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Vitamin D

I have a youngest sunny D
an improvising third of four
in third quarter beating maleness rhyme.

He wears the greatest many hats
but only one spirit-timed
Hippocratic
convocation
evocation.

He sings and shouts
C Major 7th inside voices
and outdoor D minor diminishments.

I have a youngest son named D,
improvising three for four
communicating RightBrain dominant
rhythmic looping sound vocations,
invocations
vacations
easier on my WiseElder
matriarchal years
counted in and by and with
AnimaMundi’s
robust
Plan D.

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When I Fall In Love

As my wife once taught me
Women knew all about trimming
and cleaning
an harvesting the fertile forests of Earth
long before I ever thought to depilate my back
and other parts.

As my wife continues teaching me
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels important
to more than just our reforesting relationship
and its odds of continuing
into future regenerative climaxes.

As my wife predicted,
I forget to carefully listen
until she culminates with climaxes.
And then she surely owns my belated attention.

The matriarch voice of my life
bewitches,
bothers,
and bewilders me
while we fall in love
we become ecopolitically out to lunch,
indefinitely,
reforesting and ecotherapizing
without fear or anger-marketing
about how to transcend vulnerable boundaries
to mutual empathic nakedness.

This matriarch voice and I
love (0)-sum WinWin reforesting
as health care co-operative wealth management
of mutually accessible climates
for spiraling regenerativity trends
externalized as Yang,
internalized reforesting,
reweaving waves of notnot Yin,
wu-wei,
RealTime 4D Ego/Eco-Balancing

Falling in love with Yin
all over again,
PermaCulturing Operas
sung and danced
while remembering
as my imaginary wife continues teaching me
Thought Experiments
through real fractal double-binary
informating
exgravitating
bilateral ecosystemic time.

I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels wu-wei important
to more than just our reforesting-deforesting relationship
and its odds of even continuing
into future
through past reweaving
regenerative climaxes.

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Precocious Liturgies

I’m going through my morning routine
still at least half asleep,
pondering what was I pondering?
while preparing morning meds
and showering my daughter,
helping her dress,
filling her snack pail
for her long school bus ride,
changing my son’s overnight diaper,
lotioning ashy skin,
tying shoe laces,
hers, mine, ours,
feet walking onto the bus,
hooking all four corners of her safety harness
and walking back toward our house
thinking
I’ve been up for an hour
and now I’m ready to begin my day.

What was that first hour?
Its quality of dream
heading toward future investments
in life as more full consciousness.
Consciousness of a different dream?
A different sense of identity?
A different quality of life fullness
in contrast to dreamy half-consciousness,
on back to less than half,
and then the alarm clock
too quickly buzzing louder
to interrupt
whatever it was that had felt so ponderous
pondering what I had been pondering
before I drifted back into sleep.

Self awareness,
self and sometimes also other consciousness,
has this liquid flowing quality
of investment in life
and disinvestment through dreaming,
loss of self-embodied awareness.

I wonder if life could feel richer
if cash followed this same investment in conscious flow preference
over disinvesting in interest paid for over-dreaming
together in WinLose (0)Sum assuming societies,
Eden economies of Paradise Lost,
Bodhisattva Warriors
tying each other’s shoes
as necessary co-investment
and physically possible
and ecologically optimal
to get to that part of our conscious warrior day
we can re-invest in deeper consciousness
loving together,
investing in our cooperatively-held healthy water,
and nurturing air for the grandkids
and the back yard chorus of birds
and their grandkids
to breathe,
and fire for cooking and heating, but not hating,
and retelling family and tribal recreation stories,
Earth’s continuing liturgical investments
in self with other nutritional flowing consciousness.

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Another Nanny Walk

I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
and Trumpettes
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
too gooey,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll away from True Patriarchal White Male empowerment.

Never minding Mother’s ecological sacred health
despite unfortunate economic risks of global holocaust pathologies
for our grandkids,
and their little sniveling co-dependent pets.

So let us not walk but march
in loud resonating silence.

Let us speak our claims for healthy presents
and pasts
and matriarchal networking
of and for cooperative future health investments,
yet also listen to our voiceless co-empathic silence,
together,
to gather all our therapeutic
iconic
MotherEarth powers of regeneration.

Let us both march through and around Washington’s squares,
yet also dance in twittering polypathic full-color circles
of sound
and color
and deep healthy ecosystemic nutritional sight.

Let us weep for impudent sons
competing for whom to grab next in smokey locker rooms,
yet also sing our anthems of multiculturing EarthMother love.

Let us lie down in deadly silent omission
of where our Business As Usual competing pathologies
will ominously unfold across each and every bicameral heart,
and also jump and shout our cooperative diastatic hopes,
polypathic faiths,
multiculturing loves
of health within
as without,
as humans
with divine MotherEarth;
ecotherapeutic potential
marching together,
not flying apart
to vote ever again
against Earth’s matriarchal potential for fully inclusive integrity.

Singing and dancing,
dreaming and listening,
marching in mutual mindful silence
until every sister
and her brother
remembers Never Again
Never Again
Never Again
will male supremacist locker room talk
prevail over matriarchal networks
of ecopolitically cooperative global health and safety.

EverMore
Matriarchs march
to conserve Earth’s healthy nurturing progress.

NeverAgain
mere competitions for Electoral College majorities.
EverMore
cooperative economic ecologos of Matriarchal EnWombed Collegiality,
nutritionally enriched consensus.

NeverAgain
conservative matriarchs
not also progressive feminists
for Earth’s political health
as polypathic multicultural full-spectrum safety,
primally known in and through Mother’s Sacred Womb
of interdependent diastasis,
cooperative permaculturing climax.

EverMore
Twitterish Trumpers are left too egocentrically behind,
balding blond old white rugged rough-rider men
without the Elder Wisdom their mothers and great grandmothers
could Full through New Moon share light with them
outside their smoke-filled emptying night timed echoing tombs
of cancerous LeftBrain Dominant klanish locker rooms.

Never Again
Never Again
speak of underpaid undernourished nagging Nanny Walks
as if each Nanny
were not also our Mother’s sacred Sisters,
marching where our patriarchal footprints of history
would healthier fall
to rise Earth’s nurture within-without again.

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Optimizing Family Life

Yes, it’s all about love,

and a highly proactive form of peace,

about both what’s fair,

and what’s also kind,

both long-term,

and right now.

It’s all about vocation,

and paying the bills,

and enjoying life as production

as well as healthy nutritional consumption.

Most certainly all of those things.

 

But, organic farmers and permaculture designers,

master gardeners and cooperative developers,

ministers and healers and therapists of all types,

from physical through mental through systemic information network designers,

might use some different language

to define this love and active peace with justice, fairness, kindness,

well-being optimization.

 

A metasystemically therapeutic,

synergizing,

energizing,

diastolically emergent,

enriching,

nutritionally optimizing individual,

couple,

family,

and/or EarthTribe,

grows economic mutually mentoring redeemers,

human natural ecologist cooperatives;

a permacultural/polycultural balancing

harmonic Beloved Community.

 

Note to fellow Fullerites:

Buckminster Fuller believed

synergy is the positive energy of ALL natural systems

as love is positive energy of human natural systems,

and, therefore,

these two words,

love and synergy,

are synonyms,

and ecologically analogous

within and between all systems.

Between-system transactions

are the functional roots of permacultural economics.

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Post-Millennial Parable

Once within our time,

SkyPrince and SunGod  talk,

as usual,

endlessly actually,

sending their radiant messages

out toward mutually gravitating receivers,

no Yins allowed.

SkyPrince wonders if SunGod might consider turning down his heat,

and wanders aloud as Sun burns enlightening minds,

“I’m worried about EarthGoddess,

she seems wilting

and actually melting on her polar caps.”

 

SunGod wishes this were funny,

or wrong,

just a mistake somehow,

maybe her time of this post-millennial period.

“Business As Usual,” echoes SunGod.

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

Climate change pathology evolves like wind through your air-brained

SkyPrince head.

Business As Usual!”

 

Meanwhile,

WaterPrincess keeps her primally balancing distance

from SunGod’s overheating reign.

Still,

very still,

too still,

she melts within EarthGoddess.

And, with her Earth’s diverse species

until EarthGoddess’ soil becomes dry as dust.

Her cooperative economic and ecological soul

unravels dishumanic culture,

preparing for her transmutation

into Yin’s cold hibernating cave

of deep ecological nightmares,

galloping full horsepowered,

feverishly racing racism,

to prove we are chickens in our own messy soup

melting together and flying apart.

WaterPrincess weeps and seeps down in to Earth’s Core

overheating compost’s ecotherapeutic heart.

 

SunGod notices WaterPrincess,

too frequently absent from his divine comedy.

“She fails to feel my good humored rays

of wise warm radiance.

This feels more feminist Left than justly Righteous”

glooms SunGod’s manic calculating ways.

He glimpses dissonant doubt

where his regenerative organisms had been competing virgins

to cooperative sex,

much less mutually maximizing economics,

or crystal mirror echoes of ecologic myth and language.

SunGod weeps and wilts his PrincessWater.

 

Earth Goddess succumbs toward SunGod’s redeeming shaded fears.

Her revolutionary octaves fill with pregnant repurpose

and rehabilitating permacultural designs of herstory.

Her justice joys his peaceful recommitment

toward balancing polycultural praxis.

Family ecotherapy wins our enculturing history.

 

YangGod kisses EarthYinGoddess

as Left deductive embraces Right inductive primal balance

as human nature competes to cooperatively regenerate

what nature coincidately incarnates

to sing full octaved Earth Day Opera,

remembering future tales of SunLeft equals EarthRights,

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

happily ever after now and here.

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