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Spiritual Developments

Erik Erikson
described U.S. culture
as stuck in adolescence,
and a more feminist Erika Fromm,
or Erik Erikson,
might have added
Nationalistically stuck in patriarchal adolescence.

Yet in the normal course of biological events,
and spiritual evolutions,
each life,
individual and cultural,
unfolds a rudder.

Each rudder has a Tipping Point,
acting like a pre-deductive
adolescent-curious
rudder,
manipulated by a health-intending navigator,
like the pre-ramp lip
on a wheelchair ramp,
inviting a more cooperative initial push
or final descent
in helpful on and off directions,
left and right,
up and down,
in and out,
back and forth,
Yang ecological economic maturity
with Yintegrative adolescent revolutionary politics,
nondual faces of one co-directing intention
toward recognizing limitations
and liabilities
of competitive adolescent behaviors
too patriarchal LeftBrain dominant for fully mature unfolding,
while also appreciating more cooperatively slow
and steadier
eco-flowing assertions
to politically co-enfranchise matriarchal RightBrain
integrity of improved developments
of and for Tipping Point maturation.

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Inside Outdoor Voices

Just as honesty plants seeds of integrity
so too
vulnerability plants seeds of honesty.

My primary vocation
in this my gay grandfatherly retiring age
is to parent mindbody challenged adolescents
of diverse colors
as ecotherapeutically as possible
to optimize their and our wealth
of health,
growing nutritional elements and moments
into humanely co-operative organisms
with good days
more than bad.

More or less like watering the flowers
and ignoring the weeds,
or, better yet,
repurposing the weeds,
redirecting their potential energy
in a more nutritiously nurturing way.

My kids not only are vulnerable,
they know they are vulnerable,
and this tends to make them exceedingly honest
with themselves
with me
with each other
about what is funny and what is tragedy.

They are easy to parent
in this way.
Yet this same vulnerability
is their greatest risk
in a too often competitive,
and mindless of other’s special needs,
world.

We communicate connected to the feeling level,
even while learning the ABCs,
the 1 through 100 percents of good and bad numbers
and proportions and balance and symmetry,
the drawing of self-portraits,
homes,
Earth and Her Sun.

Often these inside feeling voices
do not feel well enough to care about the ABC’s,
or even the needs of those we need to love
and to love us,
to be as lovely with as possible.
Inside feeling voices
become loud and angry and hurt outside voices.

I noticed this the other day
when old family friends dropped by.
Not quite as old as I
and therefore much less retired
from life’s exterior competitions.

When we had time to visit several times per week,
we often began together
checking in about how our inside voices were feeling today,
happy or sad,
depressed or triumphant,
and usually some more richly nuanced place between.

Then we would turn to our big outdoor voices.
What we were working and playing on and with
in our back and front and side-yards,
the gardens and woodlands of our productive nutritional lives,
how the pets and pests
and domestic egg-layers were feeling,
and why
and why not.

These two voices generally resonated with each other.
What we were working on with Outdoor Voices
said something about nutrition and health we were working on
as individuals
as a family
with our Inside Voices,
and vice versa.

Only then,
if there was nothing else to do,
no further outdoor recreations
and discernment projects,
would we return to more
yet less intimate and vulnerable
Indoor Voices.
Work and play projects in perpetual interior process.
The noticing of more ornamental acquisitions
like ceiling and wall and floor coverings,
safer boundaries
about what we could see together
through all those more interior feelings
and thoughts about relationships,
past and future and present interactions,
transactions of value and disvalue,
warmth and cooler apathy.

I remembered this yesterday
when old friends,
no longer neighbors, revisited
and we began with new floor and ceiling coverings
and ended with farewell.
They arrive so late
it is already past time to be back home
to get ready for another Indoor Voices
monotonous
monoculturing day.

Which, this morning,
results in feeling blessed
to be here in this time and place
to listen and speak at our leisure
with my vulnerable no-boundary kids,
outrageously honest about their nutritional needs
and wants,
speaking with full volume integrity
in both Inside Outdoor Voices,
health
meets and greets and eventually defeats
pathology,
through honest integrity
of repurposing redirection,
feeding the flowers
and noticing how funny the weedy Outdoor Voices
sound indoors
feeling our way through the ABCs
and the 1 through 100% flowering days
and mean weedy nights.

I’m surprised and disappointed
my former neighbors didn’t notice all the new fruit trees
and berry bushes
poppies and lilies
strawberries and tomatoes
onions and garlic
asparagus and rhubarb,
and 17 new solar panels on the roof!

My kids could care less
and probably never more
what our old friends did
and did not
notice,
other than their own Voices
vulnerably maturing into integrity,
I hope.

Still,
I’m glad they noticed,
because the liked,
the new floor and ceiling covers.

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UnHoly Punishments

“God punishes us for what we can’t imagine.”
Stephen King

What we can’t imagine
is what we won’t imagine
for lack of polypathic priority,
for too much fullness of rotting exegetical Promise.

What I won’t imagine
becomes what I would never choose to invest in,
to nurture,
both filled with fear
of self-emptying prophecy
and overflowing with love
for Earth’s fulfilling potentiality;
robust
resilient with or without us
regenerate
opposite of delineating pathology
through superego’s anthro-absence.

We evolve healthy wealth becomings
truncated by static nonverbal then verbal …isms,
unimaginably ebbing and flowing
what we have not yet hypostatically imagined dynamic,
ergodically patterned,
bionically rhythmed
creolically rocked
and matriarchal understory schism-rolled
rewards of and for Earth’s echo imagining bicamerality,
sacred nondual ecology.

God’s punishment
is for what we won’t imagine,
multiculturally polypathic together.

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MultiCulturally PolyPathic Design

Active Hope principles and policies
and ego/eco-planning procedures
deep learn how to transform monocultural ecopolitics
through Permacultural Design and SubClimate Development
of multiculturally ecological climaxes,
diastatically Active Love
of truth in beauty polycultures,
planting and harvesting future ecstatic climate regenerators.

If Active Hope is LeftBrained Yang,
then Active Faith is Elder Matriarchal RightBrained Yin,
symbiotically Active Loving TaoTime
of Earth climate revolutions.

Active Matriarchal Hope
is the appositional tipping point
struggling with, but not against,
Condemning Patriarchal Hate,
as polyculturally rich intent
to monocultural competing health-insurance
as ecopolitically nationalistic normal practice.

We belong to both,
as did our ReGenerating cooperative, sometimes competing, Elders,
but would prefer more of Mother Earth’s Wisdom
and somewhat less of Father Sun’s over-zealous climates
of terrorizing Earth-Raping devastation.

Active Hope,
PermaCultural Intelligent PolyPathic-PolyNomial Design,
to become regeneratively fair and even-handed,
more about facilitating nutritional matriotic
to absorb all that pre-millennial national patriotic
LeftBrain dominant, States of devolving nihilism
where deductive-only counts
with accurate (0)-soul Zen-Tao interest
in EarthJustice Climates of ReGenerating Health.

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Blue Bloods of LovePower

You.
Reading this.
Right now.
Proof you have descended
from an unbroken powerful line
of politically and economically successful
Elders.

If we define “powerful Elder”
as those who have had political and economic authority over another,
responsibility for at least one or more dependents.

So, with this definition,
parents become political and economic leaders
with mentoring authority and requisite responsibilities
to listen for our healthiest-available nutrients,
to derive our loveliest “doing the best s/he can,
bless her heart” summary revues,
leaving the devils in the details unjudged,
respected as life happens,
especially when you bother to show up,
politically and economically nurturing
those who are to follow your co-mentoring path.

Whether you have had these leadership powers
of economic authority with political responsibility
for healthy socio-economic outcomes,
not just do what I say,
but do as I do,
do as we do, together,
that kind of committed listening love
and authority
and responsibility,
in this incarnation, or not,

you,
reading this
and all others who have read
and will read it,
and this one writing these thoughts with fertile intent,
we all come from a mutually-held unbroken heritage
of political and economic PowerElders.

We each had a birthmother who had a mother
with nurturing embryonic authority
at least during her time of DNA-scripted biosystemic development,
speaking exegetically through natural systemic co-arising dialects,
primally etched in eco-political PowerElders past,
dipolar balanced lineage,
transregenerational power authorities,
transgenderal love responders, absorbers, consumers
transmutational agapic synergists,
transcultural evolutionaries,
co-incarnators of Earth’s SpaceTime Origin Story.

As children and peers and/or parents of ecopolitical leaders,
what do we plan to do,
to co-mentor,
to plan not to do
between this now and when we could theoretically die out,
for lack of willing leaders co-learning shared intelligence.

CoOperator’s Contractual Vows of Loving Synergy,
echoing through premillennial weddings:

I will continue loving to learn about you,
and from you.

I will continue creating our unique mutual regard for each other.

I will continue developing, emerging, with you.

I will always want to grow and die with you;
but I will avoid pushing agendas to grow and die for you,
but not for me too.

I will always stretch my comfort zone half way
toward your equally outstretching comfort zone.

I will do my very best
to always be aware
we are in and of this together,
and we are doing the best we can
with whom we are right now.

I will continue to communicate as truthfully,
nutritionally,
gracefully,
richly and deeply,
clearly and wisely,
mindfully yet with good humor—
absence of malignant bad faith,
as possible
in the words I choose
in the way I deliver them
in the way I live
and in the way I deliver my life
into your life.

I am grateful that my Elders are your Elders,
and yours ours;
for this most-treasured hope of mutually regenerative memories
and language,
paid forward, co-redeeming, gifts of health enriching culture.

All our generations of evolving species wait within each humane heart and mind,
lurking shadows within feelings and language,
music and narrative,
hunting and gathering multicultural communication,
nutrition,
formation,
vocation as self-perpetuating poli-economic value functions
of healthy Earth evolution,
root systemic for community building,
development,
maturation,
regenerative balance listening for social eco-communications
inviting health,
divesting of Win to Lose next generation pathology
by investing as Win to Win PowerElders
mentoring Young regenerational ecologists,
poet warriors of peaceful love
absorbing angry pasts
predicting future ancient fears,
all engaging together here as PowerElder now
deep learning our diversely similar Creation Stories.

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Virgin Soils

According to Truth As Beauty EarthOccupier Rob Brezsny,
the original intent of “virgin”
unfolds as “complete unto herself.”

And so it is,
I pray and primally celebrate
waking into each of Earth’s days
a virgin,
once again.

Holonically complete,
one of Earth’s human language seeds,
bowing to north as notnot south,
east as not yet completely Western red sky dominated
by fears and angry climatic stressors,
both internally complete
and externally consuming and producing
ecstasies of Earth’s great transitional epic intercourse,
including, yet not monoculturally monopolized,
culturally hypnotized
by and with humane transliterations of organic transubstantiations,
polypaths toward holy polymorphic symbiosis,
erotic lover days toward night
greeting perpetual virgins
of Earth’s deep learning erotic incarnations
growing into full post-millennial maturity.

Then decomposing to rejoin Earth’s virgin soul,
revolving Time’s fully active EcoOccupation,
complete unto Herself.

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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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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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Designing Healthy Learning Cultures

Permaculture design
is also Self-Other-Earth regenerative development,
with both political and economic cooperative functional intent.

We have every reason to co-mentor this regenerative structure
for active love
in each of our landscapes,
each of our relationships,
each of our transactions
investing our natural values
for dynamic eco-synergetic
diastolic-trending outcomes
for each of our moments,
each of our days,
each of our vocations,
each of our lives,
each of Earth’s nested biosystems.

If BusinessAsUsual polycultural health v monocultural pathology
is how we invest most days,
then perhaps PermaCulture Design and Development,
could become more of a regenerative-cooperative Sabbath,
with mutual health and therapy intentions and practices,
liturgies and dances and mystical songs of fire and water,
nutrient streams and healthy flames.

Sabbath Culture usually evolves through silent graceful waters,
noticing and listening and absorbing colors of nutritious light
as deep ecological wealth,
but,
in vast transitional global moments,
Queen Sabbath of PolyCulturing Designs
may also emerge a revolution
of silent karma-regenerating fire,
heating cooperative Bodhisattva economic transformations,
spreading global political flames
of paradigmatic polypathic self-governance transmutation,
seasons of life with eco-normative
cooperative
mutually therapeutic reasons.

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Dancing through Poetic Treasons

Language,
like evolution and poetry,
dynamic verbs,
functioning with co-arising root systems,
nouns for action and reaction,
co-arising preaction Ego-faith perpetuating
reiterative dipolar seasonal-temporal eco-health
regenerative prime relational
DNA-RealTime = RNA-LoveNowCoArising function.

Systems are dynamic ecoverbs,
to function systematically is why “system”
ecosystemologically includes biosystemologic,
polyculturally transregenerated
as fractal-balancing ecological health-systemic,
you know, ionic and iconic dynamic transcripts
of mythic-logical 4D WinWin CoOperative Teleology,
like RNA-Elders,
confluent with us DNA-wanna-play-nice
with Gaia’s Earth Rights of Birth-thru-Death-thru-ReBirth
Optimal ReGenerative CoArising Passage
through Great Transitional Events and Moments,
as well as BusinessAsUsual Evolutionary
slow-growth CoOperativeEconomics.

Culture likes each liveNOW,
both before taken over by anger
and after co-prehending fear of dualdark past
notnot regeneration
kosmic codex health regenerative prime-fractal-formed
Fullerian-bicameral-knotted mindbody
nature becoming nurture-being
ecoself-perpetuating bilateral Time
positive/negative feedback-fold dipolar loop hypothesis,
ongoing through Time’s bilateral co-gravitational
nutrient string
back and forth toward (0) ecoEarthTribe-centric
dialogical political and economic EcoCreation PolyStoried,
global cooperative health and safety language,
ego-nouns for ecobiosystemic balancing verbs,
long for
exegete Yin’s RightLeft Balancing Exegenesis,
generate-elational,
dynamite,
revolution thru great transitions,
as Wisdom muses thru great literature.

As is love, synonymous with synergy, Fullerian-fractal.
Loves, with their hates, are lives
are dynamic Ego-discontinuous verbal ecosystems,
with their own lovely and angry and fearful births and deaths,
their own childhoods,
and adolescent full-bodied spring,
and sometimes mature autumnal wisdom
follows diastolic-dialectic ecologosing younger adulthood
of bicameral polyenculturation,
spreading viral love verbs
far and wide,
now going cooperative networked on-line.

Love functions synergetic-integral-unitarian dynamically,
what beloved longs for
as does belonging recall,
for longing is only able to see
the reverse face of love already nouned,
already known, remembered, labeled,
reconnecting belonging
with exegeting
regenerating viral-vital-vive-live with notnot-live systems of degeneration
dynamites of cooperatively regenerate synergy,
integral integrity absorbing competition’s age of LeftDominant suffering,
unitarian universality of ecovalue
nutrient enriched polycultural guilds of ecotruths,
viral ecocomprehension,
bicamerally balancing ecofunction of life as love renouned.

Poetry,
like evolution of language,
draws in and out dynamic verbs,
functioning with co-arising ecoRNAroot systems,
nouns for action and reaction,
preaction and self-implicating embryo
children of Ancient SunGod-ReGenerative Productive Branch-Yang-Worshipers
thereby feeding all those YinYin
WinWin
notnot double-temporal bound
fornicating feminist RightBrain dominant
forests of eco-neural-fractal root evolutionary-thru-revolutionary
ecosystemic cooperative economic
as political compost-fertile dynamite.

Or, perhaps that was Wisdom Literature.
I reiteratively interchange those paradigms.
I wonder why I am not alone in that,
in here,
as also there,
as now
is also notnot yet politically begun economically,
where my bicameral Left mind ends up
is where our Right-Balanced bilateral BodyElders began,
eco square-rooted
in binomial balanced ego/eco Earth’s RealTime Prime
nutrient value ReGenerating CoArising Integral-Unitarian
Health-Integrity Synergetic Commons,
Polycultural Outcome Integrity.

AnthroMythos creation-story-re-ligions EarthTribal Iconic Logos,
Gaia Goddess of EcoJustice, Rain, Water, Earth, Regenerate Fertility, etc.
we do our poli-economic hoky-poky,
as we turn our Earth-nest around,
upside down,
where BlueHeaven still moon lights GreenEarth
in full double-negative temporal-bilateral fractals
of energetic frequency and healthy compost-function.

Poetry,
like Wisdom Literature,
great nutritional ecotherapeutic reading for insomniacs,
but be careful of which nutrient-choices you make,
whether reading or writing
some are healthier than others.
Polycultural diversity is usually our self-optimizing choice,
more permaculturally tested and researched for full-octave balancing harmony,
full-color witnessed and time regenerated,
loved and metasystemically synergized
as nature rhymes with nurture
and reason rhymes with season
and Bucky rhymes with Lucky
Plan ZeroCentric B/A Resonance.

Revolutionary Dynamics,
like evolution as ego/ecosystemic bilateral balance
of mythic poetic Timing,
logos-muse of CoPresent Diastatic Now,
stepping firmly
in our dance following past and hunting future Earth-nativity.

 

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