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What You Pack In…

If and when you pack investments into our wilderness of CommonHeld-Futures,
and feel committed to sustain for the longest healthy haul possible,
then, please, cooperatively re-invest back out
ASAP
before our shared Win to Lose reaches an unfortunately shared
global viral end.

If you didn’t cooperatively pack in most of your current baggage,
then, please, do not competitively walk yourself back out
enslaved to mass paranoia and Win to Lose egocentric fear and terror,
away from self- and other-coinvestments,
co-arising as co-gravitating.

Taking each other to the church,
our whatever community of polyculturing faith
and active love,
rather than the more competitive,
overly-commodified and patriarchally over-infested
bicameral eco-political direction.

Take only what you need to invest in Healthy Commons Futures,
by cooperatively paying-forward everything you have received by grace,
and taken with gratitude,
positive attitude psychology
and trusting WinWin ecopolitics.

Make it your long-term zero-sum goal,
your bucket list from Attitude through Zoning for EcoHealthy Wealth,
to grow cooperatively into only what you nutritionally need
to WinWin re-invest with gratitude
every graced ecopolitical
and psychological
and ecological resource you have received
through Elders’ paid-it-forward
throughout your cooperatively positive-oriented lifetime
of regenerative WinWin strategic optimization
toward polyculturally global healthy outcomes,
multicultures re-investing everything received
from and for and of Earth’s 4D Zero-Core SpaceTime,
binomial-bilateral-fractal-octaved-4Sacred Seasoned RealTime,

As represented by Bayes
and Euler
with Fuller
and Perelman,
with Lovelock before him,
and Margolis,
then back toward LaoTse
and Buddha, et. al.
shamanic matriarchal bodhisattvas
with cooperative ecomessianic growing DNA complexities,
with PolyPathic-PolyPhonic Fragrant Resonance of Colors.

CoOperatively co-invest in every grace Earth habitation offers
and, please, GoldenRules need to receive and give care appropriately,
to re-invest each cooperative intention
with WinWin co-redeeming confidence
in powers of sacred regenerativity, ecology,
over overly reductive-secularized LoseLose ecological decompositions,
anti-polyphonic nomials as also unbalanced binomial waves of dissonance,
notnot Zero-Core polynomial,
not dipolar co-arising with great transitional abundance,
where CommonsSquared time of bilateral Yang light,
meets and greets Eulerian-Fuller fractal-spiral thermodynamic functions,
flowing matriarchally enlightened WisdomYin
Prime Relational Zero-Sum Gaian WinWin Hypothesis,
as also
Original HypoStatic Union,
Sacred Elder Right
with Secular-Dominant Deductive Left
multiculturally nutritional language
as polynomial health numeral bilateral iconic,
ionic,
ironic simplicity of Yang as dipolar appositional YinSquared-Fractal,
as simple as negotiating genderal health and safety relations
with a lesbian male-to-female transgender Bodhisattva EcoFeminist Warrior;
EgoFunction Left BodyMind
as also EcoFlow RightBiLateralTime Zero-Sum
WinWin MindfulMatriarchal EarthMomma Body.

What we Zero-Sum cooperatively pack in,
let us, please, also Zero-Core re-invest Ego/Eco Systemic WinWin
on your way back out of our global reforesting health and safety project
into our Zero-Soul Commons Wilderness
of WinWin Fertile SpaceTime 4D RealTime EcoPolitical Promise.

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Here As Now

Yang is polypathic health-strength Here,
ego-convexly witnessed,
while Yin revolves Earth’s Four thermodynamic spiraling seasons,
together Zero-tempered wu-wei Sacred Now
within Earth’s cooperative natured Here.

As Positive Polynomial (1)
is to dualdark (not,not) Polypathic-Polyphonic [-,-=(+,-)] fractal bilateral) 0
WinWin ReGenerative-CoOperative EcoPolitics,
TitHere for/of/with/over/under co-arising nondual TatNow.

This primal relationship,
within each 0-sum moment,
within MotherEarth’s sacred ecology
projects both back through Elder RightBrain interdependence
and LeftBrain’s secular-agnostic mistrust
of futures not yet hoped for,
of pasts now underground
with worms and RNA root systems
in a cognitive-affective dissonant understoried world
where only above ground anthro-centered lives matter,
while below, as above, grows fading pathological climates
of dualdark clouds and dusts and rusts
while we remain both secular Left
and Sacred Right
talking past each other,
rather than speaking through
Prime PolyCulturing EcoTones,
anthro-salient as sacred bicameral Earth,
as above,
so below,
as past,
so shall we become
and notnot become future EcoHarmonic.

 

 

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Slow Grown Sunrise

Some mornings I slow down.
If you saw me this morning,
you might reasonably conclude
I could not possibly reduce my productive pace,
a social disgrace,
slogging through my domestic place.

Days, or at least my light within each day,
grow shorter,
while everything remains to be done
to care for future generations
of children
and puppies
and cubs
and kittens
and kids
and calves.

Yet dawn silently screeches toward timelessness
as I realize
I was produced
in a moment of ecstasy,
but also nine-months prepared to thrive
on Earth,
while my unique,
yet resonantly symbiotic, DNA
is born of prehistoric generations,
back when time and light’s productive moments
were measured in full and empty,
ecstatic and aptic,
rising toward another regenerative morning,
and setting toward yet another sacred decomposing night.

It is this slow memory of near timelessness
that revolves through my bones and flesh
and is cooperatively shared
not just with my own Win-matriarchal
and Win-patriarchal lines,
but also our globally shared regeneration
through timeless ecstatic moments
of symbiotic great transitions,
commencing nine months for each preparation
to greet our brothers and sisters,
cousins and families
extending back through competing histories
and cooperative matriarchal nutrition and health mentoring,
fire and wind and water and safety education,
revolving through slow-growth wisdom
of timeless sunrise,
oceans of DNA an Elder RNA,
regenerative,
synchronic
places and times,
landscapes
and heathy creolizing climates.

I have bloomed and wilted
where I have been planted,
and where I have chosen to plant myself,
and our future
greeting past revolving sacred memories,
here with now.

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My Guardian Angel

I suppose,
as a pretentiously self-uberespecting Wise Elder,
I should be alpha-embarrassed to admit
my youngest son,
unable to speak or even sign,
unable to even successfully chew and swallow food,
unable to walk without warm-embraced assistance,
is also my guardian angel.

Without him
I would undoubtedly forget
each day and night
is a re-newing challenge
to laugh with others’ screeching terrors
and shared miseries of sobbing tragedy,
to listen patiently,
maintaining eye contact as best you can,
as long as necessary,
appearing to actually be interested and following,
or, even better,
actually become totally immersed in hearing
resonance and dissonance and timbre,
resolution and irresolution,
rhythm and patterns of song and dancing relationship
and absence of healthy co-relationship,
all before we speak,
or squawk,
as in the case of my guardian angel,

Who also occasionally graces us with shared laughter
about how silly we all are together,
or how great the front porch breeze feels
up against the birdsong.
My nearly egoless zero-sum WinWin mentor,
my youngest sacred graced perfection son.

How would I ever have survived his sister,
who is my Egyptian Princess AlphaPharoah BiPolar Bitch,
in a kind of a Nubian DiPolar Witchy Wu-Wei,
if you know what I mean.
Kind of like living with a five-year-old Donald Trump
if he were also a fifteen-year-old transexual
with bipolar oppositional bitch disorder.

I just read that to my guardian angel.
He didn’t think that was funny,
so I thought I would share it with you,
while he’s still listening,
in his guardian angel graced way.

We each take only what we yang and yin need
and do our best to cooperatively re-invest
all of it,
including the ecopolitical shit.

 

 

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The 2020 Coop

The People’s Coop
is a warm inviting place,
for some
a reading and meditation
and arts practice and performance space,
for others
a place to ride sleek bicycles
with self-and-other improvement book racks
while peddling energy into the cooperative Grid,
sheltered by solar panel roof
and natural wood graffiti walls
spun and sung
with Mohammad’s Sufi Wind Turbinators.

Original coop founders
had been mural painters
and finger and toenail designers,
hair braiders
and community garden canners
and preservers,
soup and smoothie makers
and child-care cooperative providers
and home school teachers,
as well as the original upstairs apartment residents,
and those living next door,
working in the kitchen,
serving organic soup and bread
in winter,
juice smoothies
and fair-trade mocha freezes
to readers and talkers with listeners
during warmer sun-drenched months
relaxing on teak chairs
surrounding umbrella tables
in our outdoor street cafe.

The guy with a hot dog and bagel cart
joined The Coop
and invested each lunch hour
outside
then went inside to offer yoga
and chi gong classes
in the reading and quiet arts room.

Meanwhile,
more robust and rhythmic,
the kitchen and juice bar
shares open space
with a performance stage
bearing diverse drums,
a grand piano,
an accordion,
rather strangely popular,
and a karaoke machine,
lights and sound,
open mic days and nights
for comedy
and poetry,
story-telling
and rapping,
tapping and beating
and full gospel choir singing,
depending on who shows cooperatively up
to turn out
rather than in
over on the quiet side
of the all bells, but no disdaining whistles, Coop.

Coop peak periods
include rainy and cold afternoons
when street performers
come inside,
finish their soup,
put out their hats
and share a set,
then join juice and coffee and tea bar tables
and sometimes even take a turn
on hooked-up bikes and rowing machines
to operate the lights and mics
and blenders,
but not the mud and straw pizza oven out back,
fired with cedar and mesquite
producing organic vege and goat cheese
on whole wheat crust
for a light supper,
or multigrain scones with herbal high tea,
depending on where you came from
before you found The Coop.

If you remember
the incense and hope of 1960s Head Shops,
the heady roar and multi-racing of 1920s historic stops,
then you may come to see
The Coop is a further evolution
co-founded with 2020 PolyCultural ReVision,
exclusively of and for
those who are gay and straight
and especially everyone in-between
dead and new-born friendly,
cooperatively owning and organizing allies
for renewable multigenerational futures.

The Coop coinvestors
of and for reforesting
each coop business and community
as organically WinWin county and province solidarity
for healthy game strategics
and nutritional performance
and cooperative outcome producing places
where poverty of spirit
and vulnerability of nature’s self-organizing politics
is The Coop’s greatest strength of faith,
gratitude for Earth’s multiculturally abundant
natural-spiritual nondual
healthy
grace
place
space,
faces of polypathic
Planet Earth Cooperative.

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Two Cultural Feet

David Holmgren
a seminal PermaCultural Designer,
if there ever has become one,
suggests most people throughout Earth
in this age of globally interdependent communication
feel we have one foot planted
in our original local community/family culture,
and the other foot planted in a more comprehensively dominant
economic and political and sociological culture;
but also maybe both feet together co-arise
in our global ecological enculturation.

More of a mindbody hop
than a cognitive one-legged skip.

I grew to the 18-year mark of emancipation
in a conservative fundamentalist
Republican
Michigan family farm industrializing
mid-to-later 1900s
economic and political and sociological
and ecological and anthropological
and psychological and genderological
and extended family farm as forestological
and embryonic wombological culture
both internally adopted
and externally adapting
by trying on my daily
and nightly
enculturations.

As a child
I could not distinguish between internalized enculturation
and external dominant LeftBrain USA-WhiteEnglishOnly culture
because I felt no incipient dissonance
between these two
external Left
and internal Right,
secular ecopolitical and socio-psychological sacred
hemispheres of footedness,
groundedness,
ego/eco-centeredness.

Then I noticed
that the fantasy of partnering with socio-psychological masculinity
rather than ecopolitical femininity–however lovely–
was mesmerizing,
hypnotic,
wondrously awesome,
happiness and Aquarian beauty and bilaterally sexy
and internally right
yet very much externally wrong.

So which was my true local culture
with integrity
and safety
and love
and faith
and trust,
and which was my dominant MidWest
EnglishOnly
White Straight Male Dominant
extending patriarchal farm businessological culture?

It has taken many years
of self-inflicted therapy
to answer that question Both Left-and-Right
Win/Win polypathically healthy,
rather than Either Left-or-Right
Lose short-term to LoseLess long-term pathologically.

Today,
since the 9/11 of 2016,
when nearly half of U.S. voters
chose to vote for our own domestic terrorism
inflicted against both promised rich
and threatened poor,
both hateful and fearful AlienElitist plutocrats
and hated and feared non-fundamentalist
non-white
non-straight
non-male
non-competitive
non-monoculturing
not-sufficiently-domesticated and under-invested
cooperative Left in solidarity with Right Brained democrats,

It is also true,
an alternative majority fact,
if you will,
that slightly over half did NOT vote
to internalize a domestic version
of global fundamentalist terrorism,
against the greater powers
of polypathic Left/Right bilateral love,
against the principles of Zero-Sum WinWin ecopolitical integrity,
from which my own Left-Right extending farm-as-global-forest ecology
was originally spawned
in patriarchal-matriarchal harmony
Yang with Yin, not dissonantly against
Left-RightBrain Ego/Eco inductive bilateral co-intelligence,

Without, so far as I recall,
quite so much RightFooted stomping
and marching
in military-industrialized
Big RedBook of ViolentCapitalism Squares,
where persuasive enculturation begins
at the end of the longest and fattest gun.

 

 

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Virtual Truths

Without doubt true,
and yet too redundantly lectured,
especially to our young of body and mind,
the virtual world is not reality.

And yet,
Elders seldom hear
when youngsters pout back
what must equally be true,
Earth’s reality is no longer devoid
of virtual communicating worlds
without so many competitive walls
to hinder cooperative re-education
about mutual relationships
between polynomial information trends
and polypathic energy economies
and polyphonic co-relational politics,
all networks for off-line Earth’s reality
and on-line virtual ego/eco-centering systems.

The story of information systemic regeneration
reweaves Earth’s creation story of Gaian Cooperative Hypotheses
knowing we are already a cooperatively intended democracy
living in diverse locations,
identifiable 4D geometrically revolving spacetime locations
emerging from advents of fertile prehistoric winters
producing reborn ecopolitical springs,
diastatically mature summers of healthy wealth revolutions,
harvesting AutumnElders of poly-nutritional wisdom,
restored in understories
of Yin’s first and last winter blanket;
egocentering processors
re-aligning with eco-centered Earth’s fractal-regenerate realities,
virtual on-line
as 4D cooperative off-line.

Without doubt also true,
and yet too redundantly gamed and networked,
especially by our young of bodyminds
with bilaterally thinking spirits,
Earth’s reality includes on-line virtual cooperatives
and off-line ecological Tipping Points,
climate change
as both potentiality
of cooperative health
and WinLose reality
for competing flesh and blood pathologies.

Truths,
1 is always positive or negative in Earth’s metric LeftBrain languages,
just as timeless 0s are both/and equivalent notnot double-bound with 1
co-binary RightBrain balance,
virtual-digital and historic-analogical waves
between past and future,
tipping toward co-present.

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If We Selected Gods

If we were Earth gods and goddesses,
with powers to create anything we prefer
for our healthiest wealth attainment,
would we settle for living in a swamp
created by our own collective lack of mindfulness
about how to play longer-term WinWin?

If we were Earth gods and sacred goddesses,
not much worried about deathbed nightmare memories
of those times we had to settle
for minimizing losses
because we could not see
a WinWin option,
more cooperatively dominant
Left with RightBrained bicameral networks
of polypathic co-intelligence
as Earth humanegods
and polyphonic Sacred Goddesses.

If we were Earth’s natural gods and goddesses
creolizing Bodhisattva masters–
co-passionate mistresses of matriarchal love–
Yangs with eco-flowing Yins,
I would instead imagine on my death bed
sixteen years from now,
at eight decades of competitive trials
and cooperative errors,
and remember that 80-year-old’s
patriarchal-matriarchal embryo
bilateral,
eco-binary double-bound
co-arising
dipolar appositional
and not so much bipolar oppositional,
embryonic Original HealthWealth Intent.

If I were one of EarthTribe’s secularYangs
with sacred YinFractal
DNA regenerative processing,
progressing
Permacultural Designers
of both internal and external landscapes,
mindstates with landmine synaptic dominance,
I would look back for those Optimal Golden Rule relationships–
WinWin incarnations of long-term love bilaterals–
transcending timeless sacred regenerativity.

If I were one of EarthTribe’s reincarnating
reweaving
gods and goddesses,
I would go back to earliest beginnings
of each of my most long-term loving cooperations,
good for ego,
best for eco-others,
including aliens and immigrants,
as are we all,
each and every Secular/Sacred Species,
not just Kingdom SelfAppointed Leaders-Predators,
good for Earth’s cooperative synergetic Giai Hypothesis,
nondual-co-arising HealthyWealth
WinWin outcomes as natural-spiritual expectations,
potentials,
Sacred Promise of ReGenerative His/HerStory,
deep learning-listening mindful health encultured anticipations
positive, more than just
Win short-term
Lose long-term notnot negative-0 competitive-summed
up as
MotherEarth grows a Dog-Eat-Dog Plutocratic World
AND
a matriarchal embryonic understory
of Left-Right harmonic
polypathic polyphonic polynomial bilateral
Yang/Yin EcoSystemic Balance,
now more RightBrain repressed
suppressed
oppressed
yet still co-operating back and forth,
co-arising DNA toward WinWin
HealthyLeft-Short WealthyRight-Long
night and day.

If we were EarthTribe gods and goddesses
we would not settle for less than love
as WinWin co-arising delineation,
regenerate re-creation
of yet more loving long-term outcomes.

If we were EarthGods and Goddesses
living in active secular-sacred positive faith,
we would mistrust Win now
to pay to play later
marketing subtext,
we would no more discern between healthy economics
and wealthy ecologics,
climate eco-therapies inside and out,
than would a 0-sum WinWin healthy child
patriarchal and matriarchal balanced
Yang/Yin DNA
processing
progressing
developing
designing
listening
learning
noticing
understanding
knowing
feeling
hoping
faithing
loving positive HealthWealth moments
living in and on Earth’s Eden Paradise Potential
as promised
when SkyFather’s radiance
first photosynthesized dipolar co-arising
GoddessEarth.

If we were EarthTribe Gods and Goddesses
we would only elect CEOs
and legislators
and educators
and lawyers
and parents
capable of recognizing our HealthWealth Potential
day to day
year to year
life to life,
and would most certainly never nominate for CEO
anyone who is unwilling to actively steward
our national and international healthcare assurance,
much less threaten to disown and disinvest away from wealth,
denying that Lose short-term health
and Lose long-term wealth
is not how we play cooperative WinWin democracy games,
and how we do,
instead,
settle for further investments
in military-industrialized mutually assured destruction
counter-revolutionary exploitations
of ourselves
our neighbors and extended family
eternal LoveTribe
and Mother Earth’s HealthWealth
Original 0-Sum RNA-Fractal Intent.

If we were Earth gods and goddesses,
with powers to create anything we prefer
for our healthiest wealth attainment,
would we settle for living in an ecopolitical swamp
created by our own collective lack of mindfulness
about how to play short and longer-term WinWin healthcare
giving as receiving?

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Maker of Rich Women

A ballad for Franz Dolp

His exercise was forestry
His initiative was art.

He painted his forest in trees,
composing four seasons of song.

He searched his right balance of trees
revising rhythms for harmony’s poem,
Mothers of Deep Rich Women.

A writer of therapeutic forests
written in trees with good roots.

Franz was a poet
rebuilding with forests,
artisan trees
forming long-healing words.

Inspired by Robin Wall Kimmerer’s story of Franz Dolp’s 40 acre reforesting homestead with Western red cedar trees, which, if I remember correctly, have a First Nation name that translates something like “maker, or mother, or mother-maker of rich women” because of their unusual domestic commodity value when cooperatively harvested and planted.

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The Senior Center

The Senior Center was a beehive of active waiting
to die.

Bingo
but not ballroom dancing.

Knitting
but not garden expansions.

Physical therapy
but not yoga
and not chi gong,
much less mindful meditations
sung in four part harmony.

The new guy,
just growing into sixty-five,
asked them
How would we like to be remembered
one hundred years from now?

That doesn’t seem likely,
I know,
but perhaps more likely together
than playing Solitaire
side by side.

I would like to be remembered
as healers of The River
said a somber SeptemberGenerian woman
surrounded by ancient lady friends.

No one needed to ask why.
We all knew
what was coming downriver
for future regenerations
of thirsty toxined minds
with biodiverse bodies.

And so we found younger allies
who owned property along The River,
beginning with the railroad company,
and the Mohegans
and the Pequots,
where a Senior knew a Senior
with a well-placed daughter,
and sometimes a son
of unusual cooperative and long-term focus.

Together we planted firs
and cedars along polluted and denuded banks,
for future generations to manage,
harvest for housing
and furniture
and fiber
and possibly even coffins
waiting for memories of polluted rivers
to die.

That was one hundred years ago
we started
in this regenerative Senior Center,
and still going strong
as each year
a new incoming class
of those who finally reached sixty-five
joined our river healing project,
more recently also producing fruit trees
and berries,
flax
and hemp,
mushrooms
and nuts
and sweetgrass baskets
woven by SeptemberGenerians.

Women and a few surviving men
and some more in-between
smiling together
at the round cedar table in the back,
remembering Elder healers
of our barren land
and naked River.

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