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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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