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Economic Rights, and Not So Much

Does nature have the right to fly?

Apparently so.

We certainly do perceive flight function

within aviary ethereal nature,

air-travelers.

 

Does human nature have the right to fly?

Apparently not.

Perceiving flight as functional,

organically possible

and probably fun,

however compelling to my imagination

my ego-centric memory recalls flight

only in my dreams,

where eco-logic and ego-centrism

seek my synchronicity.

 

What rights and wrongs,

rights and lefts,

goods and evils,

could nature have,

apart from humane nature?

Are nature’s rights confined by natural laws,

like winter must not follow spring,

nor morning follow noon?

Yet winter does follow spring,

with summer and fall between.

Next dawn’s morning follows this noon,

with afternoon, evening,

and starlit dreamy memories of flight between.

 

Nature’s temporal laws

are rights with spatial faces,

Earth’s rights our laws

of permacultured regeneration,

and dissonant entropy,

a Tao of binomial temporal balance

in which after always follows before

and beauty emerges from

uglier times, frequencies, dysfunctions,

noise, chaos, suffering.

 

Yang and Yin

sing out and in,

convex-concave,

positive radiant light and night’s ergetic gravity,

balanced Left and Right economic functions

with competition square rooted in mutual gratitude’s roots

for win-win creative cooperation,

self-perpetuating moments of eternal sanity,

as ego-normics give way to eco-logic,

and spring warms winter’s dissonance

as winter’s hibernation regenerates fall’s winnowed harvest.

 

Eco-normic rights and wrongs uncover,

nakedly displayed for all to see

in ecological balance,

our polycultured paradise,

where night flight soars

and daydreams roar

our mutual delight.

 

It seems easier to be heard accurately

when choosing to sing with others

while helping us float downstream

toward shared values;

than struggle to successfuly shout at others

about why they need to improve their swimming practice and intent

toward my own hegemonic values.

 

Mentoring eco-centric souls

with compassionately mindful egocentrist comprehension

of regeneratively formed systemic history,

and evolution,

and enculturation,

and learning,

and faith,

and trees,

OK, any informating system,

like gardens and forests

and days and nights together,

and Left and Right hemispheric processors,

and years, and species,

and evolutionary paradigms about everything,

especially the eco-logic of economics.

 

 

 

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Fun Home

For Robin Williams

 

This seems a funny time to die

right when everything stops working,

play disappears

with terminal humor.

So, is anyone left out there?

Is anyone home

devouring the last bite of this American pie?

 

I often laughed til I cried

addicted tears of joy

for faith in where we meet

our longing just to join.

 

I cannot belong here anymore.

Incarnation pulls and tears

addicted to this power of faith

we belong back together,

a jigsaw puzzle cast astray

with no pieces missing

except me, somehow

sometimes

some place?

 

Where is my place

when spacetime greys to fog

enclosing colored laughter

in joyless tomb of  mutual decomprehension?

 

This could be a happy time to die

a final song to reach front page

screaming waves of not so solemn

remembering

religioning

togathering Earth and Sky,

death with hope,

tear flowing night

of dark ecstatic be-longing.

 

If I could,

it it would be enough for you,

I would burn my soul

to reach you.

Could we laugh our soul

to teach us once belong a time?

 

Good morning, america…

this seems a funny time….

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