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Sensual Hearts and Flaming Flowers

You’re the flame around my heart,
am I still your smile
when we’re apart?

As you leave your flame flares up,
but when I look into your face,
I miss your fuel-fired smiling fart.

If you’re my fire
where were you before my first flame?
What were you before in me?

After your last flame
returns from where it came
what remains but primal memory?

Although our flames elapse and change,
consume and exhale in recessed waves,
are you this same fire
from first consuming flame
through our last expiring rest?

Other than your warm body
of Earth’s wavey-rational co-gravitation,
how are we not the same fire
I watched expire last night?

How do fire storms and tsunami
earthquakes with family landslides
measure life’s self-reflective Time?

Our flame of hearts
hide co-viral souls
all the same
in some primal ways,
yet more interesting in our difference
through other times and sacred places,
heartflow space
as nature’s species
emerging fertile trends
with despairing ends,
encultured Trees of Life
as discultured Root Systems of DeComposing Death,
inducing memories of good flame health
interrupted by time’s double-present boundary,
pathology of absent loss of breath.

Is this how our flame of love
is sacredly Sun’s same zero-Soul?
yet mundane nature’s
more uniquely DNA identified
absence of warm love
and peaceful pastures?

Flames co-arise up and down
to up and out evolve again
another day of shared reiterative memory,
another season,
another moment,
another spacetime advent toward
regene-culturing well-fired outcomes
of prime temporal co-relations,
Yang poli-flame emergent hearts,
as YinYin co-rising-gravitating economics
of fire’s all-consuming productive flow,
(0)-soul bicameral permaculture,
healthy well-balanced compost,
burning nutrients of air and soil,
mixing internal neuronic-neutronic DNA-treated-water
baptizing RNA-treated breaths
of inhaling/exhaling Sun greets Earth ecology.

Wavey flames with nutrient fuel
form co-arising hearts,
Prime Relationships
so zero-centric strong
mere zen-dipolar intent
raises Yang’s full-power flame
with YinYin fertile RNA-fractal balanced flow,
WinWin CoRelational Balancing
zippy hearts against wilting flowers,
YangUracil’s optimizing CQI health-trend
regenerating midway fire.

Your flame inhales and exhales
smiling DNA Yang,
reversing notnot smiling-aptic reverse-trend LoseLose,
my ecofertile flow fuels spirit flames,
sensual breaths,
co-empathic smiles
toward RNA equivalent tempered WinWin Balance,
co-gravitating flames Right-ebb
as Left Positive Psychology flow
of co-arising dialectic health
(0)Rigin as (0)Mega OrthoPraxis,
cooperative bicameral health of flames
love to smell and grow together.

You’re the flame around my bicameral heart,
am I still your bilaterally co-gravitating smile,
when we’re apart?

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Weeping Trees of Life

My tree of life too often weeps

willowing down toward grounded roots

sustaining all this weight of history.

 

Our tree of life grows up and down,

a tree of cultured composting ground

up through tiny reaching tendrils

laced to root-unwinding system growth,

up toward light and air and breeze

and full-bloomed flower of polyculturing praise.

 

My life tree weeps for fear of death

tear-seeds reining in my soul

winking down through fertile ground

where springs bring hope of day.

 

Not all trees are weeping trees.

We tend to grow near watered streams

flooding nutrintegritative souls

awash in tears

informed by years of self-encultured

sadness ignored by upright stretch

of stronger Yangish stuff,

with dryer roots.

 

My tree of life too often weeps

to grow up as an oak

filled willow to reach around this Earth

and dance with roots

gracefully embracing soulfilled

gravitating rhythms

of regenesis.

 

My tree of life too often weeps to grow.

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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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Man/Sha Legends

Dr. Heron’s Re-Ligioning Response

As Dr. Beaver was so laboriously trying to say, life is a rhetorical field of potential relationship strings, diastatically enfolding, emerging from monocultural boundaries precessively and binomially, as enthymematic self-regenerative communication/information strings, coded and decoded and recoded in our bicameral information processors. There are external and internal rhetorical fields, eisegetical and exegetical. These can lead to endosymbiotic or ectosymbiotic evolution of the species, paradigm, population, or person.

Enthymematic communication outcomes are sustained, healthy relationships, characterized by peace and justice, mindfulness, mutual gratitude and compassion. The Permacultured Golden Rule is amply applied by all parties in these rhetorical re-ligioning string–communities and conversations and cultures. Each life, moment, person, day, unfolds within a rhetorical field of potential relationships. Some seeds sprout roots in confluently permacultured nutrient balanced, and enriched soil, others, well….not so much.

And yet the diastatic Codex within each seed is itself (0) Core vectored and binomially strictioned, 4-Based RNA development responsive, appreciative, endosynergetically poised for enthymematic overtures from confluent nutrition streams, through tender square-rooted tendrils reaching toward optimal positive confluent sources of continuing light. Some root systems must be much more robust, resilient, indigenously, intuitively adept toward permacultured wealth deposits due to barren environmental soil conditions of birth. We call this poverty and its experience as one of living on the margins of survive-to-thrive, or not; marginalization. That’s why all religions advocate that everybody just needs to do the best s/he can and why we expect more of those who have more. ┬áThese are reverse views of the same balanced peace and justice standard.

Enthymematically engorged seeds tend to produce more robust and resilient strings of development,

branches on the Eternal Moment’s incarnated Tree of Life;

this moment now,

this life and place here,

that community of relationships over there,

supporting a cultured self-identity,

an individuated info/communication string/branch from permacultured roots,

code,

and nutritious soil,

producing flexible and full-hearted compassion

and mindful string plant-systems

flowering,

flowing,

with new moments,

awareness,

understanding,

comprehension,

nutritious relationships,

development,

learning,

creation of flowered abundance,

ectosymbiotically fertilized by a grateful synergy of need and desire

for flower’s seeds of regeneration,

falling to enrich nutrient soils,

feeding the next generation’s permacultured revolution

within our universally shared

rhetorically eternal

field of synergetic permacultured strings,

plants,

branches,

cross-rooted in value-seeded,

(0)-soul informed

therapeutically enriched soil.

 

Finally got to the dirty part….

 

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