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Fear of Death Meets Love of Beloved Life

Freedom from Ego’s death
vistas freedom to eternally recycle Eco’s love for life.

Freedom from competing and hoarding,
envy and jealousy,
craving and Ego’s negatively deduced attachments,
re-presents freedom to fully and deeply
design and deploy,
incubate and cultivate and develop Love’s Co-Operative,
Eco-Solidarity.

Freedom from I-Win so You-Lose Dominator Game Identity
reverses ecosystemic freedoms
toward optimally double-Yin Win-Win CoRegenerator,
born again Earth’s salvation,
esoteric Eco-Terra Tribe of Permaculturists.

Beloved Community dreams incarnating
swimming freestyle flight
from dawn through night
greet eternal twilight’s warm right
evolving double-binding bright ecstatic light,
within identifying without within
just right.

Ego’s fear drains deadly stasis,
until Dominator Ego graces Midway Ego’s Eco-Identity,
love as life flows Eco-Fully,
Earth’s DNA kinutopia.

Fear fertilizes
as anger cultivates functional ego-ionic contraction,
purgation,
reverse-yang force.
Love revolves functional diastasis,
Beloved Climax Polyculturing RNA/DNA Inclusive Community,
reverse double-bound grace-filling information
open-sesame systemic,
full yinyin Win-Win economic ecologic flow.

“Death” and “Life” confuse Ego’s valley volleying language
for Echo’s recycling resonantly resolvant syntax,
universal radiant co-gravitational breath,
deducting Yang inhale dominance
to co-operatively induct YinYin’s binomial exhale.

If fear of love is Quirky,
then love of fear is double-qubitishly Dark.

 

Note: The reference at the end is to quirks and double-qits as in http://www.billlaportebryan.com “Theory of Everything”. I believe what Laporte-Bryan calls “qits” are what others call qubits, but qits, unlike qubits, are quintessentially binomial boundary, temporal-only, placeholder function, which appear as a prime-binary, mutually heuristic balanced divide, in digital organization of analogical information. If so, then “polynomial” information is also, more specifically, quintessentially binomial-co-relational, temporally-coincidental, information. This may also be related to larger issues within paradox and language about why double-negative information is redundantly dipolar with positive information, and why Not-Not Polynomial Iconic Language as algorithm is formally equivalent to Polynomial (Positively-expressed Binomial) Language. See the Clay Math Challenge, P v. NP.

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Bun Dance Season

I could not be me without you,
nor you without me,
as “I”,
you see,
we’re not at home in side-by-side.
Egos seek universality
coincidentality
equality
economicality
ecologicality,
teleologicality,
biological unfolding we.

If no MetaEcoSystem,
then no Me.
If no me, then no exegetical
metaphysical
metamorphical
polycultural
permaculturing,
polypilgriming Be.

If not Be-longing
then no longing.
If no longing,
then no Belonging.
If no becoming, then no Being
seeing
sensing
souling
solving
resolving
resonating
incubating
sublimating
dia-enlightening We.

If synapse
were not quite so closely haunted by fear of relapse
deep learning might Be
as predictable as gravity’s self-creational
bi-relational
lapse of time as space.

When East and West learn to divest
of ignorant enculting absence,
as South and North learn to invest
in other Culture’s Presence,
then permaculture design and development
will redeem sustained
polycultured present planet,
polymorphic peaceful economics,
polypathic co-passioned ecologic,
as PolyTao Therapy;
EcoTime’s Thermodynamic Open-Systemic Balance.

Mutual Messiahs turn Left to Right cheeks,
Right to Left hemispheres,
and back again,
reiterating timelessly
to turn Earth bioethics upside down,
with SunGod’s Alpha cooperative rays on top
of economic (0)Mega pie charts.

Earth’s graceful synthesis spreads wide
warm watery memories of sense perception
challenging bigoted contractions of tree-ringed,
We-ringed ecograce,
lust for abundance,
sensual Bun Dance away from eisegetical error,
ignoring anthrocentric supremacy,
Ego’s solo fancy prance reactionary cultural responses
to “Why”
when we each and all come together,
in love’s full climaxing binomial Beloved embrace,
we turn our holy identity upside down
in solid sustained HereNow time as spatial place,
our eco-entity global home,
grace.

DNA does not speak in spatial language,
we unfold to fly together
across time’s perpetually revolutionary boundary.

I could not be me without you,
nor you without me,
as “I”,
you see embodied,
we’re not at home in silos of side-by-side.

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Karma Grace

Our species’ karma
holds reasons and seasons with vast authority
color and romance
discipline and disaster
nature and spirit
to inform my family’s karma.

My family’s karma
explains my vocation and purpose
with far more authority and truth
goodness and beauty
peace with justice
terror and vitality
shock and awe and wonder
than my own proprietary ego-eco,
Left v. Right brain conversation,
truncated from where this ego originated
and future this eco-intelligence invites.

My own co-operative karma
invites vocation and purpose
as liturgy invites song and dance,
procession and pilgrimage
across each day
swimming through each night’s dreams
with vigorous resonance and resolution;
which too often feels overwhelming by light of day.

Now, which battle lines do I really want to draw today?
And why not draw them more inclusively,
to struggle with each other
to find our balancing equivalence
our solidarity of mutual subsidiarity
together noticing twilight lines each day’s shared battles
waiting to breathe through another day.

Our species’ permacultural language
and DNA encoded memory
holds reasons and seasons
with personally cooperative authority.

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Redeemer Howl

Forgive me
for soundly sleeping while you silently weep,
for bold breathing while you belligerently wilt,
for heart beating strong and true
without you and yours,
dust fore-given free.

Challenge us
to never swim without you,
to always win to win rich blues,
love’s lusty inclusion,
heroic trust.

Relent me
for needing to win
on backs aching with loss
for balancing harmonic dross
while children drift to sea
sons and daughters without home
except hunger to live free.

Redeem me
with my up-front birth deposit
within a more nurturent wombing sea,
no choice specific to how I might be,
or not become,
a fairly well-fed lottery ticket
avoiding your draft for violence,
ballistic anger,
seasoning sorrow
for a tomorrow without rational hope
of better than today
or last,
with all those wished-for lasts before,
your chronic path through over-populated messages
that black
and brown
and red
and victimed,
and oppressed,
and unhealthy subliminal suppressed lives do not fucking matter,
poverty trends to eat our young
to digest in tumors of rich fat deposits
before children can leaven hope to ever fly together
through a deeper embracing ecology.

Know me,
your nature’s genetic parasite
afraid of my own absorption
within our regenetic forested wild
while I sleep
to the beat
of a defenseless child
born too soon for time’s enrapture,
born without face
that splatters through dull culture’s consciousness,
no matter
if some grow fatter
while flowers fade
and next year’s seeds cease speaking
within their silo tree,
while others climb her privileged branches
to grow free.

Free me,
from this relentless suboptimizing justice,
for placing lack of empathy
where surplus of antipathy
breathed and smoldered more honestly,
relentlessly burning warrior hearts
in passioned love with eco-we,
reclaiming corporate integrity for ego-me,
free from investing in slow death silence,
quiet laissez-faire mediocrity,
free to live Earth’s incubator nest
of webbing life,
time’s space to be,
letting go of life alone at sea
to invest in fear of death as we
becoming, reconnecting me to echo Earth’s harmonic frequency,
to cosmic jazz-dance solar light of free,
with power to feel your beat as me.

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Eye Contact

What is love?
A sea of nonexistence
both tranquil and calamitous
where the mind
does not dare enter.
(Rumi, M. Mafi, “Day By Day”, p. 120, 2014, Hampton Roads)

What is timeless synergy?
Our sea of coexistence
both confluent and dissonant
where blind consciousness
seldom dares id-entify.

Aging time,
This house, not home, hums and strains pitchy tension,
Remnants of bleached but dingy historic laundry,
face cloths remember cherished warm skin,
dryer in winter’s discontent,
more needy of enduring compassion.

Staring through my mirror now,
I reach back into black glazed pupils
diastolically expanding through their memory archives,
four grandparents staring back
through this sagging reflected face,
each one looking through these same bicameral Black Hole
Home’s binomially eternal windows,
imagining forward for grandchildren’s sustainable future lives,
remembering backward through these four grandparents.

I know this visual DNA looking out and back
and through our mutually cooperative investment generations,
sometimes more dissonant,
sometimes less confluently mutual mentors,
bicamerolling partners,
but at least on occasion syncing their cooperative praxis,
or this interdependent coredeemer face could not stare back
through time.

Aging rapidly now,
back toward messianic mystic shamans.
Where were these DNA-drenched pupils
of mutual subsidiary bicameral learning
expanding and contracting,
causing hearts to race and calm,
breath to gasp and slowly subsidize
this atmosphere of longing to belong ago
again?

Were these wise mentors hopeful ancient mariners,
swimming through generations of salty tears,
wet fears and joys,
jumps and starts,
swelling farts
feeding trees to synthesize our polyculturing breath?
Listening for, noticing a new millennium,
era,
life,
perennial cycle,
season of organic permacultural development,
more permanently encultured
with fertile light and sounds
and Time’s regenerating rhythms of dancing songs and thumps,
surfs and silent advents.

Speaking,
perhaps these pupils speak of what they see reflecting
back through karma’s cumulative incarnations,
each grace of opportunity for mindfully inclusive redemption,
love as synergy,
dissonance as hate, violence, neglect, dismay, heartbreak,
unsustainable loss of life
to fly and swim together
or fall apart
back through plasma flows and folds,
regenerating
informating these deep learning pupils
looking, searching, noticing, decomposing,
seeding, growing, guarding, developing,
incubating, harvesting, winnowing nutrient compost
through ancient primal roots
of RNA’s meaning, regenerating purpose
to keep evolving forward through Time’s unfolding information
incarnation, as possible,
avoid revolving backward into meaningless
mindless dissonance,
competition,
dominator violence,
and decaying entropy.

Pre-historic now,
our pupils reflect darkly dense regenerative study,
decomposing wispy wet winds and whips of swimming eco-seas,
surfing pregnant prime love relationship
of right and left enculturation
remembering Yin greets Yang’s dominant deductive proposal
with mutually subsidizing solidarity,
cooperation,
investing in binomial future’s redemptive ecology.

Ancient bicameral ellipticals,
mutually mindful Yang with Yin
looking out and back,
and in and positively forward through Time’s ubiquitous consciousness.
Primal evolutionary ionic self-mirroring,
regenesis,
ever aging eternal moment
of dense strung solidarity
remembering,
recollecting,
reconnecting NOW
from past genetic heritage
through future’s evolving incarnation.

Timeless pupils of love’s synergy
surfing seasons of pre- and post-existential consciousness.

Now if I could remember where I left my glasses,
and my teeth…

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DiaLiturgical Dance of Time

We dance with the dreams of grandfather Sun,
we dream with the dreams of our grandmothers.

Spiritual practice shapes liturgical rites and steps of day,
Creative natural intent shapes linguistic flow and function of night,
invested with Elders emerging
from DNA’s RNA EarthTribal Codex Memory fields,
streams,
seasons,
and atmospheric sea of swimming time.

Dreaming death without sting,
seeing creative system structures and forms
within and without
evolving and revolving.
Grasping recreating function,
reconnecting yet longing to hear recreating frequencies,
fearing dissonant force,
competitive Win-Lose shallow economic ecologies,
hoping and faithing and loving ReGenesis each new day of opportunity
and risk,
coincidentally karmic cause-effectiveness,
mentoring cooperative co-regeneration,
from when we each emerged,
back to densely nutritious diastatic Beloved Community
organic seeds of time’s eternal bi-directional unfolding
of appositively relational informating space.

ReGenesis does not speak before acting;
Genes only speak without knowing time.
Fill up Solar System’s silent apertures,
Close Grandmother Moon’s open systemic doors,
Dull Her smooth-structured double-boundaries
and limned edges,
Untie Her double-knotted tangles of power,
Soften Her polyculturally bleaching light,
Decompose, submerg Her dissonantly contentious periods of turmoil,
–This is compassionate Mystic Unitarian Seasonal Universal Intelligence.

Then love and hatred cannot change ReGenesis dancers and dreamers.
Profit and loss cannot overwhelm Ecological Cooperative Economics.
Honor and disgrace cannot change ReGenetic Time’s pace.
Therefore ReGenesis Age and Time is the eternally sustained
powerfully self-optimizing regenerator of both worlds,
Positively Polynomial Physical Universe,
and Not-Not Poynomial Metaphysically Ecological Universe.

Paraphrasing Rumi,
Casting off disdain for death and cognitive dissonance
we see that purgation is not the end
but only camouflage
for a ReGenesis dense organic decomposing womb,
eternal diurnal time of Future mutually grateful
to at long last belovedly embrace our past potential integrity of grace
as race’s well-worn synergetic enculturation,
spiraling back through revolutions of Yang/Yin balancing diurnal
liturgical time and spatial dance.

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Gummy B’s of Life

Love without Beloved,
Beloved without Love,
neither alternative could be
me without you
you within me
both equivalent would be We.

We without you,
or me,
this simply can not be,
we takes both equal ambivalently
bidextrously.
Without me,
just you,
or me,
which We can not be.

I could not be me without you,
nor you without me,
as I, you see
we’re not at home in side-by-side
universality
coincidentality,
economicality,
ecologicality,
teleologically biological We.

If no MetaEcoSystem,
then no Me.
If no Me, then no exegetical
metaphysical
metamorphical
polycultural
permaculturing Be.

If no Belonging,
then no longing.
If no longing, then no Belonging.
If no becoming, then not Being
seeing
sensing
souling
solving
resolving
resonating
master***ing
sublimating
en-double-lightening We.

If synapse
were not quite so closely haunted by relapse
deep learning might be as predictable
as gravity’s self-creational
bi-relational
lapse.

When East and West learn to divest of Other culture’s absence,
as South and North learn to invest in Other culture’s partsense,
then Permaculture Design will co-redeem
sustainable We
polycultural Planet
polymorphic economics
polypathic ecologic
as PolyTao Therapy.

Messiah’s turn Left to Right
and Right to Left
and back again
to revolution Earth ethics upside down,
with SunGod’s cooperative rays on top
of Earth’s economic pie charts
and global graceful synergy spread wide
warm watery reception,
challenging bi-generic tree-ringed contractions
of grace,
karmic abundance,
a Bun Dance away from eisegetical ignorance,
Ego’s fancy prance,
of why when we each and all come together,
in love’s full climaxing binomial embrace
we turn our identities upside down
in this HereNow timely space.

We each come to redeeem our Ego investment
born of Earth’s long-lunged DNA regenerating narrative,
double negative binding Ids
creating SuperEco-Normic sticky bliss.

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Aging In and Out

As we age increasingly difficult
to extract from flow of Presence,
comprehending focus through holonic reflections
within without our HereNow Present,
self-awareness shrinks within cranial carrying neurionic bodies
to swell without toward diastatic soul-comprehensive understanding,
co-prehensile mutual stand-and-grabbing,
letting go of my now eldering past event,
yellow oranged brown falling leaf of grace,
to grab future generative green-full hope,
coincidentally linking peace resonant rainbowed hiatus
free-floating boundary channel,
dividing our seasons of tipping point exclamations
and bi-polarized dissonance,
confident TaoWay through permaculture’s Midway
seasons and surfs,
plantings and pullings,
fusing octaves and fizzing fractal notes contracting
redeemer hunters of risk-filled treasure seeds
sow and reap cherished spacetime’s rich pot-ential,
outial
axial cross,
as time harvests memory’s place and portion,
racing age increasingly difficult to extract from Present grace.

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SuperEcoTeleologic Humor

Our most entertaining wise prophets,

our saints and messianic geniuses

are those who mentor us about what not to do

to sustain abundant life,

what could not possibly truthfully communicate,

what could not become orthodox faith again,

how not to become,

how not to cooperatively come together,

how not to commodify one’s life and relationships to other people,

and other natures,

and why.

 

Polypathic saints without a globally embracing sense of humor

about what we should not be doing and being,

yet continue becoming despite our organic orthopraxis

and permacultured plans,

are either hypocrites,

liars,

wrong,

or all of the above.

 

Under our shared Sun,

on our shared Earth,

nothing grows more grace-filled,

or karmically appropriate,

or mindfully compassionate,

more content,

more enlightened and wise,

than optimally sustaining a kind

and mutually grateful sense of humor

about our interdependent selves,

lives,

futures and pasts,

our messy shared-Earth home,

a paradise of stand up together comedic opera,

and mutual applause,

however silently smirked

through soft-eyed gold horizon stares.

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AntiClimaxing USAge

I grow old white man fat

in places that were spaces before,

as has devolved consumptive national culture

and anti-logistic economic planning

of, by, and for  incorporated extractive parasites,

sucking up life bloodstreams of old man fat

in bullish shit-commodities.

 

Ecological synergy of natural balanced systems

unfolding analogically and ecologically

across both Interior and Exterior Landscapes,

too often evaporates into entropic loss to

monochromatic silos,

neighborhoods and minds

identities and orthopraxis

locked behind irrational segregation,

sociopathological absence of multisystemic therapeutic wisdom,

choosing to continue spinning our revolving mouths

to swing negatively

sweeping past positive polarities to race negative feedback

suboptimization circles,

looking in at ego when we could look out at our supereco

looking back in at our trapped unwinding Live Show,

spellbound backward “evil” in our reverse-view mirror

rather than regenerating positive teleological potential,

purging out-of-balance competitive values and systemic functions,

negatively deviating from balanced equivalent values:

synergetically cooperate more by dissonantly competing less,

develop Climax Community polycultures more

by tipping equity away from dissonant monocultural economic dysfunctions,

like old man fat deposits,

growing tumorously negative,

bad karma places

where used to breathe more graceful empty spaces,

room for all of us to share.

 

 

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