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
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,
as economically co-op driven,
balancing confluently elational energy;
learning to speak in mindful face to face
paced time and algae-surfing seaside rhythms.
Writing without 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,
and Proportional Thermodynamic Balance.