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Death Within Life

I have learned about external death,
absence of life,
found beyond this body’s borders of place and time,
outside Ego’s hunting season of here and now.
But, news to me,
whether good or bad I still can’t quite say
or think,
death lurking within,
stalking,
tempting,
discouraging,
dissonating,
decomposing,
deducing,
enthymematically implicating,
adventurously waiting for freestyle swimming
in polycultured octave lights and sound
of gravitating rainspiral frequencies,
soaring flight of dark-fearless insight.

We each evolve holons of SuperEco’s Universe,
RNA Identity,
interdependent
yet fully complete
within each eternal moment
of Prime Relationship
between space and time,
Yang and Yin,
Uracil and Cytosine,
Ego and darkly fertile Earth resonant Eco-Comprehension
Polyculturing Compost,
exegetical Commons of
mind and heart,
nature and spirit,
divine and human coincidental present,
Presence,
interdependent gift of karmic grace,
wu wei peace greeting
meeting just-sufficient
sublimely intimate exquisite forms
of Here and Now.

Internal death implies our more comprehensive integrity
of timelessly cooperative potential,
free of fear of siloed failure,
silent screaming dissonance,
diseased autonomy of heart
and eisegetic isolated mind.
Love as synergy of life and death,
confluence and dissonance;
lack of full metasystemic morphosis,
incomplete transductive love,
creates fantasies,
illusion and mythos,
language and liturgy,
mindful heartfelt freedom
limned and boundaried,
defined by incarnating power flow and function
in this time and place,
both dissonantly disturbing and warmly resonant narratives
unfolding culture’s nutrients,
hidden within history’s hard-bound evolving covers.

 

 

 

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Belover Communication

What purpose do I choose to live;

remaining aloof from evil practice and intent?

What meaning can we find for life

that could transcend our individual absence of identity?

Original Intent uncovers love’s revolutionary invitation

into mutual belonging.

 

What is this love, synergy, active peace-filling justice

of mindful compassion and contentment

here and now extending forward and backward

across all times and distinctions of identity?

 

Perfect love voids anger and fear,

confluent confidence overwhelmingly absorbing dissonance

as difference.

 

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target

through proactive and generously proportioned kindness,

pay-it-forward redemptive

contented

balanced Id/SuperEco value,

as Yin/Yang,

as double-binding negative vortex

over positive (0)-Soul Teleological Prime Relationship

of Tao.

 

Fear fades coincidentally

as love fulfills its trembling place,

grows naked without tools or weapons,

merely minds and hearts and bodies

as interdependent natural systems,

to transform our metamorphic place,

confining dissonating heat to sweaty race,

pace,

embrace,

and challenges intending long-term primal cooperation

within timeless all EcoEntity.

 

Edenic life ionically balancing ergodic recreation,

finding humor in ego’s hateful quaking,

double-binding double-negative monoculture

of Lose-Lose mutually mindless monopolistic dis-ecosystems.

All Yang,

no yin,

original over-deductive sin,

omitting half our good potential,

intuitively discovered as only half-bad,

not not Original Intent

of Polyculturally Multisystemic Harmony.

 

This prime relationship

between eco-logical mind and eco-normic heart

incarnates polypathically:

invest in what you and we all love most,

to disinvest in what we fear.

Multisystemically therapeutic,

like our human DNA-live organic relationships,

swallowing backward-evil monotemporal wrong directions,

biological folding and unfolding,

as passive-solar nuclear fusion of mind and heart.

Just-Right Vitamin D counteracts Despair.

 

Actively cooperative economic design,

intent,

assumptions,

fuel polyculturally multisystemic therapy,

as competitive Lose-Lose overly-sustained practices

feed anger,

silos of mortal fear,

suffering,

feeding into monopolistic

monochromatic

mindless

monocultures of Black Hole entropic misappropriation,

and socioeconomic pathology.

 

Black Hole economic competition

never ends with enough for ME.

Ecological binding cooperation

never ends without sufficiency for WE,

consumers and producers,

regenerators and redeemers.

 

If we don’t fly apart first,

we might learn to fly and swim together

in full-fueled nutritionally organic markets

with permaculturally optimized design,

square rooted in full-living values

appositionally tipping,

syncing,

swaying and dancing,

smooth-structured away from mortally feared dissonance,

WEself-identity immune pathology.

 

Within and on,

under and over,

before and after,

above and below

Midway’s  natural systemic Tao,

P=NP

as,

because,

equivalently,

coincidentally

Yang=ReverseYin.

 

Evil is to dissonant-revol…, eco-fear and echoing anger,

as live be lover;

as alien competitors

absorb ionic re-balancing mutual redeemers.

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Life’s Midway

Our body is only a cloak;

seek the one who has dressed you,

heed not the dress.

Midway means nothing to infinity.

 

When totally immersed in pursuits that you love,

illness and pain won’t distract you.

Midway means nothing to infinity.

 

I wonder why when a bird 

clearly sees the trap laid out for her,

she’s still drawn to fly straight in!

Midway means nothing to infinity.

Rumi (M Mafi translation)

 

Midway means nothing (0) to binomial time,

captured between a polynomial past and  not-so-unpredictably resolving,

resonantly revolutionary,

mutually redemptive future,

where science religions polycultural metrics of infinitely wise and lovely bodies

discovering Interior Landscape’s analogical ecology of evolution v. revolution,

diastatic compost mirroring and absorbing Earth’s nutrient streams and flows,

functions and (0)-core frequencies

of energy and life,

development and design,

decomposition and regenesis,

organically fertilized farming

Prime Relationships of loving peace-filled fairness

in Beloved Climax Communities.

 

Space means nothing to Time, as

Midway means nothing to Infinity,

as Midway equals Polynomial +Left-Deductive

reiteratively dancing with(-)(-)Polynomial (-)Right-Inductive,

as Yang-convex + Yin-concave = [(0)logic Tao]

balances Infinity’s Prime Relationship

between Here and Now  cooperative economic ecologic,

meeting Economic Design CQI,

Globally Synergetic Optimization,

Natural System Development Standards

of ecotherapeutic orthopraxis

thermodynamic balance

and electromagnetic 4-equivalent dimensional spacetime Commons function.

 

Adults grow from children

deep learning prime relationship

between isolating comedic ridicule

and mutually humored information

emerging from both self and other,

confluently sometimes,

while other times only through sustained cognitive dissonance,

hard birthing events,

yet both confluent Yang/Yin harmony

and dissonant Yang-dominance

unveil redemptive merit

for polyparadigmatic comprehension of other complex

chaotic

stressful

discontented love relationships.

 

Shared joy and beauty and goodness and wisdom

multisystemically regenerate

when polyculturally analyzed and decomposed

discussed and discerned

remembered and reconnected and religioned

reflected and redeemed

with karmic grace intent,

grateful noticing as-is here and now,

cooperatively redemptive practice,

mutually mentoring synergetic design,

incarnating Boddhisatva Messiahs and Prophets,

Teachers who are first EcoTherapeutic Listeners,

thus permaculturing orthopractors.

 

Zero Space is Infinite Time

at Her best

wisely resonant Beauty

YangBeing what we are YinBecoming-Balanced

diastatically enculturing internal Climax Communities,

both YangJustStrength and YinOrganicBeauty EcoTherapists

enjoying our ride,

avoiding “I am Ego-Special” feelings

if only because catastrophic paranoia and megalomania both grow contagiously sad and angry,

slowly

transitioning

returning to a self-regenerating dream of

Beloved Community Teleology and Orthopraxis

of active peace absorbing issues of lack-of-time fears

such as mortality and death and climatic survival

as something darker than a shadow chasing Infinite Light

and Midway as something other than this revolving ride between

our SuperEco One,

our Love,

our Contentment,

our being and belonging

where Here greets Now greets Here

eternal cooperative economic ecotherapeutic information

redundantly  and inclusively unfolding

enculturing

binomial/binary un-double-knotting systemic QBit string

of prime fractal-telecometric Beloved Community.

 

Midway is nothing to Infinity

as (-)(-) balancing information-bits grow everytimely

ecotherapeutic (+) prime Eulerian relationship function,

(0) Core Vector/Vortex Fullerian crystal-fractal spacetime.

 

Id is nothing to SuperEco

as ego-centrism confluently optimizes resonance

with Right-brained eco-natural systemic encoded DNA/RNA

SuperEco Metric Regenerative Optimization Systems,

both thermodynamic and electromagnetic.

 

Here is nothing to Now

as Now is Comprehensive Coincident Intelligence

regenerating SuperEco Tao.

 

Fear is nothing to Love

as Love loses everything to Fear of Time’s Unresolved Absence,

as Absence of Fear enculturates Beloved Communities,

Exterior/Interior Prime (0)-sum Balancing Cooperative Landscapes.

 

Here means everything to Now

as Midway means nothing to Infinity

unfolding permaculturing past

enfolding polycultural future promise.

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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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Active Peace

Polycultural and permacultural,

space and time growth of human communication,

information systems,

common understanding,

Commons economics,

and ultimate integrity of all human concern

and evolution’s informed coordination,

coincidental endosymbiotic cooperation,

karmic incarnation,

of love’s redemptive initiatives–

these harvest active peace.

 

Anger dissipates without an enemy to target

through acts of kindness.

Fear fades coincidentally

as strong-tempered love fulfills its trembling place,

transformed polymorphic place,

Edenic life ionically balancing,

finding humor in ego’s hateful quaking

monoculturing systemic dissipation.

 

All Yang,

no Yin,

original sin,

not Original Intent

of polyculturally balanced

Prime Principle of Universal EcoLogic.

 

Indeed,

P must reverse-valent NP,

as Yang reverses Yin,

as Tao’s enculturing skin economically responds

to namaste invitations from sunlight’s Vitamin D.

 

Photosynthesis enlightens binomial polycultures

and regenetic string theory.

Anger and fear burn monopolistically synaptic,

like sunlight on unprotected skin,

when and where

perma- and poly-

P does not

unfortunately

equal NP.

 

Baptism is to water and air systems

as photosynthesis is to light and soil rooting systems

as yang is to binomial implicating yin,

thusly thereforeversomuchly,

(and exhaustedly)

P DOES = NP!!!

so let’s move on with this Green Revolution

of active peace.

 

I need a nappy.

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When Bears and Pigs Fly

Fear and violence and guilty judgment

display synaptically sharp,

competing “Loser!” skittish economies.

Love and active peace sustain buoyance,

resilience,

robustly revolving away

from red skies of mourning;

cooperatively mutual Win-Win

ecology of evolution.

 

You want so badly to fly your competing belief kites,

and faith,

for your string to remain confidently taut,

vibrantly humming and singing your self-righteousness,

intrinsic value and merit,

for your eisegesis to transcend up and out

catching our multi-cultural wind,

decomposing old ways of competing

as we bow to your better judgment,

declaring your Orthodox wisdom kite

the Winner!

 

Still,

your kite won’t fly this way,

or hasn’t after all these frustrating

lean growing years of learning your faith

in competing paradigms,

where one must be more right,

the best kite,

but really not just the best,

because you would love to obliterate

all inkiting competition.

Your self-righteous judgment

reads and studies why you must be elite

to lead us losers behind.

 

Meanwhile, some of us are relearning,

re-ligioning,

reconnecting,

reweaving kites flying best together

like wedges of geese

balanced and resiliently squawking

our glad tidings,

“It’s warmer south,

and colder north,

and vice versa,

depending on which habitual hemisphere

you dominantly favor.”

 

Together we catch post-millennial wind

to soar our joyously cooperating kites,

a Golden self-regenerative economy of inclusive grace.

 

If your eisegetical kite won’t fly right,

if your EarthTribe can’t hear or understand

or care about what you have to proclaim,

listen deeper

to find how high

your kite might float

in richer racing flowstreams,

as positive deviant diversity

among mutually mentoring companions,

quacking our coincidental ecologic.

 

We find each Other’s incarnated contours,

adjusting,

nuancing,

merging one breath,

two resonant heartbeat kites,

then three….

 

Then rise to fly apart.

 

Floating back,

breathe,

sustain mutual listening,

sync-rhythmic vibrant revolution

spiraling up and away,

soaring eastern harmonies,

dancing inkited breeze.

 

Left-Right well-bowed bicameral sparring confluence

balancing peace

toward mutual gratitude,

centering mindfulness soaring regeneratively up

reducing tipping-tail dissonance and stress,

waving down to smile this namaste.

 

Leaning left proposes inspiration,

flexing right disposes expiration,

together swelling prime (0) spinal soul,

our permacultural kite-fly system

fractally equivalent encoding,

air-born swimming,

interdependent open systemic balance,

which was our Original Intent,

to reach up toward bicameral balancing flight,

as Left breathes in

Right breathes back out as gift to Earth,

with positively positioning

evolutionary gratitude.

 

Breathing out what you breathe in,

breathing in what you breath out,

inspiring information,

expiring exformation,

my Yang inhale our Yin exhale,

my Yin exhale our Yang inhale,

balancing (0)-sum ecologic stress,

flying our long-taled nest.

 

 

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Red Sky At Night…

Once upon a nightime grim

all creatures of Earth dreamed

our Mother was not enough for everyone,

just “me.”

 

This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out

dark implications:

Earth is insufficient for our needs!

We live in Closed Systems of immunity,

heading toward decay!

EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!

I am not enough, yet!

I do not have enough, yet!

When someone grabs from me

they steal from my self-identity!

Grab back!

When someone strikes and hits to hurt,

is mean to those I care about,

I hit back!

with self-righteous flashing anger,

equity and integrity mere dormant values.

They must learn

or I may perish!

 

With such dark dreams

our primal twins,

Yang and Yin,

thrashed about in tangled sheets

each unaware of Other’s parallel flight

within this blue-black brackish night,

til Yang whacked Yin upside the head

completely unaware of how this would unfold.

So Yin hit back in fright

and soon this ruckus raised a violent alarm

among their household, neighbors, Tribe.

This outrage spread

sweeping across land and oceans

then back again to where it all began

until exhausted and dark bruised

all earthbound life fell down unconscious.

 

Within this loss of self-defense,

our open-handed peaceful nest,

dawn quietly crept toward abundant light

for all to feel and hear and touch

her sobbing singing warming beauty.

Scent of sun-baked cotton sheets

invites Yin’s eyes to uncover sight

of radiant light

abundantly growing nutrient wealth,

a yeasty compost sustaining interweaving life,

incarnating karmic response to each species’ evolving wants

and worthy hope.

 

As her awareness of Earth’s vast creation

lit her eyes of self-discovery

dawn’s diastasis filled hearts and minds

of all coincidental early risers.

We woke uncovered to discover immensity of life

and color swarming far beyond our needs,

nutrients absorbed for taste, and touch, and scent, and sound,

and sight, freely accessed to fit each synchronic need,

each longing to belong,

each Self fading into and out of Other,

sufficient place for each species’ time and space.

Last night’s primal screams of insufficiency replaced

by dawn’s ecology of karmic grace.

 

Yang woke alarmed at loss of cover.

His arms flew out to hide his fall

from dawn’s radical gift of generosity

and harmonic praxis.

And, in so doing, he hit Yin’s head.

This blow did smart

but seeded tears of redeemer healing.

Yin justly smiled and absorbed around

reminding Yang she is his graceful mentor

interpreting his dreams.

 

She sang with harmony enveloping unredeemed dissonance and disease,

hope for suffering and insanity’s dark lessons,

dawn’s well-lit vocation for us all

softly individuating within Earth’s optimizing life,

all brittle boundaries of mutual immunity

relaxing into resonance.

 

In this Transition Time from dark competing violence,

we remain cooperatively nested within Earth’s well-being,

so, dear Yang,

return toward redemptive rest,

regenerating memory seeds,

stringing songs dancing back,

back to stardust’s Ecologic Elders.

 

Fear and violence display synaptically sharp;

competitive “Loser!” economies;

love’s justice peace remains buoyant, resilient, robustly evolving

cooperating mutual winner revolution

away from red skies of mourning.

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Face to Face Reweaving

I remember feeling special

hoping for a path beyond the Law of reason

with shamanic powers

to grasp and change

and save myself,

my family from death,

uninvited decay and dissonance.

 

Owl came to whisper

“Shaman-child, be born again”

I was afraid to die with Her.

Purgation feels wrong and putrid,

an offense to creating hope and faith.

This death would be too common

for my Self-potential Shaman.

 

Bear came to teach me

hibernation’s coincidental embrace,

and not death.

My cave of fear is where I sleep

until spacetime is ready

to call forth one of her eternal pearls.

One among all, each with our place

and time to shine

smooth-structured

fluid,

a reincarnating pearl

well-strung strong

in harmonious round octave

to carry forth our future

pearl of paradise.

 

Yet still I want and wait and balk and fear

disgraced ungrateful,

ungraced disgrateful,

wishing victory for my silent cave

of dark potential integrity.

If I could make it so

I would,

to call out Spring of hope at last

our season of regenesis,

but are we ready?

So still I wait and balk and fear.

I confuse my faith

with our self-consciousness.

 

Raven calls the Shaman call

within Elder cave’s cell-consciousness;

regenesis is always near

between tomorrow and right now.

We are only this integrity,

Eternal Moment’s potentiality

toward vast polyculturant affection

through present’s winnowing comparison

with past negative effects.

Shared black silo of fearful smothering

alone without relationship to space or time.

Turn around.

Our positive pilgrimage rises convexly,

together toward expanding solidarity.

 

With obedient trepidation

I face about to face the face

Other knows about,

with timid voice, I hesitate,

“Does the Shaman assembly accept your verdict?”

 

It’s not my place to speak this way

but silence screams back to me

“Okay.”

 

More confident with building hope

“Does our shamanic assembly accept our verdict?”

Again the reconnecting cave of reconciliating

silent wisdom string

stretching back through cultured history of pearls.

 

Incarnating faith,

with graceful dance of presence,

“Do we accept present integrity

of future’s positive promise?”

I sing our dance

reechoing strings of eco-normic pearls

toward future’s present past.

 

Permacultured pearls prance prescient presence.

 

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Sibling Tree

What will happen next?

she said.

And why.

he asked,

and so it went all day.

“What’s next?” she asked.

“And why?” he said.

 

Let’s climb a tree and learn it home;

safe place to grow a branch for flight

to fly through night and dream all day.

To pretend at work,

not work to play.

 

Why screw around?

Is flight not real?

And working play feels play-full

when trees are true

and branches balance birdnests

floating toward this stringish green-field Earth.

 

I fear what will happen next

she asks.

And why

he says.

and so it goes through life.

“What’s next?” she fears.

“And why?” he fails to reassure.

 

Let’s build a house high as the sky.

We’ll play on clouds and they on us

til vegeburgers rain like cars

too fast to find us

high above this tangled weedish plot.

 

Clouds feel good for rest

but not for forts.

The sun burns clouds like cars burn trees.

Let’s fall beneath a flower pot

and kiss her rooted tendrils

to grow full measured

good and true and real and wondrous

shade trees gracing fertile plots.

 

What will happen next?

she asks.

And why? he asks again.

And so it goes.

What’s next…

Why?…

 

Dedication: To Kerry

7/13/2014

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