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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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Ecological Imperative

Ecologists seem more aware
than economic and political scientists
and capital and democracy leaders of state investments,
of the remarkable multi-functionality of natural systems,
like trees,
and river valleys
and their forests
with canopies of shade
enlightened from above by sun,
glimmered by moon and starlight,
creating energy,
nutrition,
predators and prey, but also beauty,
health and pathology,
feeding and bleeding co-invested systems
of interdependent relationships.

While multi-functionality of organic systems
is a complicated array of niches,
these are not just the economist’s consumer market niches
or just producers of goods and bads through labor,
through both WinLose and WinWin Games,
but more like all of the above.

This comes to mind
because as I have earned the perspective
of multi-functioning economic and political decades,
as both consumer and producer,
I have also noticed that polarized U.S. elected officials,
especially those working in, or even near,
our infamous District of Columbia,
have reduced the citizenry
to producers of tax revenues and votes,
expecting to consume diminishing returns
of peace and justice,
to expect Business As Usual,
a drought of functionality,
dwindling absence of Constitutionally protected returns
for health
happiness
and mutually cooperative prosperity.

Ecologists
and other health v pathology students,
learn to become more aware of the reciprocal,
perhaps even contagious,
relationships between producers giving care
and consumers receiving healthy care.

I don’t see many elected folks
working and living in our public sector
burning the midnight oil
pondering together
how to become more multi-functional care-givers
and care-receivers,
which requires cooperation more
and competition for votes and tax dollars less.

As a wanna-be culture of healthy ecopolitics,
we are too capital-mesmerized
by our own recent investment histories
in unhealthy pathologies,
driven to capture what’s left of value
on the verge of a no longer merely impending
humane energy production descent,
choking on our own culture of BadNews
competing consumer markets of polarizing pathology.

If economists and political scientists
and dipolar ecopolitical practitioners
like me
and you
and our families,
and our communities,
and our States,
and our Nations,
and our anthro-centric global population
were to burn what’s left of the midnight oil
discerning together this basic functionality
of balancing consumer markets for health and happiness
and producer forces and contagious flows
for cooperative wealth thereof,
WinWin Both-And options only,
like forest systems of democratic trees,
and other living, breathing cultures of Earth’s health,
I wonder if the return on our votes and tax investments
in mutual-care receiving
may pay off more robustly,
resonantly,
cooperatively,
organically,
permaculturally,
ecologically,
not quite so pathologically
polarized WinLose competitions.

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Subversive Dance

I hope we can help ourselves
and each other
become quieter,
more leisurely,
generous,
grateful,
graceful dancers of sound
rhythm
pattern
voices of color
to see and hear these quieter vibrations
of wildness.

Wildness
wilderness
relatively untouched forests of mountains
and oceans,
rivers
lakes
ponds
swamps of wildness
for quiet forms of song and Earth dance.

Dance
moving to louder voices of climate pathology
and landscape erosion
decomposition of home and safety,
but also quieter dance
of witness
stalking visual prey
we would not violate with unwanted harming touch,
turning and swirling whorls of joy
quiet
yet also loud tornadoes
hurricanes
tsunamis whirling wildly loud.

Loud dance thrashing
climates of disarray
for smaller subclimates within
remaining wildness of species memory.

Memory of meadow walks
and naked tree climbing
swinging dances with polyphonic gendered nature
nurturing quieter wilderness
teaching slowing leisurely dance
through each day
returning to healthy full moon wealth
of wildness,
ecodancing movement to sound
and pause for silent graced lines
of sight.

Sights of quieter fragrance
and pungent distant fear
remembering mountain
ocean
water and air
fire and Earth’s Wildness
dancing loud pathologies
of Her majesty and awful wonder
reminding me and us
to respect our wise gratitude
for quieter voices and movements of nature
teaching grace as gratitude
for wilderness within
as wisely without you and I.

I hope I can help
grow quieter listeners
of wildness songs sung together
with dancing graceful pause,
wish for wilderness witnessing partners,
mutually stalking copresence
within Earth’s cooperative quiet majesty,
ecodancing drums
too anthro-discentering loud,
yet sometimes refreshingly polypathic quieter journeys
dancing softly hummed,
paused within echoing forests
of bounding binding wonder.

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Evening Rainsong

Alone again
yet evening rain falls
cooling fresh breeze voices
anxious for everything,
angry about nothing.

Nothing to do about rain falling
as sure as gravity
of dripping issues
landing in my lap,
splattering naked children’s sleepy heads
and innocent soft shoulders.

Into each life…
Yes,
yet eventide rains inside voices
wet down dwindling life
of tiring consciousness.

If I could not read or write or speak
who would I sing with in new found leisure?
Scattered lyrical thoughts
of painful rain
for evening’s loss of light,
and dawn’s dew drop evaporations
raising praise for might
of rain rising up yet again
to grace some other’s night.

We each sing with rain dying alone,
a humanic nature feeling trapped
alien emigrant returning home
to Earth where all creations fail and fall
to rise again singing through new voices
and hues,
spectral rhythmic
dances of songs and cries
each our lived together owned,
rising up new throated sounds
disintegrated symphonies
of song sung out
toward tomorrow’s rain clouds
capturing moist radiant waves,
wet sounds of song
well-lived yet bound.

I hear too complex songs for living,
polyphonic evening rains
falling down alone
to rise again belonging songs
evaporating praise,
leaking radiance
gathering together.

Into and through each flowing melody
of rebaptising life
dirged this night alone
yet heard as well-sung rain forever.

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Underground Rivers

Underground rivers unsettle thoughts,
feelings on stable ground.

Real estate doesn’t sound as real
with thoughts of hyporheic flow
beneath our feet,
out of sight and sound.

Rivers are meant to have light on top,
transparency.
Underground flow must look more like a furtive capillary
than an upfront tributary,
bringing salvific moisture
down into and across and through
deep ecological roots of fertility.

Hypostatic unions
are contrasts between understory backgrounds
emerging into focal foreground,
like darkness of night’s flowing complexities
from which light emerges each day
then fades again,
like Yang creation stories
emerging from Yin
hypostatic partnering,
hyporheic flow
deep down within ecological consciousness,
subterranean channels
feeding timeless roots
of healthy real estates,
cooperative becoming.

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Becoming PolyPathic

To become polypathic should feel regenerative, good, positive,
maybe even beautiful, graced,
like we are inviting only the positive karmic stuff of Earth
and humanity.

Pathology, on the other hand, is degenerative,
negative antipathy,
it is reductive.

While health, fed by consistently good sensory-neural nutrition,
is regenerative,
positive empathic trust;
it is inductive–
which is double-bind notnot deductive,
degenerative,
negative.

A polypathic double-negative
regeneratively inductively feels
like it could only equal a polynomial positive,
as notnot equals yes.

So regenerative life becomes equivalent to notnot fully degenerated death,
yet.

PolyPathology is the ecopolitics of how these two are
and are not
equivalent normative-descriptive
and ethical-prescriptive
positive WinWin values
and notnot double-binding LoseLose disvalues,
empathic trusts and anti-pathic distrusts,
with multiculturing-creolizing Tipping Points
of polypathic equilibrium in-between,
midway YangLeft and YinRight.

Paths,
to science and religion and philosophy,
share one bilateral nature/spirit
dynamically nutritional health/pathology,
ecology,
ethology,
theology,
one bicameral Way,
BothAnd bilateral truths,
multiculturing-acclimating-creolizing lives,
dipolar co-arising Tao,
Sacred Evolutions of EarthAcclimation
and YinFlow ReVolutions of ReAcclimation-Reversion.

You can imagine how the monocultural surface and interior of both sun and moon
appear and sound and feel,
hot and cold and airless.

But,
can you imagine how the multicultural surface and color-drenched soils of Earth
would so miraculously appear
and longingly sound
and polypathically feel
green and blue and ultra-violet,
dark and light,
neither too hot or cold or airless to survive
and potentially thrive,
as regeneratively viewed from either sun or moon?

Can you reweave this muticulturing miracle
of cooperatively owned and managed climate
for breathing in self-acclimating Yang
to breathe out re-acclimation of our WinWin-YinYin LightSquared-Fractal
re-investing Earth,
home,
ego/eco-conscious CenterCommons,
full-color violet transcendent denseblack/whitelight octaves
of fertile ergodic nutritional rhythms,
patterns ecopolitical notnot pathological?

If so,
then you,
like any creature capable of seeing both sun and moon,
and imagining how Earth’s regenerativity would feel fertile by comparison,
are well on our way of reweaving healthier cooperative climates
of polypathic WinWin consciousness.

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Making Hay

Make hay while the sun shines.

I grew up as a closeted polypathic nature-mystic
on a marginal, at best, family farm
in Michigan.

This farm was my embryonic home,
an extension of my vastly loved and nurturing Mother,
more than my workahoic homophobic Father,
who most emphatically did create a patriarchal god in his own image.
His farm was for slave labor.
Her farm was a garden for growing healthy wealth.

I loved Mom’s Multi-ReGenerational Family Farm
like an extension of my ego’s mind and body.

And, like a turtle without a shell,
when I first headed off to Ann Arbor’s University
I brought my happy and healthy ego with me,
eager to begin my new adventure story,
yet I emotionally stumbled,
felt naked and exposed and depressed,
for lack of my embryonic habitus,
my eco-center,
my home,
my interdependently embracing love of sacred spaces
and their seasons of regeneration and degeneration,
growing still and fading without ego me
conjoining.

I was homesick,
but not for Nurturing Nanny
and Fearsome Father
or even Perfect Princess Sister, whom I cherished,
whom I could talk and listen to as whim might invite,
and, although somewhat more of a sore detachment from our farmhouse interior spaces,
my disorienting alienation from Ann Arbor
was as a too-urban outside place
just as my recreating resident embrace
favored my dorm and classroom youth-learning multicultural race
against more oppressive monoculturing times.

To this day,
despite a six week backpacking hike
along California’s Pacific Coast Trail,
plundered by surreal vistas and fragrance and light and unspeakable beauty,
when I imagine a meadow, a field, a woodland,
a pond,
a barn,
an unpaved road,
a gravel drive,
a herd of cattle,
a pen of pigs,
a coop of chickens,
a litter of kittens with eyes still sealed shut,
I recall iconic scenes from this sacred originating home,
my eco-memory
calling my doubly-bound ego-enculturing self
back home
to where we permaculturally began together,
making hay while the sun did shine.

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Matriotic Trust

The organic building of a coordinated artist
begins with reconstructing competitively clumsy LeftBrain technicians.

Whether learning to play the piano
or learning to communicate in some new language
or learning to adopt,
and/or adapt,
norms and nuances of some new cultural environment,
human nature starts, and started, with RightBrain
as inductive unconscious autonomic pre-programmed DNA/RNA receptivity,
double-bind fractal-octave resonance,
to and with and as externally and internally triggered changes,
and builds out deductively
reductively decomposing complexities of some performance system
we notice in some other,
including other humans,
we are attracted to in some positive empathic-trust way,
inviting further trust.

But, stumbling across an anomalous situation,
a creature,
human or not ambiguously felt
and has become historically suspect,
we distrust due to negative threat,
aggressive competitions
where we would have normally anticipated cooperation;
or maybe just too loud and stinky
to mutually ignore in some tolerant kind of way.

From perennially positive systems
soliciting and supporting our further WinWin nutritional relationships,
and from our negatively toxic attritions,
our deductive LeftBrain builds labels
to reduce the whole gestalt
into its cause-effect cycling and spiraling parts
until we can predict
to our satisfaction,
and sometimes hypnotizing horror,
how to regenerate/degenerate this behavior with our own mindbodies
through deliberate,
step by consecutive technical step,
building technique until this new pattern,
sequence of rhythms within interdependently cooperative performance,
becomes what we call “second nature”
internalized,
as automatic as finding our ways back home.

But, this second nature,
whether learning to perform a song
that is also a compelling and resonant emotive narration,
or venomously screaming threats at anyone you perceive as unlike your own egocentric self,
in some unenlightened way,
becomes incorporated into Left and Right Brain reiterative appositional flow.
Technically learned performance
moves from Left-deductive
toward Right-inductive co-arising nondual
nature-nurtured habit of “second nature” expression,
thought,
activation of a mastered behavioral-affective constellation
of interior/exterior activity,
as natural as writing with your left
or right
dominant hand.

Given all the above,
when and why would becoming a violent aggressor
become an ego-acceptable,
LeftBrain deductive dominant choice
of encultured instinctive response to “non-kin”
as opposed to “not yet kin”?

How would one become attracted to,
and sustained by,
becoming a dissonance-creating and expanding bully,
an aggressor against potentially immigrating strangers as aliens,
labelled collectives of ecosystemic individuals, hives, nests, pests
who have not themselves ever actually exhibited threatening behavior
toward yourself,
or those you already perceive as “kin”?

It seems that terrorism and bullying
might also be rabidly aggressive behavioral-affective negative patterns
which can be as competitively-reiteratively contagious
as cooperative trust
in healthier patterns of becoming together
rather than thrusting and parrying apart.

In WinWin as NonZero ReGenerative Game Theory,
and in Feminist EcoPolitical CoOperative ReProduction Theory,
learning resonant-positive nurturing behavioral norms
anticipates nonzero-sum, nonpatriarchal-competitive, outcomes,
WinWin bilateral equivalence
that normatively anticipates pay-it-forward more of the same
as long as everyone follows Left-Right learned
behavioral-affective Golden Rule matriarchal-maturation patterns
toward mutually nutritional “second nature” norms.

What is actually Elder brain stem “first nature”
is profoundly matriarchal-cooperative ownership and governance
except under unusual survival Win-Lose pressures of past experience
as environmentally reconceived.

It is here
in anomalous primordial seas
of survival of the “I Win so You Lose” fittest
where might makes our ego’s self-optimizing right
to survive today
despite knowing that doing so by accessible aggressive means
predicts more of the negative same,
or even more escalating,
risk of loss tomorrow.
But, this is not normative “first matriarchal-love nature”
just as it is not first-nurture,
for if zero-sum survivalist toxicity
were our AntiGolden Rule primordial soup
from which we arrived at this time on Earth,
then human LeftBrain dominant nature
could never have evolved decompositional technique at all.

Declaring private or very public wars against alien terrorists
is a suboptimizing zero-sum choice
to play a negative LoseLife-LoseLife Game
unless no nonzero-sum option has been more diplomatically learned
that we have not yet responsively tried.

The zero-sum “I must win” so “You must lose” of Either-Or bottom-line producer-over-consumer-oriented capitalism,
with competitive ownership rather than cooperative ownership WinLose assumptions,
is a sub-optimizing economic and political performer,
still trying to relearn our first-nature matriarch-nurturing health and safety.

Capitalism as might-makes-right evolutionary theory
is patriarchally LeftBrain dominantly deductively mislearned,
technologically over-shot,
ecologically over-grazed ecopolitical error
in its unmitigated incarnation
away from baseline cooperative matriarchal stewardship
and nurturing co-management roots.

Ecologic,
like sacred syncretic Logos and Mythos,
is prime relationally,
primally Original Matriarchal Source,
WinWin,
notnot zerosum,
for the same reason economic transactions
and politically positive relationships between kin,
extending out to neighbors
and those perceived more ambiguously as extending-extensive biological kin,
are rooted in continuous Left-Right ego/eco-balancing extensions
from co-empathic trust as positive and normative health-roots,
embryonically matriarch-regenerative,
while actively anti-pathic, sociopathic distrusts
are suboptimizingly negative and violently degenerative.

Economic-political distrust’s sole positive evolutionary function
is in decompositional hindsight,
to break poor outcomes down
into their devolving cause-effect interrelationships
over reiterative reactive time,
to remember how these healthy relationships and wealthy transactions
of equivalently grateful WinWin
pay-life-forward communication broke down,
or simply never fully emerged
due to socio-political and economic climates
of ego-over-competitive neglect.

“the conscious-unconscious [YoungerLeftYang-ElderRightYin] cooperative interplay
also applies in full to moral behaviors.
Moral [cooperative] behaviors are a skill set,
acquired over repeated practice sessions
and over a long time,
informed by consciously articulated [LeftBrain languaged] principles and reasons
but otherwise “second-natured”
[back and forth] into the cognitive [Left, Right] unconscious [balance].”
Antonio Demasio, “Self Comes To Mind, Constructing the [WinWin ReGenerative] Conscious Brain”, p. 287

“I see permaculture as
the use of [WinWin Game] systems thinking
and [notnot 0-cooperative] principles
that provide the organizing [regenerative-positive] framework
for implementing the above vision [of nutritional abundance].
It draws together the diverse ideas,
skills
and ways of [cooperative ownership as governing stewardship] living
which need to be [ecopolitically] rediscovered
and [regeneratively] developed
in order to empower us to move
from being [co]dependent consumers
to becoming [matriarchally] responsible
and [cooperative-]productive
[ecological WinWin] citizens.”
David Holmgren, “Permaculture: [Regenerative] Principles and Pathways Beyond [Competitive Non]Sustainability

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Extermination of Elder MultiCultures

A problem for more successful Nazi leaders
during the early exterminating 1940s
was what would they be
should they no longer have any reason to war against
the soon to be extinct Jews.

Yes, they were a nation of Aryan patriots for FatherLand,
wanting to prove themselves a species of Aryan Supremacists.
but, what is an Aryan supreme over,
when Earth becomes a NaziOnly Nest?

History proved the Nazis wrong
about their military supremacy,
but also about the creolizing democratization strength
of cooperative-regenerative Allies becoming together.

And, already in world history of cultural revolution stories,
even Nazi academics must soon begin to wonder,
Could we have developed Germanic-Aryan ethnicity
had there been no Judeo-Abrahamic creolization enculturation history?

I am concerned
that the U.S. Republican Nationalist Party’s Central Committee
faces a similar problem,
not about AntiSemitism, in particular,
but larger, more systemic, problems
of having only a
“What we are offendedly against”
economic and politically degenerative agenda.

When all Other nations and people and species and plants and Earth’s organic systems
do not look and smell and taste and feel and sound
like the MonoCultural Republican Nationalist Paternalistic Political Central Committee;
when all lesser beings have been put in our rightfully suppressed
and oppressed
and repressed degenerating extinguishing places,
what then?

Who would be left
that anyone could cooperatively trust
to build a more regeneratively healthy world,
much less merely One Elite-Predative WinLose Sustainable Empire?
There is no one left to lose,
except by playing not so nice
amongst their Other-destroying selves.

When political agendas
begin to look like menus
for who we will feed off next,
then essentially cooperative nutritional economies,
requiring deep, rich creole-nurturing norms and values,
curl up and eco-degeneratively die.

It’s called over-grazing,
monoculturing expansionism
toward ecopolitical Tipping Points
of elite-plutocrats left nakedly alone,
bereft of any proletariat ecosystemic fringe
of and for nurturing bootstraps.

RePublican OverDeGenerative Investors,
over-exposed to a very pissed off pathologically barren climate
of drought
and internally rabid
cannibalistic pestilence,
and then further disintegrating entropy
eventually re-emerge WinWin natural organic elements
with more trusting mirror-neural nurture natures
to try slow growth polyculturing re-developmental ecologic,
more democratic transnational climate-regions once again.

While Nationalist-Elitist Committees
continue their old-fashioned Eat or be Eaten survivalist mythos,
Earth continues Her wider WinWin platforms and parties
guilds and coalition networks
for eating and eco-nurturing together
is healthier than biting and tearing off alone.

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Breathing While Thinking

Yang unveils landscapes of textured thought
while Yin brings climates of swelling and ebbing feelings.

Together,
yin affective unconscious
with yang deductive conscious labels and language of natural,
and sometimes oddly unnatural, uncomfortable, relationships,
humane consciousness
searching for divine polypathic continuous timeless eternal flow
of further regenerativity
both discontinuous nutritional thoughts
and continuous maturing revolutions of co-arising
co-digesting feelings;
Yang discontinuous Ego-embodied
convex upon Earth’s historical stage,
yin continuously matriarchal ecologos
ecosystemic concave
within Earth’s herstorical narratives of embryonic feelings
surfing mists
where grey yin oceans
ambivalently blend flowing foggy yang sky.

Where Yang follows oppositional
Either this Or that categorization
into contrasting bipolarities,
Yin co-arises appositional
Both some of that And maybe some of this too,
comparative dipolarities.

Yang, if you are an evolutionary naturalist,
is health power of nutritional regenerativity,
while Yin nurtures symmetrical internal balance
of mutually safe co-digestive degeneration;
decomposition dipolar effacing regeneration.

If you are a PermaCulture Designer,
Yang is about the structure of your regeneratively-intending nutrition landscape,
while Yin notices the feeling climates of decompositional potential,
degenerative winter
co-arising regenerative diastatic climaxing regenerative summer,
self and other cooperative
interdependent polyculturing,
multiculturing political-health as eco-wealth,
in contrast to winter’s purgative monopoly of hibernation.

If you are a Universal-Unitarian,
Yang is your Ego’s universe-embodying health and safety world views,
while Yin is your more matriarchal-unitarian
nurturing defensive climates
of domestic integrity and cooperative tranquility;
Earth ecoconscious mercy with peacefilling ego-swelling-indwelling feelings.

This relationship between regenerative Yang
and degenerative, or decompositional, Yin
is easy to remember,
as easy as remembering to induct air into your lungs,
from Yin-purged toward Yang diastatic,
and then deducting out from Yang full-regenerated
toward Yin-degenerating.

Our breath is deductively toward Yin
and inductively toward Yang,
while our bicameral minds
are deductively LeftYang dominant
and inductive-affective feeling-Yin Right nurture-dominant.

YangLeft deductive ego-conscious universe-building,
while YinRight inductive uniting ecoconscious Earth-nurturing.

God the ReGenerative Father in,
Mother Earth decomposing waste out.
What is waste for Ego,
also nurtures the trees we have not yet killed,
landscapes of textured root-systemic thought production
as climates consuming ecopolitical feelings.

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