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Exit Strategy

To prepare for final cosmic breath
exhaled
echoing first breath
inhaling
waiting to exhale
pausing for Earth’s final soliloquy

To terminate all humane
and inhumane relationships
Commitments
and lack thereof
Obligations
and assets
Risks
and opportunities

To clean up any risks
of disenfranchising anomalies,
coloring too wildly
outside monoculturing lines;
to do no harm
and feel most helpful
for future regenerations

To choose to say goodbye,
farewell
with loving kindness,
warm regard for myself
and kindred Others

To not grasp and cling and hide
due to fear of personal loss;
to embrace sufficient curious courage
even in these last darkening days

To engage in the exit process as deeply
and fully
as I engaged in my birthing process–
neither of which involve my total control
of my most intimate and integral situations;
both of which involve some range of choice-making
sometimes
especially regarding property
and especially NOT regarding interpersonal relationships,
dipolar co-arising
win/lose risk and win/win opportunity,
life as love
in fast and slowing lanes
and recycling seasonal circles

To optimize health,
safety,
joy,
release,
freedom for Self and Others
in this final preparation for Great Transition

To minimize trauma,
stress,
anxiety,
depression,
sadness,
claustrophobia,
stuckness

To let go gracefully
with emotional intelligence

To not get lost
in loss

To warmly embrace
my turn to speak
and sing
and dance
and possibly communicate
has passed

To clear a sacred space
and sufficient time
for Others to listen
more compassionately together
than falling carelessly apart.

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Settling

Settling into love
for a person
for a sacred place
fertile
organic
rich growing space

Easy when felt
obviously
warmly
positively
copassionately
robustly returned

Difficult when mean
selfish
cruel
cold indifference
perpetuates competing
to not further communicate
multi-sensory win/lose
zero-sum rules

Less golden than intending win/win

Unlikely to age gracefully
cooperatively
happily
healthily
safely
steadfastly saving
positive protagonist
panentheistically felt sacred faced
fast-paced race
through insufficient reconnecting time

Settling into fear
against another angry person
against an anxious all-consuming place
threatening deadening space

Easier to be hard
to speak cruel
cold indifference

Forgetting impractical win/win curiosity
possibly both unorthodox and unsafe
cooperative economic co-investments
and politically transparent
vulnerable golden rules
predicting virtuous grow
of win/win co-passionate choice-making
for lose/lose Trauma
unconditional healthy-warm
and positively safe
from win/lose predative
degenerating toward lose/lose harm
for lack of win/win resilient
unconditional warm charm

Settling into love
for each interdependent person
for each polypathic sacred place
fertile recreation
organic speciation
rich growing
our neurosystemic healthy space.

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When We Are Healthy

If we are not,
is this always the opposite of
when we are?

If we are negative,
is this sometimes appositionally
in creative tension with
when we are becoming more positive?

If we are a noticed absence
is this sometimes appositional
to we are not yet perceived?

And is this more oppositional
when we are an unnoticed absence
defying hostile misperceptions
we need never become known
appreciated
positively regarded?

A newly observed absence
merely appositional integrity
waiting curiously aware
we are not yet seen
known
regarded
appreciated
cherished

And yet,
or not
still surviving
where and when
we once together thrived

Or still reviving
why
now and then
Earth once healthy thrived
wealth of positively co-relating
co-empathic
co-regarding not retributively just me
as also
more positively
restoring restorying eco-we

If I am not
merely the opposite
of who we are becoming
together
more than appositionally apart

Reconnecting egos
oppositionally
defiantly unhealthy
unwealthy
indigenously unwise
anthro-supremacist upstarts.

Pestering parents
and teachers,
nurses
and preachers:
If we are not feeling
physically sick,
is this merely the EarthTribal opposite
of when Others are thinking
spiritually ill?

Plotting, may not be planning
designing, may not be re-creating
maligning, feels disaligning
threatening, couldn’t be encouraging
aggressing, feels spectacularly unkind
regressing, not impressive
dissociating, cause for not reassociating
divesting, feels like lack of co-investment
excommunicating, simply not communicating
colonizing, sounds like a malignant tumor rumor
punishing, seldom is rewarded with compassion
traumatizing, encourages self-stigmatizing
marginalizing, chronic traumatizing
terrorizing, critical traumatizing events

Wandering
wondering if we are anthro-healthy,
is this always the opposite of
when we are feeling EarthTribe uneased?

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Another Storm

Another storm threatens to come in,
feeling my responsibility
for uncaring
and unresponsive history

Fearing you
more than loving us

Setting out your pails
and plastic tubs
to catch cold
and dreary drips

Impaled remembering
past wet enemies
becoming darker spots
as moisture threatens,
building mold untold
as yet
by angry lips

Dripping windowed frames
and ceiling fixtures
of your felt losses
not equally carried
by more comforted me
opaque with tender crosses

Buried
in how lonely
love can feel
hidden in Earth’s evolving top,
improbable to see

Our together threatening
leaky roof may drown,
which you would have fixed
some months ago,
if you could do so
on your own.

This storm pauses
and brighter rays suggest
a sun still shining
behind dark uncivil distress

Clouds could uncover
our disassociation,
poor and hovering
coveting a sun-drenched nation

Calculating our cost in cash,
but not in minds and bodies
to stop stormy smothers
of inside raining
draining issues,
deep core tissues
thundering crash

Warning we must get this done
before another wild wet storm
fearing you
more than loving us,
undone

Darker clouds build to leak again
while I explain why
you still can’t trust me
to invest in unstormed peace

A contenting roof
unconditionally done

So all EarthTribe
can safely put away our pails
and nails,
defensive weapons,
buckets,
overflowing pans
and spans of climate panic

Now rumbling receding thunder
of fearing you
more than loving us

Turns toward replacing damaged health,
repriming stains repainting wealth
of more warmly wild respect
while together musing
about who is bare surviving
and is not thriving
with what prestorming care,

Remembering who is dry
and fair
and prosperous
and why
we fear this tragic storm
more than loving weathered warm.

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Cantos of Communion

All relationships
steadfast monotheistic
become stagnant hate

And change becomes
rightly and left weighed
swayed animation
accelerated
and delayed
panentheistic.

Yet we are not entirely changed
from our first health wealthy estate,
transubstantiating positive
by our changed circumference
our becoming does dilate
and integrate,
regenerate

And, returning to our selves
at co-related length
and width
and depth again
each day through night

Do awake
to working play
our cooperative perfection
as if by compassion’s fate

Inward,
outward
undulate.

Note: Inspired by, and respoken with gratitude becoming, Spenser’s “Cantos of Mutabilitie”

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Witnesses to Earth’s Wedding

We
richly green mountains
of germinating
Jeremiah prophetic strength

Before we formed you
in our valleyed womb,
we knew you

Before you came to life
rebirthed
we consecrated your humane species

We witness your
polycultured prophecy
to Earth’s linguistic continents

We transubstantiate
and thereby bless
this sacred grace
taking late summer’s place
in cooperative ecofeminist space

Beyond merely humane reflections
back upon our ancient organic roots
and verdant face

Resisting degreening States
of monocultural disgrace,

Restoring humane humility
before and after
our primal longing
for deeply resonant
resilient co-gravitation

Stronging for a safe
and healthy
Holy Pinnacled
panentheistic race
toward our more therapeutic
rivered valleys

Away from terrifying
mountainous
overwhelming
disenchanted layered stacks
of inhumane trauma,
undivine disgrace.

We witness
this polyculturing faith
in lucid
limned Lucian integrity
undisplaced

Harboring this grass mowed meadow
in-between luminous
latticed fertile mountains
interpenetrating sensory valleys
flowing out
down deep
root systems,
family networks,
Earthly primal grace

Longing to complete
what Father Sun’s enlightenment
celebrates

Witnessing MotherEarth’s
richly responsible respect
uneffaced

ConCelebrating Earth’s matrimonial majesty
co-habitating late summer’s holy
co-empathic witness
of eternal
sacramental weddings

Formed in mountainous wombs
passionately repurposed
played and danced
sung through spoken words
wedding webbed time
unreplaced
in sacred witness space.

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Risky Opportunity

Viral rabidity
dark depression closes in
egocentric
and economic
claustrophobic feelings
against overpopulated sick inhumanity,
competing ravenous clans
overwhelming individual rights
opportunities
health
autonomously-held capital wealth.

And then violently
politically explodes
internally devouring,
pregnancy rates collapsing,
eating
and extracting
and divesting,
abusing and neglecting
our young
and old,
disabled
and vulnerably weak.

Global climate health crises
close in ego-sequestration
rumination
recusing ourselves from communication,
away from cooperative investment,
sharing touch and breath,
remembering what makes our hearts race
and slowly grow too quiet

And then non-violently explode
restoring peace of ease,
setting aside retributive justice against disease
as a secondary effect
of ecological healthy relationships
predicting unprecedented theological wealthy compassion
for Earth’s global interdependent analogical climates
optimizing resilient organic wealth
of Earth’s most resonant health.

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Political Variations on a HealthTheme

Children are Fundamentalists

Children are literalists,
fundamentalists.

When they hear
“You’re filthy and you stink!”
the younger they are,
the less likely to hear as a mature adult might,
“You have a sour smell on you.
Please go bathe,
and use some soap and shampoo,
and you might want to think about some conditioner
and body lotion
while you’re in there
taking care of your lovely and beloved self.”

Early language and experiential learners,
younger students of what this culture,
and this particular relationship,
is about right now,
interpreters of newer lines of eisegetical experience,
newer exegetes of communication’s more recent transactions,
begin with fundamental heuristics,
and expand out more ecologically and analogically from that root.

So,
should a parent,
or some other powerful political and/or economic figure
in any younger and significantly less powerful life,
were to rant and rave about my stinky marginal self,
as a child I would hear this as a foul-soiled Ego identity.
Not necessarily something that could be easily remedied with a soapy bath.

We begin as fundamentalists,
in which stinky mindbody pathology issues
delivered with ballistic verbal aggression
root more deeply into our self-identity,
to help us discover how we must be,
steeped in negativity, pathology.

The opposite of all the above
could lead to reduced cognitive-affective dissonance,
and a more Positive Psychology,
a more cooperative political economy of proactive self and other communication
as polycultural
multicultural
interdependent
synergetic
integral
unitarian
coarising
co-gravitating
WinWin exegetical enculturation

Rather than more competitive fundamentalist
Lose the Stinky Loser!

Capacity to sustain mature loving communication
expands through longer sustained primary political and economic relationships.

These primal communicative transactions
favor finding our co-empathic balance,
where my image of how you are feeling,
my predictions of how you will feel and think
when I do and say as I prefer right now,
matters not more than my own ego’s thoughts and feelings,
but not less either.

Rather, political and economic cooperative relationships
evolve positively across time’s revolving moments,
actively sending and stretching toward our mutually co-arising confluence
(“contentment” for students of Laotse)
to live within this relationship
within each moment of time
within this Basic Attendance sweet spot as much as possible,
and to learn how to co-adjust,
how to communicate with bilaterally cooperative political mind
and economic body balance
to co-host our future Beloved Communication,
spinning away from climatic crises
yet embracing their opportunities for deeply fundamental learning,
gaining more mature, healthier, co-arising polycultural capacity for love.
Norwood, Pascal, and Pronoia v Political Pathology

Robin Norwood brings evidence that too much active love
invested where not appreciated,
so perhaps divested of appropriate communication,
can grow beyond ego’s capacity to sustain healthy
self-nurturing curiosity, active hope and faith in self identity
as good and loving and healthy person,
causing chronic,
occasionally critical,
mindbody disease.

Yet, Poet Pascal,
“When one does not love too much,
one does not love enough.”

Perhaps Pascal does not know sustained investment in active love
without at least occasional appreciation of love in return.
Perhaps this critical and chronic disease
of too much comparatively given
and not received
and returned positive intention despite not received
is more about active faith than reiteratively healthy love.

Abundantly reiterative love
grows crippled through non-investment in faith
in basic ego’s healthy attendance,
in basic anthro’s healthy co-attendance to Earth’s exegetically syntaxed nature,
active hope roots and delivers through past mutually co-gravitational
co-arising investments in time’s universally healthy love
regeneration, fundamentally exegetical
and ecologically eisegetical
co-arising through (0) sum political balance,
as positive co-lateral enthymematic intent.
Shout out (but not too loud or soft)
to Rob Brezsyn
“Pronoia is the Antidote for Paranoia”
for pointing to this Norwood-Pascal paradox,
dipolar appositions of creative political stress
through cognitive dissonance.
Bucky Fuller’s Bilateral Existentialism

Experience,
consciousness of experience
when remembered
emerges thru DNA/RNA encoding memory restrictions, strictures,
notnot structures,
appositional associations between

metaphysical ecosystemic minds
CO-ARISING
physical biosystemic bodies.

Experience co-arises positively and cooperatively through evolutionary hope
of further enthymematic co-gravitation,
notnot, dust to dust of dipolar complexity
appositioned with Positive to Positive,
WinBioEgo + WinEco

Ego – Eco
in Fullerian iconography
Plan B + Plan A
organic + systemic co-intelligence of DNA,
RNA,
Embryonic Seedship Earth
as Solar-Powered Health v. Pathology Intelligent Design
Designed
Co-Designing Past thru Future BiLateral Time.

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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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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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