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Language Lens

Wordsmithing and living
are like communicating and loving
through a camera lens
when you could just lay down your language-camera,
to step into face-to-face space,
rather than stepping aside from present co-arising,
co-relational empathic moments of opportunity
and co-gravitating issues,
to choose instead to speak ex-cathedra
in what is an increasingly accessible rhetorical moment,
but decreasingly reading
emptying-out
echo-palace for noble and graceful poets,
our gods and goddesses with their sacred/mundane subjects,
to chat amongst ourselves.

Only nature photographers take us seriously as art;
not just over-commodified and domesticated smart.

Permaculture smithing and evoluting
are co-nutritional communication and loving
through bicamerally reiterative lenses
of Left Interior Ego Landscape
ecohosted by Elder Right Exterior EcoLogical Landscape,
therapy for regenerative planning and development.

In my Paradise
poets rule Interior Ego Reigns
while permacultural ecotherapists co-evolve self-governance
of Exterior CoOperative EcoClimates,
politically egalitarian
as economically co-op driven,
synergetic spacetime
balancing confluently elational energy;
learning to speak in mindful face to face
paced time and algae-surfing seaside rhythms.

Writing without experience,
outside experience,
beyond and abstracted from experience,
already takes God’s active-verbal name in vain
pursuits of beautiful correctness,
omitting primal wild
dipolar dialectic revolutions,
complex fractal-spiral regenerative icons,
metasystems of time’s folding formation
with fertile eco-function,
flowing back to Golden Elixir,
Rule,
and Proportional Thermodynamic Balance.

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Communitherapy

Active peace inquiry:

1. Here is how I understand what you said.

Does that sound right?

If not, please try again,

I’ll try to focus harder

because I care and hope to understand.

 

2. If yes, here is what fits

with how I understand myself

you

our home

our planet.

 

3. Here is what confuses me

about myself

you

our home

our planet.

 

4. I say this in full faith,

in mutual gratitude of namaste,

born of Earth,

to Her we return

for fertile healthy analogies,

therapeutic compost of

re-incarnating ergetic karma.

 

1.1 Our God of Polynomial Information;

Goddess of Non-Polynomial reversed information

as U is to -C

as +1 is to -0,

magnergetic binomial,

as Incarnated Self is

within Eternal Eco-Moment,

regenerating spacetime nest.

 

5. OK, who and what is next?

6. Namaste.

7. Here eternally

8. is how I co-prehend you…

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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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