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Post-Millennial Parable

Once within our time,

SkyPrince and SunGod  talk,

as usual,

endlessly actually,

sending their radiant messages

out toward mutually gravitating receivers,

no Yins allowed.

SkyPrince wonders if SunGod might consider turning down his heat,

and wanders aloud as Sun burns enlightening minds,

“I’m worried about EarthGoddess,

she seems wilting

and actually melting on her polar caps.”

 

SunGod wishes this were funny,

or wrong,

just a mistake somehow,

maybe her time of this post-millennial period.

“Business As Usual,” echoes SunGod.

“My fire burns her waters into that amazing green-blue skin of hers.

Climate change pathology evolves like wind through your air-brained

SkyPrince head.

Business As Usual!”

 

Meanwhile,

WaterPrincess keeps her primally balancing distance

from SunGod’s overheating reign.

Still,

very still,

too still,

she melts within EarthGoddess.

And, with her Earth’s diverse species

until EarthGoddess’ soil becomes dry as dust.

Her cooperative economic and ecological soul

unravels dishumanic culture,

preparing for her transmutation

into Yin’s cold hibernating cave

of deep ecological nightmares,

galloping full horsepowered,

feverishly racing racism,

to prove we are chickens in our own messy soup

melting together and flying apart.

WaterPrincess weeps and seeps down in to Earth’s Core

overheating compost’s ecotherapeutic heart.

 

SunGod notices WaterPrincess,

too frequently absent from his divine comedy.

“She fails to feel my good humored rays

of wise warm radiance.

This feels more feminist Left than justly Righteous”

glooms SunGod’s manic calculating ways.

He glimpses dissonant doubt

where his regenerative organisms had been competing virgins

to cooperative sex,

much less mutually maximizing economics,

or crystal mirror echoes of ecologic myth and language.

SunGod weeps and wilts his PrincessWater.

 

Earth Goddess succumbs toward SunGod’s redeeming shaded fears.

Her revolutionary octaves fill with pregnant repurpose

and rehabilitating permacultural designs of herstory.

Her justice joys his peaceful recommitment

toward balancing polycultural praxis.

Family ecotherapy wins our enculturing history.

 

YangGod kisses EarthYinGoddess

as Left deductive embraces Right inductive primal balance

as human nature competes to cooperatively regenerate

what nature coincidately incarnates

to sing full octaved Earth Day Opera,

remembering future tales of SunLeft equals EarthRights,

as Earth resolves Sun’s pay-ray-forward gifts,

happily ever after now and here.

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Why life?

Why does dawn dress morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
as Easter morning's redemptive revolution,
another day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover love's light invitation,
synergy's eco-creative comprehensive meaning.
To discover love life sustained 
as vastly interdependent belonging.
To recover synergy's perpetual pilot light,
decomposing fire's burning fuel rate 
and flow toward identity's
nurturing heated health and eternal sight.

Why rehabilitation,
repurposing of people, places,
property, possessions, planet?
Recreation unfolds a coincidentally redemptive event,
dawning/darkening new each moment and day and life and species,
paradigm and meme,
language and information,
conscience and consciousness,
each loving act of mutual gravity's practice.
Therapeutic intent to rehabilitate and repurpose
grows internally nutritious spiritual roots,
externally natural branches,
ecological economics healing cooperative Paradise Lost
within, and without,
comprehensive polymorphic landscapes
of Ego and SuperEcoing Earth's bi-versal systems.

Language both fertilizes and farms.
produces and consumes,
enthymemes and echoes,
grows and harvests 
induces and deduces vision
sight
sound
feelings.
Speech and thought both rehabilitate and repurpose understanding,
comprehensively comprehending co-passionate nutritional con-science.
Linguistic analysis decomposes and recreates cultural memory, imagination, hope and faith,
despairing dreams predicting sintaxing decay,
raping screams restricting life,
universal dark negentropy swallowing Earth's synthetic life of light,
both dissonance and confluence,
double-negatives within positive,
contentiousness within contentedness,
fearing death within loving full climax life,
longing within belonging.

Noticing dipolar relationships,
Ego-yang and SuperEco-yin-yin Earth ships,
enrich polypathic fields of analogical Win-Win evolutionary perception,
growing consciousness of interdependent value paradigms,
love between my weeds and flowers,
brothers and sisters all over this organic farm
of deeply resonant ecologic.

Id-entity rests simply silent
growing confidence in SuperEco's compelling righteous revolution
resonant resolution
swelling discontented longing roots
to regenerate passion's peacefilled leafing NOW.

SuperEco is to Yang/Yin synergetic power
as Id-entity is to Yang/Yin voiceless balance 
listening discernment to and of and in and by natural systems,
as non-violent intent is to recreative peace and ecojustice practice,
as inclusive consciousness grows co-passion's Beloved Community.

Decompositional function of polynomial language 
grows information's reverse hierarchy QByte octaved bicameral systems,
where Right-brain not-not polynomial 
rediscovers binomial spacetime,
waving double-boundaried resolution of eternal time, 
coincidental meeting of infinitely omnipresent past with omnipotent future.
Regenerate function of language creates, 
inspires,
enjoys,
insights,
dawns both ecologically wise and economically (0)-summed co-operation,
fueling Earth's peaceful power with global compassioned justice.
 
SuperEco comprehension both fuels and farms love,
organic ecotherapy for all four seasons,
including advent's winterish purgation,
winnowing Identity's weedy monotonous roots,
composting Earth Tree's rehabilitating spring branches
stretching out with gratitude 
toward Omniscient Eco's radiantly graceful light.

Why regenerate living?
Why not decompose dying?

 

 

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Re-Ligionic Adventure

To remain neutral on our moving train

help me know which way we’re spinning,

how fast,

when we might slow down,

how much,

to sustain polycultured rich neutrality.

 

How do I sleep

while SuperEgo-logic Earth Day

longs and trains for here in now?

 

Stuck in nightmare time too fast,

stride too slow

unable to will-force our faster pace

or slow-growth race,

but both together falling

leaps reopen terrified

reassuring wakefulness,

in sleep I can be you and there

while longing here

belonging both as SuperEgo We.

 

Hey!

Ground of All Being!

Elder cellular horsepower!

Wake up!… Scream!

your ultraviolet pitch

and flow-echo waves,

rebound this Dense Dark Mirror Message:

 

We would be more humane

to dinosaur-whisper amongst ourselves

diversely radiant Golden Ecologics,

empathic SuperEgo

EarthTribe Originating Call:

 

Let our nutrient horsepower free,

flow animate leg-kicking stories,

hibernating through Yinnish Winter’s advent,

to graze through Spring,

and Yang prance Summer’s maturation dance,

to harvest Fallen permaculture compost

winnowing while predicting cooperative apple commodities

luscious pregnant seed:

 

Spring forth to ride and run this SuperEco Train,

Boddhisatva Warriors of EarthTribe Peace!

 

Hey!

Ground of Regenerate Power!

Regravitate our octave prime-color Paradise!

 

Namaste, Balanced Mind.

Active karma empowering

Eternal Diastatic Time

for Climax Global Community

within, as without,

without, as within,

coincidentally converging landscapes

riding SuperEco’s Beloved Peace Train.

 

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Walking Baby’s Journey

Taking baby steps these days,

they hurt less than leaps and bounds.

 

An unusually negative way of saying:

small steps feel more contenting right now,

than larger plans for different memories.

 

What are these larger plans for different memories

you back away from right now?

How might you hang onto this dream

or avoid this nightmare

while continuing with your contented smallish steps?

 

Could you write and story-tell yourself through both messages,

perhaps nesting one within the other,

usually the smaller steps within the larger praxis and storyline

like a personal journal entry,

nested within each Earth Day headline.

 

Of which hopes and dreams is your life iconic,

as it is,

and becomes obvious by simply unweaving your story backward,

back through Earth’s spacetime enculturing history.

How you are different and the same as your grandmother

is the most recent episode in your epic

of how you are different and the same as Grandmother Moon,

is the most recent episode

in the universal epic

of how you are different and the same as  your Elder cousins,

Sun and Earth,

Yang on Yin, yet again,

Fire’s dynamic effect on Water’s self-absorptive evaporation.

 

Let’s Spring those Baby Steps, girl!

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Easter Manna’s Genesis

The one who spots the line

before spotting the bait

is the ultimate winner in life.

Rumi (Maryam Mafi translation)

 

The ones who spot Earth Day’s decomposing line

before spotting Easter morning’s ReGenesis bait

are our mutual messiahs in life.

 

Each dawn reincarnates Earth Day

as Easter morning’s karmic revolution.

 

Eastern minds dream of humane fleeing flying,

too often frying, frogs

while Western brains cooperatively

comprehensively

swim through red sky warnings

regenerating Western red horizons

fading full-moon Yin

to more simply rest in NOW

and dream of mutually mentoring messiahs’

Eastern dawn

of Polycultured Tao,

fractured Frog Princes croaking songs

for long-strung graceful Princess ovations

recreating East-West harmonies

for NorthWinter through SouthSummer

weathering Earth Day Opera.

 

Red sky Earth Days

regenerate

green horizon Easter Genesis.

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EarthTribe Pilgrimage

I am content to walk alone,

but to walk in company with others

adds vigor and passion to the journey.

Rumi

 

Good Taoists,

although I am not sure I actually know any,

define their inclusively subordinate clauses,

and sentences,

and contracts,

and lives,

their eternally and mutually satisfactory gratitude,

alone

apart

camouflage their cooperative ecological praxis

confluent outcomes of cultural scientific research

within human natural systems

analogically synthesizing principles of Earth’s nature,

Her flow and function

Her decay and dysfunction;

like post-millennial PermaCulturalists.

 

But, Persians and Western Cultures

prefer more compassionate vigor in our strut through

this live-system we inherited from Elders past,

comparatively short-sighted about our global future.

 

All children are scientific researchers of balance,

symmetry,

flow and rhythm.

capacity and lack thereof,

sufficiency and synergy,

and lack thereof.

Human children also evolve as recreative artists

of color, shape, paradigms, stories,

rhythms of patterned confluence,

and denigrated dissonance.

 

We can,

Taoist or not,

child or not,

use dissonance to show us our way

toward confluence.

We are each free to survive,

sometimes thrive,

in this Tao way,

within double-boundaries of systemic spacetime

and imagination, rooted in regenetic memory.

 

Imaginations grow intuitively fueled,

empowered,

passioned,

vigorous,

with polysystemic comprehension of Prime Relationship

P=NP, binomial thermodynamic balance,

as +1 = (-)0, binary ecological

and cooperative economic dominant cultural balance,

with inclusive competitive subsidiarity

to optimize Earth Day’s slow-growth atmosphere

as one EarthTribe Community,

both compassionate,

and, hopefully, still content

with being somewhat less alone,

hiding behind all that camouflage.

 

 

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Buddha’s Permaculturing Brain

Can we EarthTribally intuit

confluent therapeutic information frequencies of harmony

averse only toward

Empiric deductive-dissonant Win?-Lose

divinely not-so-inspired economies

of confused and suffering ecologic?

 

Surely declaring nature as not kind

is not equivalent to experiencing nature as intrinsically unkind,

much less unloving or stupid,

a bully,

just as wrestling with God

is not necessarily wrestling against God?

 

Each incarnating investment string with which and whom

I gratefully greet and resonate,

mutually karmating our cooperative

solarsynthetic-fueled subsidiarity,

potentially, our regenerative synergy together,

belongs with, by, for, if me

on this our last day of becoming

and our first day of being

this perennially resolving,

harmoniously evolving,

while dissonantly revolving,

Tao true-balancing (0)-centric EarthDay.

 

Our millennium for Empirical Self-Bullying

now made bidextrously obsolete

with ambidextrous PermaTeleological

redemptively regenerative MentorShamans,

polyculturing our cooperative eco-normic,

positively deviant,

way true belonging lives.

 

Longing wrestles equivalent eternal encultured belonging,

as Yin advents Yang,

as -(-) predicts + form and lambent flowing-function.

 

 

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Earth’s Easter Epic

Straight-lined radiance,

spiraling gravity’s view.

Gravity draws,

in search of gratitude,

requited.

 

Radiance flies toward Exterior Light,

Gravity dances with Interior Night,

A flight of fancy dance.

 

Radiant birth reaches tender tendrils

toward touch of bright.

Rich embedded birth searches below

with slender stealth

toward Other,

where We are One.

 

Born again in perpetual orgasmic grasp

And release of nutrients,

capital,

value,

meaning,

learning,

creating,

information conjoins ex-forming

and ex-formed.

 

Looking back,

Interior Landscape recalls gravity’s reverse,

spiraling toward future flower,

new eyes

raining seeds of hope

for Exterior Landscape’s ReGenesis.

 

Seeds spiral down

darkly,

richly rhyming

Earth’s PermaCultured Story.

 

Sublime Spring’s buds

Ergetically bloom

Facing blind bliss by Summer’s day,

wet caress by night,

Toward Falling gratitude,

Species’ seed prediction:

a wintry purgation of night,

while love unites

what Earth has harvested

for spiral-limned radiance of Spring.

 

Straight-lined radiance,

spiraling gravity’s view.

Gravity draws,

a song of gratitude,

radiantly requited.

 

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Earth Day Call to ReGenesis

Eastern voices speak of suffering.

Western voices never,

nor death,

nor failure.

We groan with pain.

Eastern hearts speak gratitude.

Western voices seldom;

We talk the power of love.

An Eastern call to mindfulness

Draws Western starched effectiveness.

It is wrong to aspire effect

when not mindful of intent.

The cart leads the horse

graceless

imprisoned

bound to stumble.

It is wrong

to replace gratitude

with the hope of love

when love blooms only where gratitudes grow together,

for pleasure and grace,

beauty and laughter.

Gratitude is love’s leprechaun.

It is wrong to have so much

I can postpone my pain

by ignoring your suffering.

When I find grace,

gratitude,

leaving you to suffer

without the rest of us

embarrasses me.

Suffering seeks an inclusive fair;

Climatic shifts fuel despair.

It shrieks of separate.

Fair distance calls my gratitude

for hope

you will notice

and care for me

and I for you

and yours.

I,

last remnant of the Industrial Age,

stretch back with toxic baton.

Embarrassed,

yet not sure we could do better.

But you,

first glint of the Information Age,

Transitional Re-Generation;

Hear your Shambhala Call:

Regenerate our planet,

watch and hear yourselves

sing and march and dance

listen and understand and incarnate

We Are The World

synerlusciously

on every cell

every lap

every radio

every monitor

every prison

every asylum

every voice

every heart

every tear in every eye

a tear of gratitude

to belong together,

for respect

for caring for ourselves

each other

our Earth.

You can do this;

and you will.

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