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Home Shopping Interview

Shopping for a house,
hunting for a spouse,
same difference.

Do I want to only look at new ones,
never been used,
or is that a too-restrictive market,
too high-priced for domestic virginity?

I’d rather shop in a wider market,
someplace gently used,
well maintained,
someone with smooth varnished natural hardwood,
rich in character
and not the smell of new paint
when I could have wisteria and roses
lavender and mint
sage and dill
wafting through his big brown
or blue
or grey
or hazel open windows.

Houses and spouses,
if they’re not bringing you security and pleasure
then that’s a contract violation
and time to think about a divorce
so they can get back in the market
for a better fit with changing times and circumstances;
not stuck with a decade ago,
or two,
you’ve both changed.

Your needs and wants and preferences evolve,
while your spouse/house may feel
boxed in, no room for additions,
lack of flexible floor plan,
or any kind of plan,
too big or too small,
it happens,
you’ve changed your definition of paradise
and its not who you’re still living in.

The spouse/house seems entrenched in incompatibility,
it has only grown older, not better,
more cracks in the plaster,
wear in the rug,
missing more shingles on the roof,
the view from outside looks like a weed patch,
and you had intended to mortgage paradise.

While shopping used expands your market
it also comes with baggage,
crap in the attic
and stuff in the basement
others left behind.
All that good and/or bad karma
is yours for a down payment
but not part of what you bargain for.

What if somebody was murdered in here?
What if he’s swimming in toxic carcinogens,
tumorous habits
growing mold and fat deposits under the roof?

What is your house/spouse’s experience with abuse,
neglect,
deferred maintenance?

I’ve developed this list of questions
I would like to ask prior co-habitors,
before signing either a marriage or mortgage contract:
Why are the two of you going your separate ways?
Was this your decision
or did it feel more like your house/spouse
gave you no choice?

If it was your choice,
if you have moved on to something more to your liking,
rather than slinking away from a smelly situation,
then what does your current relationship offer you
by way of contentment,
peace with some justice,
that is lacking in my prospective investment?
If you don’t mind my asking?

Perhaps there were reasons
unrelated to your domestic satisfaction,
or lack thereof.
Maybe you couldn’t afford your house/spouse anymore?
Is he high maintenance, do you think?
Too heavily taxing,
bleeding you through inflated costs of living
and gaming?

Are there problems in the neighborhood
extended family
that I should know about?

Does the plumbing still work?
Are the lights on but nobody’s home?
Would you recommend your house/spouse
to your best in-the-market friend?
Why or why not?

What interior
and exterior landscape
and design issues did you have?
Is this a job for a barber or a bulldozer,
a therapist or a demolition contractor?
What did you find were your house/spouse’s interior
and exterior strengths for future development?
With your lived-in experience,
who do you think would be the ideal domestic partner
for your former home?
And, don’t just say it would be me
because you’re tired of the alimortgage payments.

Seems like if they’re not f***in’ with you
then they’re bleeding you blind,
or both.
But,
when they play nice,
inside and outside,
then I can’t imagine why
anybody would mortgage with me.

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ReGenesis Project Council

Earth’s diverse Trees of Tribes
mentor ecotherapy with me,
EcoWe,
echoing sighing resonant waves of wisdom
surfing through lunar waxing-waning forests
of humanly divine burning nuclear bushes.

Show me,
unveil We,
boundary wu-wei issues
waving functions and frequencies,
tipping wild-flowering forms with full-color frequencies,
soaring summer’s Yangish fired threat of melting ashes,
sawdust outcomes
without winter’s quenching white snow and ice-packed
hypothermic branches of purgation
dry-rooting hibernation,
composting Autumn’s ReGenesis windfall harvest
from Spring’s succulent soil
decomposing well-being eco-therapeutic nutrients.

Growing new council ribbon-rings in this EarthTribe Tree,
new leaves of wild grass-fed hope,
new polyculturing metamorphing
Beloved Climax Community Development Organic Compost,
newly incarnating through multisystemic ReGenesis Projects,
ecotherapeutic grace,
responsively coincidental tree hierarchies
reversed appositionally and synergetically
in bipolar-balancing root systemic
negative-binomial structures,
nutrition-compost networks of bionic information,
positive with negative images, analogy, ecological systems,
resolving reverse-e-v-i-L dissonant non-relational place,
non-polynomial race toward ;dispositive entropy.

New rings emerge newly resonant flows and flues,
flutes and fruits,
new frowns but also newly ripening fruit
for Eden’s permaculturing harvest,
then seeding yet another ring.
Ecological Yin-virtue resolvantly sings incarnating,
inviting and absorbing,
economically slow-growth sustainable Yang-value branches.
SuperEco’s lunar cycling virtues,
incarnating eco-normically optimizing solar-fusing systemic values.

How could Earth’s Trees and Tribes not care enough
to enter
mentor
my world’s story,
my Self-Other Trees of Life Story?
Why do I struggle to care enough
to new you in to my full-moon dreams
of flight and permaculturing fantasy,
analogies of new through old negative-positive relational design,
unbranching paradigms and generations
racing straight through core rooted
universal space and time?

I love our wild yeast willingness to evolve
active resonance and peaceful swaying branches,
songs and dances,
but can’t say the same for overly domesticated
deductive
commodified
left-brain dominant willfullness
to exchange our SuperEco belonging
for side-by-side struggling
and discontenting ego-fulfillment longing,
failing to see and hear and feel karma’s becoming
with incarnate natural, organic, simple,
actively peaceful and contenting-informing
poly-confluent Being.

Primal Being together here with now
feeds my soul to yours,
and ours to mine to ours refined,
organic compost
sublime breakfast
wild Being escaping Left-brained dominance
with stir-flying race toward more balanced integrity,
natural brown nice nutrients and green cycles and systems
and language and comprehensive growth of powerful eco-values,
self-optimizing,
regenerative,
folding
mentoring our stories and praxis and intent with mutual care,
polycultural council of natural permaculturing wisdom.

We try and test and stretch,
tip and trim our tabs
to see and hear and feel beyond the end
of our egocentric noses and dicks,
hearts and minds,
especially with those with whom we live,
those who show me day to day
ebbs and flows of feelings
and energy,
faith and despair,
patients and patience,
and not-so-much,
timely cosmic-humor balancing awareness.

Why do we each and all together share this life expanding stretch?
If we can grow our SuperEco
compassionately mindful love
at home,
within ourselves and among our familial friendly selves,
for our highly amusing ego-tipping and flowing
swimming flights toward active peace within-without,
then among our friends,
then our vocational relationships to Earth
and all EarthTribe Species,
then our Omega Points coincidentally and synergetically
to Here and Now full living
as Yang with Yin’s optimal
Left-Right balancing belonging,
Left’s convex productive leaves and branches,
seeding Right’s concavely enculturing
(0)-core root natural SuperEco-MetaSystem,
ReGenesis DNA Composing Project,
foresting trees of reconnecting
intuiting-inductive
conductive contenting
logos informating co-intelligence council.

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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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Heads Will Roll with Laughter

What to do,

how respond,

to totalitarian tyranny in someone else’s home

or community

or economy?

 

OK, good question, I hope,

yet with ample precedent in polycultural battles

to attain harmonious balance

where we have become monopolistically lost.

 

What do you do,

how respond,

to monocultural stimuli advancing in your own heart,

across your backyard?

When death stalks you,

declares you alien to life’s current probabilities

of rationally redeeming praxis,

when your friends recognize your karma

arcing from past memories

inviting evolution’s highly personal fragile future?

 

What do you do when you fear

your ego and relationships of love,

and sometimes even faint suggestion of domestic peace,

may realistically be at an unwelcome end?

 

I tend to ask myself,

then those around me,

profoundly wise questions:

Have I done something to tick you off?

Why this tyranny,

where is the winning function of decay,

mayhem, mercenary merciless mob

thuggish behavior?

 

Who is winning what in this long-hot summer

of monopolistic habits, norms,

assumptions of egocentric,

rather than ecologic,

zero-sum lose-lose strategies

and principles of economics?

Who designed such chaos?

 

And, my answer always echoes

resoundingly back across our Eternal Transitional Moment,

“no one,

this is a fool’s game we witness.”

 

So, whether this totalitarian monocultural weedpatch

of a socioeconomic culture is your own

or your neighbor’s

or your larger DNA/RNA-rooted and regenerative cousins

trees

seas

stardust Elders,

if you know them as interdependent relationships

within EcoTherapeutic Praxis

we mentor with, by, and for each Other,

continue to water your cooperative flowers

and ignore that violent weedish autocrat

suffering from too much yang,

too little yin flexibility and graceful mind

and inclusively grateful breath.

 

If you can’t win them back,

join them in laughter at ourselves

for being such an autistically exclusive species,

distracted by our own solar spots and days gone solo,

we forget we’re all in our mess together,

whether we aim ballistics at eco-systemic hearts,

and wallets, and purses,

and values,

or not.

 

When my teenagers cannot believe they need not fear me,

because my actions tell them otherwise,

according to their diverse abilities,

they laugh with me.

This laughter always surprises

I cannot retain my fear and anger,

but maybe a little suffering,

and my daughter shuns me,

and my older sons ask me what is my problem?

 

It helps when they remember to ask with kindness

and patience with my pain and fear

and cherished suffering.

 

So, why not a simple email from one head of state,

tribe,

community,

household,

to Other:

I can see you are suffering catastrophic loss

of wealth and happiness,

your nutrients are leaking,

your polycultures fade

and your monocultural trend is sharply rising,

how can we help?

 

Sometimes I’m in no mood to talk.

I want to hang on to my suffering,

to fully harvest its positive lessons.

Sometimes I’m in a mood

to not tolerate shunning

from Ms. Oppositional Daughter,

but my son who cannot speak,

understands no language beyond rhythm and resonance,

language as music in personal keys and chords,

when he laughs at my vast righteousness,

I melt and wilt

to join his polycultural revolution

of atmosphere

attention

primal assumption of mutual gratitude,

we will always laugh together

as we have throughout our incarnations.
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