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Political Ecology of Economics

If time is money
then time is capital
so maybe healthy time could also become capitalized wealth.
If money is a token of time’s value
and capitalism commodifies time’s human value,
then human values commodify equitable,
as well as more competitive, investments
in Self and Others
as Earth’s EcoTribal Cooperative.

Capitalism of wealth distorts cooperativism,
healthy political and economic balance.
Like its anthrocentric enculturing fuel,
capitalism diverts human evolution toward accumulating tokens of value
rather than developing ever deeper and wider relationships,
transactions with health as wealth enhancing outcomes.

A form of idolatry,
capitalism substitutes quantitative commodity
where once lived stronger-rooted qualitative values
within our co-evolving EarthTribe Commons.

Capitalism is economic totalitarianism,
ruling over cooperatively healthy values
made possible by our historical monocultural devolution
wherein ego-nomics dominates eco-nomics,
reductive anthro-hypnotism rules over sustaining permacultural balance of Self,
cooperating with, as part of, human natured Others,
cooperating with, as part of, Earth’s bilaterally nondual coarising ecosystemic nature.

A balance of Earth’s ecological values redundantly appears,
reiteratively polypaths,
polymorphically polycultures healthy outcomes
as revolutionary longing for equity predicts evolutionary belonging
within mutuality, equity, integrity, rather than disengaged ownership,
commodification of biosystemic value,
hubris of domestication,
proprietary distortions of perpetual balancing wu wei
midway between human ego-anthro centric nature
and EarthTribal ecosystemic nature
of SpaceTime’s evolving-revolving light-dark nurturing nutritional values.

Capital and life invested in social political and economic-ecological cooperation
produces healthier outcomes for Earth, human nature, and ego natures.
A reverse corollary,
ego’s competitive investment in accumulation of capital,
commodities,
owning and controlling,
powering over our mutually-held investment in Earth’s redolent evolution,
interdependent, integral integrity of healthy values,
produces short-term monocultural gains
coarising long-term polycultural losses of healthy wealth.

None of this implies that capitalism,
or competition or wealth accumulation,
is intrinsically evil.
All of this intends to counterbalance each of these with elements
too systemically suppressed for sustainable viability
of individual egos and social anthrosystems,
and Earth’s ecosystems.
We are now growing more cooperative health investment,
equity of both time (what we do with our days and minds and bodies)
and money
to nondually coarise Earth’s great and small transactional,
transitional,
transformative futures.

If you, like I,
respond to, “What brings you most economic pleasure?”
differently than
“What brings you most ecological pleasure,
truth and beauty, agape within nature’s aesthetic pleasures?”
then we continue our discernment into why and how
our healthy nature pleasures are and are not
redundantly articulating our wealthiest co-investment nurtures.

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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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Health Questions for Leading Candidates

by DipolarTaoist G. O. Dillenbeck

These invite your most integral multiple choice responses.

Please choose your one best answer,
recognizing you may often find more than one choice
resonant with your own experiences,
beliefs,
and/or interior and exterior climatic feelings
of belonging/not-belonging.
Would you rather garden,
take care of your own yard
and home,
your landscapes,
or any other form of skilled work
with your hands
and body
as co-arising ego-mind:

A. By yourself,

if and when your family and/or vocational colleagues
are not equally co-invested in your future projected healthy outcomes.

B. With others,

especially if they are family and/or vocational colleagues,
capable of co-arising cooperative co-investment,
as you are,
and express this intent
in ways you also care for your internal and external skill-sets,
wheelhouse,
emerging gestalt balance,
Yang/Yin harmonics,
deductive LeftBrain with inductively bicameral Elder RightBrain,
autonomic bicameral resonance,
ecological-dialectical regenerative orthopraxis,
your way of poetically metamorphing, polypathing,
passionate co-investment within
shared RealTime internal/external deep-rich reiterating-resonant experience.

C. As Plan A above, because of Plan B above;
and as a holonic regenerator within Plan B above, because of too much Plan A self-hypnotic experience above,
for Cooperative Self/Other CQI Optimizing Health Outcomes.
Would you rather communicate effectively and efficiently and therapeutically,
most certainly non-violently,
as managed by your active love and peaceful campaign contentment?
[Hint: Rather than more competitive and negative counterparts,
your anti-social enculturation history,
your anger and fear management exegesis
and co-arising negative-emergent issue orientation,
dissonantly and persistently eisegetical dissonant noisy
economic and political as dis-ecological imbalance issues
of chronic-hypnotic-aptic pathology,
anti-climatic stress, discomfort, discontent,
bicameral Yang/Yin ongoing contentiousness.]

A. Just within yourself,

in a more introverted-yin
and sometimes depressing
and self-repressive
“we all have to ego-die sometime”
sort of unkind nature-way,
at least disruptive to our dreams of endless gorgeous-growth, lush-rich incorporated
EgoEmpire building.

Yang hypnotically LoseLose dominating,
rather than equivalently loving,
Yin as AlienEarthOther CoArising Presence.

B. With others,

especially if they have 7-Generation therapeutic cooperative community planning,
maybe even correlated budgeting and co-investment support experience,
economically permacultural ego-health co-development strategic planning maturity,
preferably both personal as well as political,
co-investment through communication campaign design,
eco-networking dialectical capacity,
demonstrating WinWin PoliEconomic PolyCulturally Positive Health Outcomes
at individual Ego,
family,
community,
and other EcoSystemic levels
currently merging Ego/Eco optimizing slow-growth
healthy political-cooperative economies
tipping toward EcoLogical interior/exterior climatic Balance.

C. EquiValent Plan A-Ego and Plan B-Eco Balance,

as co-arising dipolar Yang/Yin prime co-relational,
co-gravitational,
appositionally bilateral as bicameral,
notnot cognitive dissonance equivalency with something like
ecoconscious operatic bodhisattva as bilateral-messianic vocation, purpose, original intent,
exegetical historic RNA/DNA fractal-fold-functional temporal resonance.
Would you rather live and breathe,
sing and dance,
celebrate and eulogize,
advocate and occupy,
vote and discern,
deliberate and contest,
debate or discern

A. By yourself,

for obvious non-competing economic and ego-monocultural social-political reasons.

B. With others,

especially if they too
like you,
breathe day in
as each night out
ecoconsciously bicameral wu wei
TippingPoint MidWay (0)-Balancing
shared-Earth-and-Atmosphere teleological vocation
as polyculturing ecotherapic love of Self as Other as Earth Holonic EcoSystems,
with cooperatively shared economies
of politically polypathic ecologic.

C. Both Plan A as Plan B,
mutually co-arising “truth” confluence as Tao’s WinWin Ego/Eco “beauty” Timing.
Thank you for always and everywhere choosing C,
and other PlanC-oriented candidates for economic and political
as ecological bicameral-balance
of Earth-thru-Ego-healthy leadership.

 

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Afflicting Comforts

We are too comfortable with personal and public policies
enslaving and then raping Earth for another fossil fuel fix,
too coldly pillaging forests and fertile vegetation
for anthro-lust of evermore political domesticity of Earth,
craving economic sold-out played-out commodification
of Earth’s soil,
too blind to our shared international nutritional cooperative WinWin Soul,
too addicted to poisoning Earth’s oceans and all waters as our toilets
unless piped into our cathedrals of spiritual elitism,
too short-sighted to notice an ecosystemic flush valve
smelling of depopulating climate revenge.

These do not feel like appropriate ways for folks
to say thanks to our Elders,
namaste for DNA’s regenerating heritage,
Great Creation Story,
or fuck you to future drowning and starving and wilting
failure-to-thrive regenerators,
too “you’re not welcome” and “not all lives matter”
to our own transcultural grandchildren,
nephews, nieces, cousins,
and their cousins, and their Elders,
back through anthro-time.

If you believe you have a more important personal or professional vocation
than to do your share to restore:
the soil where you live,
the family you have been given
to solve love’s karmic syllogistic riddles,
the water you drink
but also the Earth that you pee and eventually die into,
the political and economically cooperative free fresh air
we all need to breathe Yang in
and Yin out,
ecoconsciously,
then you are probably over-invested
in overly-spiritualized non-rationalizations of empty hope,
soothing internal dissonance
about complicity in rape and pillage elite complacency,
LeftBrain anthro-supremacist BusinessAsUsual,
not so Allah Judeo-Christian loving
of our ReGenerative Creator Elder Stories
after all.

Perhaps we are under-invested
in love’s WinWin cooperative network opportunities,
racing too competitively to notice richer healthier potentialities
in polycultural dialogue
within ecologically polypathic dialects
and language of Time’s co-arising light
and dualdark absence of co-empathy.

So go ahead.
Hug a tree.
It won’t do much for the tree
but it’s good for your Earth-natured soul.
Plant an organically intended garden in your daily life development story
that might feed your next seven generations,
regenerate seeds of EarthTribe’s loving evolution.

Do something that shouts out our shared passion for life
and not your whimpering dispassions against death
as if you could eventually persuade yourself
that even you believe,
as you hope others might naively wish,
you could not live fully without bloating days of egocentrism.

Do something, anything, healthy for yourself
that could not possibly become pathological for someone else.
Line up your health and goodness,
your truths and beauties,
your faiths and reasons for being and becoming.
Find their mutually latticed regenerating square-rooting reflections.

Do not slam your identity’s door on the way out to work.
Leave your mind open on your way in to recreate.

 

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Psalm to Earth

I love your rich times,
moments stolen from parched yesterdays,
and stern disciplined tomorrows.
I live your warm scent times of leisure
through future’s dark crimes
and climbs
up egocentric ladders.

I miss our deep earth tones,
light prisms of dew drop in color,
our speech for free reign
before we missed racing DNA rhymes
shouting thinthin shared bones
of resonant echoing polystructures.

I know our love tones
our paradise place for free form
flying empathic spacetime
where Earth’s reasons have rhymes,
and three space dimensions
equal one bilateral NOW time.

I love your vast humor
compassion for fools
fearing only to become
ego-deflated fools together,
your red flows rich manna,
free golden embryonic elixir
of regenesis,
thru fools,
not their crowns

I often am reminded
we are far more alike than different,
we all enter and exit
through co-arising ecosystemic host windows
of angry opportunity and fearful risk,
and Tao’s wu wei between.

Yet, I wonder,
as I gaze out at bicameral co-laterally dynamic trees,
organically planted structures,
how far more alike than different
are RNA within racing DNA regenerating
further polyculturing younger branches
and ecoconscious root systems
of healthy ecotherapeutic Time.

The seeds of polycultural eco-revolutionary cooperatives
already embryonically implied
in monocultural ego-dominant enculturation
of nature’s polypathic regenerating diapraxis,
fractal-functions of zero-zen
Time as BiCamerally Balanced Tao,
Universally MultiIntegrative Self-Perpetuation
through MidWay Tipping Point WinWin
CoOperative PolyCultural Optimization.

I love your rich zero-times,
moments stolen from parched dissonant yesterdays,
and climate learning tomorrows.

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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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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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TransRacial Family Wonderings

I wonder what makes you tick.

That quick shadow of a lopsided smile.
When you slap the wall as you step by.
Are these tics
that make you tick somehow?

I know what ticks you off.
Disrespecting your sacred right to become you.
Yet I doubt a Mercedes convertible
would actually respect your healthiest you.

I know what ticks me off about you.
Your relentless denial of anger
and fear
and sadness.
Your unwillingness to forgive yourself
for incarnating merely mortal human nature.

But, what about your unwillingness to forgive our human race
toward racism?
With you born into enslaved heritage,
a long supply of victim roles,
every time anyone sees you,
frames you,
labels you,
historical entrapment of bodies,
by other human mindbodies
contextualizing cultural enslavement of victim-minds,
tics of anger and fear
deep politicized and economized
into creases of dark v. light exterior display.

Does this also tick me off about you?
Do I reasonably expect you,
or anyone,
to forgive an entire species of life
for an oppressive monoculturally supremacist history
of human racial enculturation?

I know what ticks you off about me,
maybe.
My willingness to forgive myself
for my anthro-dominant tics,
habits of language and culture,
disformation of EarthTribal love
and healthy multicultural commitment,
economic solidarity of politically cooperative mutuality.

Because,
to forgive myself of anthro-dominant blindness
seems nondually inseparable
from forgiving us for the absurdity and hypocrisy of racism
and its anti-ecological conclusion of enslaving politically struggling life
by claiming economic ownership of Earth’s Natural/Spiritual Commons.

Ticking on,
rather than ticking off,
reconnects human nature within all EarthTribe RNA/DNA nature.
Distinctions of exterior mindbody polymorphic landscapes
retain polycultural healthfulness,
while our more universally monocultural interior DNA landscapes
of interdependent WinWin ReGeneration Stories
seem to unfold more importantly
more sanely
more rationally
more beautifully and truthfully,
about Golden Rule Solidarity
with political and economic power
to regenerate climatic racing health
with all EarthTribe’s uniting revolution.

What tics me off about me
is failure of multicultural curiosity,
absence of sufficient love
to optimize each relationship and each transaction’s cooperative opportunity
to resonate more deeply,
more ecologically,
more co-arising tribally,
together,
co-habitors of Sun-fueled Earth’s richly diverse,
and much-beloved, community of health,
profoundly mutual regenerative enculturation,
deep listening mutuality of trust-growing education,
Earth-functional in formation,
like evolution of heated organic composting networks
feeding time’s further love revolution.

All that said,
what I know too less about
is what ticks you on.
Probably the about face
of hypocrisy
and ignorance
and greed
and terror
and anthro-centrist racism
that tick you off.

Shadows of lopsided sad smiles.
Slapping walls as we push through.

 

 

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Franciscan Bodhisattva Vegetation

Switzerland,
part of my own historic root system,
has a Bill of Rights for vegetation,
protecting rights of intrinsic dignity
with concomitant human respect for their healthy and aesthetic purposes.
It is not OK to merely throw away
without regard for future seedling’s rights of vital procreation
within holistic ecologically-systemic balance of cooperative species.

More recently,
Pope Francis has been protecting rights of sacred dignity,
with concomitant human respect for healthy polycultural purpose,
rather than throwing away our wildflower vegetation,
our GLBTQ AlphaMeta Networking Soup,
our women and Earth’s poor and marginalized,
whether incarnating as humane-potentiating nature,
or other forms of dialectically functional econetworking nature.

It’s sad to discover your ego’s reflecting label
as a needy one
a greedy one for two or even more,
to need active love more global than anyone
you could ever dare to know.

Pope Francis,
permaculturally principled developers everywhere,
Swiss vegetation,
what is and is not naturally embryonic
about regenerating within as without Landscapes,
before and after health,
above and below (0)-zone economies?
This divine race through bilateral time’s vulnerably edgy emergence,
zeroistic revolution simplifying ecological poli-economics.

Mutual respect for all life systems
to co-mentor with RNA’s extended family Elders,
sustainable regenerating healthy love
for all Earth’s Tribes of synergetic life,
interior as exterior climate-balancing,
Sacred Tao,
ReGenerating BiCameral NetVocation EcoSystems,
speaking EcoLogic’s RNA/DNA Syntax
as Universal PolyNomially Balanced Language,
EcoNorms,
permacultural principles networking polycultural multi-vegetative love
as beautiful health outcomes.

Yet it remains hard to play life’s prodigy
without prodigal influx of divine trust
in regenerative lust for deep time
through mutual health-caring love,
when taking care of beloved vegetation
evokes,
invites co-therapeutic love returns of love economics
as loving love’s Other (0)-Soul Balancing EgoSelves.

Active Love in RealTime vegetative networks
is not spiritualized absence of thinking.
Active love is anticipating our becoming co-redeemers
co-arising Bodhisattva ProGenitors
stretching toward enlightenment
to continue diurnal worship of SunGod HealthyLove.

Active love awakens incarnate lifetimes
to bilateral empathy as poli-economic beauty,
on whose ProNoic Attendance we can evolve,
nature nurturing permacultural investments
of Ego’s mindbody.

We love
with Earth
to remember our DNA/RNA eco-belonging principles
of Active NetWorking Love;
this web languaging time’s regenerative intent
and degenerative climatic great transitional discontented
vegetation,
root systemic,
bipedal,
fractal-pedal,
octo-pedal,
and otherwise dysfunctionally noisy lack of Love Management.

It feels important to see oneself
as greedy for beloved prodigy of self-esteem,
to intentionally know love for more than any one Ego-species system
you would ever care to polyculturally grow.

NetWorking Bills of TransParent Rights
regeneratively rooted in human nature
now disencultured
disengaged from RNA’s nutritional memories of health v. pathology
as economic wealth
as equitable fertile inclusive outcomes
for all life’s co-vegetating networked species.

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SunGod’s Fertile Evolution

From Darwin, and other naturalists,
we learned survival of the fittest
as polymorphically equivalent
to thrival of the fit-in-ingest.

Hmmm,…fittest mutual cooperators
…or maybe peer-to-peer positive-to-positive
equals reverse correlative negative-to-negative communisystemic.

Yikes!

At least permacultural naturalists
speak evolution of biosystemic species
as an EarthTribe emergence
toward polycultural density
of healthy relational balance
among networking interdependent ecosystems,
or so we might conclude
from inter-species political relationships
and nutritional economic transactions
and toxic exploitive peer-to-peer competitions,
segregations,
marginalizations,
monocultural dominations,
border mutual immunity defenses,
subliminally outlined
by PolyCulturing BeLoving Internal as External Garden Paradise
of sacred-natural regenerative potential,
ecological balance.

Evolution
or synergy
or integrity
or creativity,
or regenerativity,
or co-gravitational integrity,
or nondual co-arising bicameral ecoconsciousness,
and whatever emerges as your most regeneratively active TruthGod,
your Great Transitional Purpose eco-larger than ego-self,
unites,
integrates,
integrals,
fractals,
densifies,
deep-nurturing network trends emerge diastolically toward global diastasis,
peer-to-peer universal yang-power
with yinyin richly balanced fertile flow-pattern
of WinWin Gaming EcoLogic
speaking Creativity as holonic healthy truths
of light’s thermodynamic balance
polymorphing time’s incarnation
through Eulerian nondual co-arising Primal Function,
convex-yang bi-elliptically (0)-soul equivalent
with concave double-binding yinyin bionic balance
polymorphic to WinWin fractal-RNA regenerate function
of Time’s Health-Enculturing Revolution.

It matters to global evolution,
as to personal Interior Garden evolution,
this density of polymorphic fitting-in
cooperative political and economic intention
toward ecologicl fractal-octave nature-spirit ecoconsciousness
of explicating-yang and implicating-yinyin bicameral order
as bilateral fractal-fold (0)-soul center of Dialectic Time,
as primal tipping point of CoPresence,
surfing co-gravitationally between Alpha Original Intent
of SunGod’s Light
through (0)-polymorphic fit-in-ingest Point
of future’s primal Earth polymorphic consciousness,
Time’s elational-regenerative v. contentious dualdark evolution
of Truth’s healthy love
absorbing, co-redeeming nondual PastAnger as FutureFear.

Photosynthesis of light as fuel
enlightens polymorphic rich density of light’s divine polypathic (0)-soul,
Prime Relational MidWay Point,
humanely divining god’s teleology
as regeneratively potentiating eco-intelligent LoveNetworkIdentity
surrounded by suboptimizing AngerFear Hierarchical Management Protocol,
BusinessAsUsual competitions
feeding hungry cooperatively-healthy
ecoconscious
divinely humane
mindbodies,
polymorphing ecosystems
dancing and singing and vocationing and gardening
in EarthTribe’s Primal LoveNetwork.

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