sometimes,

while other times only through sustained cognitive dissonance,

hard birthing events,

yet both confluent Yang/Yin harmony

and dissonant Yang-dominance

unveil redemptive merit

for polyparadigmatic comprehension of other complex

chaotic

stressful

discontented love relationships.

 

Shared joy and beauty and goodness and wisdom

multisystemically regenerate

when polyculturally analyzed and decomposed

discussed and discerned

remembered and reconnected and religioned

reflected and redeemed

with karmic grace intent,

grateful noticing as-is here and now,

cooperatively redemptive practice,

mutually mentoring synergetic design,

incarnating Boddhisatva Messiahs and Prophets,

Teachers who are first EcoTherapeutic Listeners,

thus permaculturing orthopractors.

 

Zero Space is Infinite Time

at Her best

wisely resonant Beauty

YangBeing what we are YinBecoming-Balanced

diastatically enculturing internal Climax Communities,

both YangJustStrength and YinOrganicBeauty EcoTherapists

enjoying our ride,

avoiding “I am Ego-Special” feelings

if only because catastrophic paranoia and megalomania both grow contagiously sad and angry,

slowly

transitioning

returning to a self-regenerating dream of

Beloved Community Teleology and Orthopraxis

of active peace absorbing issues of lack-of-time fears

such as mortality and death and climatic survival

as something darker than a shadow chasing Infinite Light

and Midway as something other than this revolving ride between

our SuperEco One,

our Love,

our Contentment,

our being and belonging

where Here greets Now greets Here

eternal cooperative economic ecotherapeutic information

redundantly  and inclusively unfolding

enculturing

binomial/binary un-double-knotting systemic QBit string

of prime fractal-telecometric Beloved Community.

 

Midway is nothing to Infinity

as (-)(-) balancing information-bits grow everytimely

ecotherapeutic (+) prime Eulerian relationship function,

(0) Core Vector/Vortex Fullerian crystal-fractal spacetime.

 

Id is nothing to SuperEco

as ego-centrism confluently optimizes resonance

with Right-brained eco-natural systemic encoded DNA/RNA

SuperEco Metric Regenerative Optimization Systems,

both thermodynamic and electromagnetic.

 

Here is nothing to Now

as Now is Comprehensive Coincident Intelligence

regenerating SuperEco Tao.

 

Fear is nothing to Love

as Love loses everything to Fear of Time’s Unresolved Absence,

as Absence of Fear enculturates Beloved Communities,

Exterior/Interior Prime (0)-sum Balancing Cooperative Landscapes.

 

Here means everything to Now

as Midway means nothing to Infinity

unfolding permaculturing past

enfolding polycultural future promise.

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Man/Sha Legends

Dr. Stew’s Business Recipe

You probably heard Dr. Cook up on his P=np prophetic soapbox the other day, over in the Metaphysics Department. And, we don’t disagree except sometimes I think he does not appreciate the level of decompositional commitment it takes to make messianic manna.

While prophets tell others the positive teleological and ecological Tao string narrative, which truly does want to result in rationally balanced spacetime sustainable outcomes, messiahs are manna. Yes, sometimes also manic, but you have to be a little diastatically amped up to act as compost within our cooperative Commons, when so many have lost their way in producing ever more competition because their lack of self-sufficiency is so vast. Our  messianic vocations unfold within an unbalancing Earth, screeching dissonance to remind us of regenerative living, breathing, writing, story telling, music, movement, therapy, transliteration of paradigms and languages, socioeconomic orthopraxis, multisystemic ecopsychiatry, facilitating natural system development of optimizing synergy, compassionate mindfulness, love, active peace.

Messiahs comprehend interdependent functions that prophets only know as sequential forms. Messiahs mutually mentor while prophets try to teach and preach. Messiahs are nature’s decomposing understory, root system, pursuing polyculturally inclusive compost, development, and design, living vocationally self-expressive dreams to re-occupy Earth’s cooperative Universal Synergetic Intelligence.

If we could just get our numerology straightened around. Everybody knows that 1 times 1 is 2, not 1, just as 2 times 2 is 4, not 2. It takes at least 2 to multiply, both subject and object, both icon and thinker. Multiplication unfolds in spacetime with 1 as the rational square root of 2 and balanced +/(-)(-)0 as the 4-dimensional prime square-fractal root of 1. Doubling the unity of 1, speaking geometrically, is coincidentally comprehending both the convex exterior and the concave interior of numeral units. Taoists understand the convex face of iconic systems as YangForm, and the concave interior face as Yin binomial elliptical function. Euler understood this prime one-dimensional business function as the primal relationship of metric systems. Buckminster Fuller built on this Eulerian foundation, comprehending this as a hypothetical candidate for the prime relationship of universal Intelligence and all of nature’s regenerative systems.

This essential binomiality of 1 also adds ecological and economic layers of teleology to Zeroism, because 2 is to 1, as 1 is to +/-0. This becomes a numeral language for the permacultural Golden Rule: Treat each convex face (supereco-other) as balancing your ego-concave (id-entity) face, or things are going to get really competitive and dissonant and out of alignment, creating all kinds of karmic incarnational issues that we really don’t need right now.

As without, so within. As above, so below. As before, so after.

The physical binomiality of metaphysical unity can remind us that death bookends life just as night bookends day. Every natural system regeneratively gardens through decomposing self/other-absorption. So, why would we expect the unity of human natural life to revolve across time in some negatively deviant and dissonant way?

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Advent Light

Maybe it could be safe

to fade off into the night

with gratitude for light.

 

Perhaps deforming identity

might belong to adventure,

a conciliating pilgrimage

of floating light

drawing us toward each Other’s

original intent.

 

Why couldn’t decay function salvifically,

absorbent healing hidden within ego’s hubris memories,

uncovering carnation’s form

revealing unmitigated synergy

as boundless light’s economy of grace.

 

Light composting fuel’s individuating form,

to sustain ego’s burned out wick,

we pass through light’s regeneration,

flying graceful paths not yet taken.

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Spacetime Lament

I.

I’ve said it all before,

last time you firmly closed my door.

 

Where have my words dreamed since then,

hiding fugitives in labyrinthine recesses,

backwaters of insane progress

confidently processing toward unknown intent?

 

I’ve feared it all before.

This flirtive closing door

on other sides far too vast

with needs sucking out my lungs

squeezing timid-static heart

closing rich sensory prehensile shutters

until concaving Yin weeps with righteous loneliness.

 

She’s sung it all before

time’s merciless karmic door

open always as before

yet No Admission

without formal dress,

accessorized dysfunction.

 

II.

You’ll say it all again

next time I mercy fuck your home.

 

What will your words do next time,

laughing boldly through primordial eclipse,

surging equinoxing rivers

streaming global madness fear?

 

You’ll find me once again,

my grace-open salvific door.

Death’s other side slowly swims

languidly breathing advent into

fertile faith-ballooning diastasis,

wide-sweeping invite into ego-silence,

warm echo belonging,

blanketing Yang’s eternal karmic kiss.

 

He’ll dance with Yin again

in carnaling EarthTribe’s permacultured soil

zero-carbon holonic balancing

banquet for all Earth to savor

frequent fractal organic fusions.

 

I’ve said this all before

time gave birth to four dia-metric space,

biological, binomial, and bicameral,

in Bucky’s regenerate,

synergetic,

geometric (0) soul-fractal place.

 

III.

Yang encultured power praxis,

male-dominatrix history.

Yin polyculturally integrating harmony,

feminist nutrient permaculture.

Revolve in RNA’s relational fractal structure,

regenerating natural systemic template:

U = +P

C = (-)NP

A = Yang-convex Vertex

G = Yin-concave’s Dark Vortex

cooperatively stringing

reweaving

EarthTribe’s eternal memory code.

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Reheading Rights

In memory of, and with gratitude to, all those who have lost our heads to violence.

 

We lost our head the other day,

attenuating sight and sound and smell,

severing our capacity to feel

and digest this sacrifice of sacred nature.

 

With dominant arm of self-righteousness

we practiced malignant intent,

a sacrilegious suicide

this unholy separation of mind and sacred icon

of EarthSpace,

Tree of Life cut down,

leaving this abominated stump

with dying roots

stretching back and down to reach

our deepest rivers of nutrient Paradise.

 

And now Yin, mourning left hand of justice

grows silently incapacitated

by right-handed hubris

trading self-defensive weapons

predicating tools, offending nature’s incarnation.

 

Our denatured head grows silent

waiting for decaying EarthSelf to respond.

 

Why is this eternal silence

not enough,

a global omissioned sin?

 

Perhaps because our grieving is too loud

to recommit Earth Yinned arm to

restore our sacred space,

a paradise replacing

self-immunizing defenses with

self-immolating gratitude

for deeply graced ecologic,

our Tree of Life Cathedral

composed of countless recycling life rings,

each gradually growing silent

as its individuating season passes,

to move to core support,

endless trunk aligned with

EarthSelf’s permaculturing taproot.

 

Our beheading self-sacrilege

screams with holy loss,

defilement of humaned nature,

loss of hope for anything

but winter’s silent healing,

nurturing future’s seed.

 

Teach us bare-boned sacred silence,

grow our gratitude for winterish loss,

our remains deep-stretching hope

to comprehend Earth’s silent despairing diastasis,

sobbing decay weeps for

unremitted memory loss.

 

Rise up peaceful open-handed grace

of silent witness.

Burn fused weapons

into smooth-shelled water rafts

rising procession, springing sap

for reweaving Earth’s cultured pearls,

sacred silent wisdom,

a left-armed reach up

to greet right hand’s loss,

mutually caressing shared loss of mind.

 

As one falls silent severed

so do we all.

Dropping arms in empty bow

to rest on Earth’s warm skin.

Cold-hearted seeds of tears

for what we have begun,

a suicide procession

quietly emptying out of Eden.

 

This pilgrimage bows,

vows to return again

to silent natural grace,

uncommodified,

waiting with simpler cousins,

more helplessly free of self-defenses,

trees and hibernating animals,

making do with what rests stored,

vast wealth deposits melting out

toward starving margins of

reason’s boundary.

 

Winter water’s left-armed brittle peace,

a pacific self-sequestration

lays siege to tired and trembling Righteousness,

until at last we reconnect

our left and right

our Yang and Yin

our song and silence.

 

We retell our children

and they theirs

of this Great Head Turning.

Iconic scab of homeless body,

a trunk no longer growing rings

sings our silent mourning memory

for EarthTribe’s loss of seed.

 

Our sacrificial answer to sacrilegious question,

winter’s dark silence

until mourning accomplishes her healing task,

Earth’s dawning regenesis

of heart and breath

springing profoundly diverse sprigs

of interweaving gratitude

for winter’s rich composting blanket.

 

Fold arms,

stop marching in effraction baring markets,

to dance in harmoniously therapeutic

revolving, flowing

Gaian prehensive circles.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Burning Bodhisattva Tree

Our Tree of Life burns,

self-immolating inside out,

charred stench of commodifying human flesh,

entrapping memories grown commercial,

messages without information,

histories without cultures.

 

Language primally embracing rooted systems in our racing,

breeding search for compost

not yet fracted and extracted

from angry longing

for simply belonging,

seeding Earth’s surface

to recover shade

from our own souled out burning despair.

 

Screaming voiceless stream of speciating suicide,

passion flight of fire.

 

Hard endings measure soft beginnings,

to turn one last time in hope

for faith to love peace sufficiently

to thrive through flame’s winged purge,

singed yet sung snug,

resting nest of painful longing

to fly one last sacred arc beyond

this softly falling dark horizon.

 

We seem to die

to learn to fly together.

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Death Prehensive Birth

Giving birth to death

feels sacrilegious

sacramental but wrong

letting law and logic

and biology win

over spirit and grace

sanctity

ecology of love,

sin-ergetic

primal flat-lined

entropic non-relationship

in static balance,

between breathing in

and breathing out….

 

Grace-filling breath toward death

fading in and out

birth to flight again.

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Weeping Trees of Life

My tree of life too often weeps

willowing down toward grounded roots

sustaining all this weight of history.

 

Our tree of life grows up and down,

a tree of cultured composting ground

up through tiny reaching tendrils

laced to root-unwinding system growth,

up toward light and air and breeze

and full-bloomed flower of polyculturing praise.

 

My life tree weeps for fear of death

tear-seeds reining in my soul

winking down through fertile ground

where springs bring hope of day.

 

Not all trees are weeping trees.

We tend to grow near watered streams

flooding nutrintegritative souls

awash in tears

informed by years of self-encultured

sadness ignored by upright stretch

of stronger Yangish stuff,

with dryer roots.

 

My tree of life too often weeps

to grow up as an oak

filled willow to reach around this Earth

and dance with roots

gracefully embracing soulfilled

gravitating rhythms

of regenesis.

 

My tree of life too often weeps to grow.

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Paradise Reincarnating

There is a hope among my people

that after life may be as we most wish

our hope of peaceful dreams fulfilled.

 

We call this hope Paradise,

Beloved Community,

for some an Edenic Garden of

permacultured polycultural

color-dense absorbent nutrients,

mutual succulence

of sight

and touch

and sound

and fragrant mind and time balanced graciously,

richly hued and tasted.

 

It seems important to incarnate this dream

now

where we are

with whom we are,

our Self and our Other right relationships,

and our normative awareness of Original Intent.

This mouthful is our mindful.

 

To live actively and peacefully toward that future

we would most hope to continue

to remember

to reincarnate

to pass from still toward bi-sonic reweaving

on the other side of this potentiating incubator.

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Fun Home

For Robin Williams

 

This seems a funny time to die

right when everything stops working,

play disappears

with terminal humor.

So, is anyone left out there?

Is anyone home

devouring the last bite of this American pie?

 

I often laughed til I cried

addicted tears of joy

for faith in where we meet

our longing just to join.

 

I cannot belong here anymore.

Incarnation pulls and tears

addicted to this power of faith

we belong back together,

a jigsaw puzzle cast astray

with no pieces missing

except me, somehow

sometimes

some place?

 

Where is my place

when spacetime greys to fog

enclosing colored laughter

in joyless tomb of  mutual decomprehension?

 

This could be a happy time to die

a final song to reach front page

screaming waves of not so solemn

remembering

religioning

togathering Earth and Sky,

death with hope,

tear flowing night

of dark ecstatic be-longing.

 

If I could,

it it would be enough for you,

I would burn my soul

to reach you.

Could we laugh our soul

to teach us once belong a time?

 

Good morning, america…

this seems a funny time….

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