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EcoTherapist Conventions

Truth is a feather
pushed off to the other side.

Truths are a body of feathers
within which our bodies reside.

OK, students of life’s healthiest purposes and meanings,
it’s time to regather, if you would be so kind.

Namaste.

[Silence]

[My EcoTherapist is trying to recall our bicameral minds with ecological bodies.]

[More kinda creepy silence.]

[I wonder if I have time for a cigarette.]

How do you understand “mind” as other than “body”?

[OK, she leads with a dualist assumption
for a session advertised as nondualist,
so the correct answer must be,
I don’t.]

Which, mind or body, do you believe came first,
or do you believe,
as I do,
consciousness and biosystems co-arise nondually?

[I knew it!
Biosystems are self-identifying consciousness-rememory
DNA-encoded systems, or RNA, if you’re a tree or something green,
from before the time when physical root systems
transubstantiated into metaphysical regenerate root bilateral,
then bipedal,
then bicamerally balancing,
eco-political systems.
I remember our history of biological evolution co-mentoring sessions,
out on the coral reefs of time’s surfing copresence.]

If mind emerges from reiterative and redundant and resonant neural-cellular development,
in these, and probably other, senses co-arising nondually,
then what do you think could survive of your Ego identity
upon total biosystemic flatline demise of your natural-chemically elementary cellular body?

From where would sensory consciousness and memory emerge?
From when, and for how long?

[Hang on there now. I’m stuck back on the where question,
which I think should probably default as Nowhere,
Ego emerges from nowhere?
No, no, If dead,
then Ego as sensory consciousness and memory is nowhere
at that time, and on into the future of EarthTribal evolutionary history.
No such phenomenon.
No such experience within continuous Earth-spinning Time.
I think?
But only as long as I dance this Ego-consciousness string
I am]

As your mindbody decomposes,
is this really still your Ego’s story?
In that future time of opportunities for health and relationship
and transactions,
capacities for ongoing communication,
you struggle to face their mortal loss now, projecting forward,
we struggle together to find faith
these lost opportunities are not your post-critical event
of loss, decay, absence, inevitable physical and mental defeat.

[I don’t even have faith that anyone will think that day
has come even one day too soon.
Nor would I care to invest in such an unwise faith.]

Or,
in the face of this inevitable termination of Ego’s mindbody story,
do you,
as unfolding conscious memory-string of continuous information,
transform into your nutritionally reiterating responses and contributions
reverberating within EarthTribe’s ReGeneration Story?

Is your Ego expanding out toward Earth’s Story?
pregnant pregenetic, nearly timeless Creation Story,
out and yet deeply into this Elder (0)Riginal Intent.

Is Ego now transliterating self-perpetuating Yang with CoArising Yin
deep synergetic dipolar health immersion
within true wavilinear c-squared fractal-octave light frequencies,
seeking thermodynamic revolving
co-arising dualdark
notnot universal
emerging Prime Therapeutic Power Relationship Ego/Ecosmology.

Body memory transforming within ecopolitical truths of post-taoist beauty,
remembering—revolving—rewinding—reweaving
ecologic of Ego/Eco balancing
embryonic bicameral
dipolar cognitive/affective neural emergence
Positive/Positive balancing doublebound negative ecological (0)-soul language
values and norm functions of PermaCultural Design Zones
and dialectical linguistic strings,
some with verbal strains,
4 SpaceTime prime seasonal dimensioned
(0) CommonsCentered DNA/RNA code—syntax
healthy reverse development instructions
for normative natural/spiritual
mind/body elational resonant resolutions
giving oneself birth into this body’s time
as giving ourselves freedom
for time’s codependent love of light ourselves.

[My self-image emerges rather far toward the depressive side
of love as ecoconscious light myselves.
Oh, wait, maybe that connection between agape as Basic Attendance,
understory of all those relational dramas, and nonrelational boredoms,
and fears,
and angers,
and….]

Memories,
knowledge,
thoughts,
comprehension,
dissonance and dismay,
feelings of elation and relation,
anticipation,
innocence,
ignorance,
love and hate,
anger and fear,
all Ego’s products,
as Ego, in turn, is produced
by unfolding DNA instructions
within a nurturing DNA-developed warm embryonic womb
living in this specific time
within Earth’s evolution of continuing ecosystemic health-consciousness.

[Oh, I get it, health as therapy-consciousness.
Puts a postmillennial twist on post-doctoral medicinal sciences.
Kind of self-serving, though,
unless all humane-nature is for ecotherapeutic vocations,
in dying as in living,
in living as optimally visible through mortality’s timeless lens.]

What we inherited from Elder wombs of Time’s incarnation
is what Ego becomes
to cherish as responsible authority
rooted within teleologically exegetical historic evidence
unveiling regenerative evolutions as cooperative nested-networks,
and to let go free as a last pay-it-forward gift
to nurture future healthy regenerations of time
bilaterally echoing
fractal-polypathic light,
(0)-TaoWombTime.

[Why do I feel like I could use a bath
more than a cigarette?]

Time,
dualdark
deepdense Ego-Ecohypnotic co-elational learning bright,
white octaving night,
protons merging eco-lateral binomial electronically issuing waves
as Yes! reweaves notnot
yinyin
WinWin embryonic-yet.

[I’m wondering if there is something in Taoist water
that regenerates this wu wei balance
spinning through my bicamerally revolving mind
as body?]

Could you become as curious about other’s Ego development stories
as you have obsessed about your own?

[Wait a minute,
when did I give you the OK to label me as self-obsessed?
Or maybe the balance point here
invites comparisons between obsessive curiosities,
in which case
perhaps my own Ego health constant revival
does indeed lie most mortally on my failing mind.]

If so,
please note differences
but memorize Earth’s natural systemic similarities,
especially about what we all want our end to say
one day
about capacities for love and peace,
about gradually subsiding incapacities of anger about Ego losses
and fear of future Earth as sacred compost,
transubstantiated post-climatic residency.

Namaste.

[Namaste.
Oh wait,
was I supposed to write that out loud?]

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Death’s Double Boundaries

I would ask Earth to not so relentlessly unwrap Her timeless dark veil.
Yet what risk of depressing our healthiest outcomes
should wishes always incarnate
restless religious and political empire-building dreams
of anthro-omnipotence?

Why could mortal incarnation
not emerge from immortal timeless Elders
like infancy coarising through final notes
of pregnant requiems,
like Earth regenerate born
of degenerating Sun’s warm embryonic womb.

I would ask timeless passage from this fertile time
unfolding between my history
and EarthTribe’s future therapeutic cooperators,
logistical statements following ecological principles
as variables are notnot constantly
internally stretching toward ecosystemic nature/spirit balance.

I had feared Earth might not so flirtatiously unwrap
Her dualdark coarising veil of Time’s great revolutions
within each Ego,
within each species,
within each Space,
time binomially unfolding
dipolar boundary issues
pointing their wu wei toward more resonant resolutions of eco-abundant life
as ego-absent death.

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Finals

If I had one last hour with you
would I be able and willing to speak?

What could we say or sing again?
Or perhaps something hidden from view until now,
our final hour,
otherwise left unsaid.

Would words get in our way?
We might compose a final anthem,
torch song,
jazz impovisation
dispelling my decomposition story.

Could you put me down
like a cherished family dog?
On my side
you behind
my head on your shoulder
listening to us breathe our goodbye,
drifting into a more timeless embrace.

What final words might I wish to hear
or might words feel too distracting
for this sacred task,
to fill one final hour,
squeeze out all unfinished agendas
before this final curtain.

I fear I would have no more clue
of what to say and do
my last hour
than I did not my first.
A final wail
to bookend my first noisy gasp for breath.

It seems less surprising now
that I so often feel a loss of words
when relationships become compressed by time,
or even imagined as our time’s last hurrah.
Why would this last hour differ
from first and all self constraining hours between?

Final words and lives despise predestined mortality,
knowing Trees of Life predict Death Root Systems,
sitting and standing
and even lying down
bowing in to end
what we wondrously begin again.

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The Driving License

Which are your points for living
if we all die into cold leaky stink or ash anyway?
What’s the point of dying
if we could otherwise live continuously?

Heading down the river
on AAA rite of ritual passage.
Six years since last I drove this way
not imagining this homing ritual
to drive again
with automating locamoting license
to ambulate for six more years
of what are my points for living thru
we all die anyway.

Last time I stood in line
to buy my laminated aging image
of ego’s self-chauffeur,
family van driver
complete with wheelchairs
and alternatively designed adult strollers
strolling on toward sixty-four,
I was so sure fifty-eight
must be my last point of dying
to live no more than five more.

I was deadly tired of fighting
every air-born disaster.
My brilliant friends of young adulthood,
generation of young Aquarian post-anger management potential,
all gone.
Whether their hearts still beat for more time
and we yet breathe Earth’s air together,
or whether everless time
to laugh thru our points of dying
into otherwise life’s discontinuous absence.

Alone we stand in that last license line
another anonymous generation
of those who will not rejoin our transmillennial lines,
wondering at this climatic mystery
of ever-vanishing life cycles,
after the last grandparent’s child dies
siblings and cousins look about
furtively at each other,
over our shoulders,
take him, not me;
take me, not her,
waiting our turn to turn into pillars of dying salt.
We’re next.

Or, is there another chapter,
postscript of revolutionary eco-warrior proportion,
EarthTribe SuperLiving Hero?
I wonder as I wait
to review my new ancient-streaming vision,
remembering when my brother turned toward sixty-four
remembering this was our male year
of dying dad standing alone in his last license line.
He did not see sixty-five,
year of full socially retiring commodification
for those uniting states
of freedom’s mythic evolutionary becoming,
reverse cultural face
of mutual enslavement
to cannibalistic ownership of minds
with humane-spirited bodies;
gardeners of social justice health
confused about where we lost our points thru living
as if dying to automating ego-ugly licenses,
carbon footprint excesses wiped on the backs of servitude,
hubris for yet more lines
with already too much space between;
I sleep amazed with wonders of dying points
toward life’s more optimal unfolding,
readers writing more published nutritional words
than writers could ever possibly live wisely enough to read
with deep digestive wisdom.

I see a frail thinner sinner,
this new, still embryonically warm, face of Elder,
farming memories of HIV doctors
and earthy nurses
surprised about my winning age
as oldest survivor on their list
not yet deleted,
pointing to my living
as iconic of divinely graceful dying,
living thru and yet beyond my own AIDS EcoWarrior time,
beneficiary of unfathomable loss
of brilliant firey minds
with anciently plagued bodies,
Positive viral incubators
of Lose-to-Lose biochemistry,
anti-synergetic loss of life
thru ugly dis-eased dying
thru dark self-engagement
unto demise…

Driving back upriver,
against regeneration’s need for fertile tides,
I wonder what I could fade into at seventy.
Would my automated license issue vaporous ghosts?
Or perhaps a host of memories
not imagined when sixty-four
raised so many points for dying
thru living poured out
warm embers lighting faces of love
along my way upriver
toward homes with mysteriously functional,
puzzlingly polycultural, families
surrounded by EarthTribe cousins
living and dying interdependently,
like trees shedding seeds
pointing toward next line’s regenesis.

Which are my points for living,
those times I am dying to repeat?
What is my pointed dying
thru life’s relicensed visits?
Arriving back in EarthTribe’s Home

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Earth’s Final Revolutionary Answer

A society
culture
religion
humane species
forgetting,
or more likely under-valuing,
how to regeneratively suffer loss
may never have learned to face our universal fear of death
as a badge of permaculturing respect,
dignity through suffering sacred absence
where once we knew nondual co-arising relational life
together incarnate.

In response to loss of love’s opportunity for further cultivation,
incarnation of life’s positives and double-negative equivalencies
of loss to lose ego death’s ubiquitous omnipotence,
we could reverse our Interior and Exterior Climate feedback loops,
turn down our YangLeft competition
another half a notnot notch,
where loss to EgoDeath equals WinWin
for society
for internal and external cultural climates
for reconnecting timeless Earth’s revolving tribal love
to death’s dualdark TransParent BiLateral CoGravitational Primal Time
of EcoConsciousness
as SelfAwareness of Light’s CoArising NonDual ReVolution.

An absence of integrative dignified death culture,
mourning process for love’s loss,
reflects a lack of humor
for Earth’s lively lovely enculturation
of regenerative health and beauty,
goodness,
Tao (0)-Balanced Left/Rightness,
where Tao begets co-gravitating dualdark exformation,
dipolar light = CommonsSquared = PrimeEulerianUnitarian-Integral Function.

Failure to celebrate life
emerging as light’s co-investment in love,
merging normatively equivalent to denying death’s dark ultimatum,
represses light’s co-arising dualdark CoPresence.

Ego,
each AnthroNature,
emerges bicamerally embryonic from warm-heated light,
as each SuperEco/Ego
each Earth(0)-Balanced DNA/RNA fueled cell
speaking intergenerational fertility,
memories of eternally timeless love unfolding,
folding,
refolding climates
toward prefolding Post-BiCameral Earth (0)-centric DiPolar
HumanConsciousness.

Each Ego loss
a sacred loss from Earth’s pay-it-forward evolutionary economy;
each Earth gain
a win for confluent cooperative EarthTribe future love,
healthier global culture
sharing a natural-religious sensory awareness
of ironic double-negative nondual WinWin humor,
ProGenitors joining our DNA-designed celebration of life
as notnot death’s grand eulogy
for Internal/External Climate TaoBalance.

We each live on in loving light
or not so much,
depending somewhat on the dignity we hold
for each other’s natural right to live and die gracefully,
with freedom
with gratitude for this climatic great transition,
toward our cooperative beloved climaxing
(0)Mega Point.

Cultural wounds of enslaving others
stretch a profound investment in basic integrity
of nature’s evolutionary intent,
feeds on evolution as competitive survival of the mightiest wealth,
rather than revolutionary health as cooperative thrival
of our self-optimizing EarthBalanced PostMillennial ReGeneration.

Springing strong-rooted sense of cooperative humor,
co-arising nondually throughout each love-filled feisty day and embracing night
of generation’s future
living toward climatic religioning conscientific balance
of Tao’s bilateral bicameral Time,
in which incarnation explicates restraint on Ego’s imagined freedoms
of ownership and power
as disincarnation implicates freedom of Earth’s diastatic,
nutritiously universal EcoConsciousness
of co-arising, co-present light
revolving day into dualdark night
of Queen Shabbat
as GrandMother Moon’s warm polycultural light.

It is this dream of death
inviting future’s incarnate life,
regenerating Earth’s Tribal Balance,
that understories each moment’s daytime active life,
backdrop aria
bookending love’s grand climatic opera;
ReGeneration Story.

What our global political and economic climate could most invest,
in this PostMillennial Moment,
is integral religious sense of Allah’s zen-scientific humor,
and lack of terrifying intent.

May truth in each repose
bring eternally diastatic bliss,
evolving rich nutrition
for future smiling contented
political and economic peace
with justice for this replete Universal PolyCulture,
EarthTribal ReGenerations,
Internal as External (0)Soul ReIncarnations of Time’s Eternal Light;
Active Love
CoOperative DiPolar CoArising Networks
of DualDark DiaStatic Potentiality
(O)Virginal WinWin EcoLogical Integrity’s Intent.

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Dark Bears : Buzzing RedLight Bees

Honey Bear,
I would like to say goodbye
and would appreciate your reply.

Where are you going?

I am going to sing farewell
before my minute hand wears out.

Already,
yet I hoped you might first learn
to dance hello.

Yes, so I too presumed,
yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight
dancing hello toward Earth’s light
follows learning to sing night’s lullaby
enduring dusks darkening evaporation
of bright transparent regeneration.

I would like to sing farewell
not sure whether we will ever find time
for another healthy hello,
good mourning death’s surprising pass
right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies
of BusinessAsUsual love.

Just once before either of us further dies
and lies within Earth’s sacred skin,
I would like us to learn to sing farewell
to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration,
multicolored disincarnation,
wildflower struggling together dissonance
within Earth’s MultiTribal Solidarity.

With this pearl of our shared memory
how much brighter next time’s dawn.

Better than whole wheat pancakes
with strawberries
and butter
and maple syrup springs
of wildflower birdsong?

Breaking night time’s fast
with love’s echoing farewell lullaby
warming daylight’s first embryonic memory,
spreading farewell liturgies
like warm butter
throughout love’s remembering twilight day.

You would have your farewell pearl
with breakfast too.

I would sing farewell
not knowing we will have another day
to dance our hellos of gratitude
for love syrup warmly given
exchanged
transforming sacred memories
of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within,
dancing and singing tender humored
and raving raven memories
fading back to our first eyes greeting.

You were redhead magnificent
and bright as nuclear light,
yet not sure you had enough to share
with all my dark bear ways.

And you still growl your raw reviews
about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours
and cubs who have never learned to dance
a dignified hello
much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby,
softly fading into some other household’s light
of their own healthy making.

Stars have never sung the same
since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes.

Moon heart glows full color harmonics
to know your quiet delight,
teasing might,
sharing your monopoly of wild investments
in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured kinda’ light.
Too seldom has sailed
our full octave light and dualdark racing pilgrimage
through transgenerational childhood brights and fights,
embracing dawns,
effacing darks together.

Honey Bee,
I love to sing farewell struggling harmony
while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell,
folding to unfold eco-memory flying
YangBear/YinBee soul-honeydancing,
Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.

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Painting Poem Philosophy

Painting is philosophy,
muses as brushes Leonardo
past distinctions of tincture,
motion as redesigning color with light
and dark teleological defeat
at right chaos without left handed complexity
of forms with functional labels,
blending oily paradigms of well-brushed revolving flight.

Painters draw out and through their philosophies of sight
as scientists parse their evolutionary teleologies,
merging emerging meanings for Earth’s life cycling systems,
producing while consuming today,
as language unfolds mythic revolutions within perennial syntax
as logic prime relationally regenerates light’s bilateral co-arising creation story
through ecologically dipolar dialectic paint by nutrient-color development.

Language unfolds time
as painting unveils love of healthy wisdom’s wealth of beauty.

What could any one of us know of death and fear of climatic change
without communicant cultural co-relationship?
And, with what we have painted together
of time’s cooperative bicameral relationships,
what do we already know
without death and fear of climatically competing change
at global through local ego scales
of full-blooming wisdom-loving colors and shapes,
forms with healthy functions,
frequencies of revolutionary light
embracing nondual now
painting philosophic syntax?

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My Funny Little Revolution Game

In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player.

Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming.

In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy,
and pathology,
trends and order and political balance/imbalance,
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past Games
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.

Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with eco-reiterating-nested synaptic revolutions
and co-ebbing aptic mutual win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against Other.

Now, in Time’s anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as Other players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
strategic naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as postmillennial anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies of EarthTime.

In our love of eco-winning games
we play sometimes against cooperatively stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with Other natural loving life
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing together.

In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not regeneratively seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially Earth-centric tribe of team players.

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Marching EgoWinds

Note to PostMillennial God of Time:

Your human race exhausts ourselves
and our home
and our extended DNA/RNA family
and our soul-soil
and our blood-water flow of ecotherapeutic life
and our healthy integrative atmosphere.

What was Anger and FearFilled Memory of Heaven
has fallen upon Earth
a venial parasite
with rapacious competitive intent
to absorb the very last drop of hope
out of PreMillennial economic-industrial development
and politically faithless degenerate futures
for PostMillennial divestment
of your sacred cooperative-regenerate Wisdom vestments.

But, your continuously divine intent and practice,
your eco-vocation
to love each moment
born of past
just a bit more elationally,
co-relationally,
than we would without its baggaged past
and yet just a bit less
than its co-arising intent
toward regenerate Heaven on nondual healthy Earth,
Tribes advocating for PostMillennial cooperating networks
more than competing root systems,
global gods and goddesses
of bicameral eco-empathic loving CoPresent Time.

Why does such ecological healthy inclusive love
exhaust your sacred Time’s greatest lovers?
How could such profound integrity
so profoundly isolate
within co-arising and coincidental polypathy,
enculturing voices and divine integrity’s designs?

Information eco-functions in-empathic-telligence
blending bicameral positive evolution of love toward peace,
by struggling and suffering with dualdark angry PreMillennial,
painful birth,
and fear of post-climatic Millennialism,
static ego/anthro/”Earth”encultured death.

PostMillennial Gods and Goddesses of Time’s incarnate body
exhaustively repurpose PreMillennial Tribes of DNA/RNA double-binding EcoMind,
surfing bilaterally primal power of discontinuous enclosing prisons,
closed-set metasystems,
yet wildly suffering flows elational,
positive-midway double-negative in revolutionary scientific retrospect,
evolution branching spaciating time’s eco-birth
through and of and in and by and for each moment
of Ego’s co-messianic post-millennial death
of fear of Time’s co-gravitating absence.

Completely purgative,
your universal smooth-structured metaphysique of lovely synergy,
primal relationship of understoried creation,
between as within each pre- with post-Earth enthymeme,
health loving,
integral intuition
of dipolar dialectic diastatic vocation,
rolling toward hope for cooperating lives
yet terrified to let go
of Ego’s discontinuous
disintegrating
decomposing lively deaths
of co-incarnate Memory,
EcoNorms of God Love,
democratically ubiquitous,
global co-arising equity of faith,
yet solely present-tense accessible,
EcoPresent Diastolic
Becoming/Being
Longing/Belonging TaoTime.

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