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Ground of Becoming

Aristotle thought happiness is the foundation of existence.
Since then, others have worried that maybe survival is closer
to their own more suffering experience.

I don’t exactly disagree with Aristotle,
or with those on the more suffering side of our species.
But, where these two come together, in my experience,
is within the context of health v pathology.

To me, happiness is the Yang-face of health’s Yin-face,
so it is these two together co-arising the foundation
of ego’s regenerative existence,
and degenerative subclimate pathologies.

In learning happy health,
life lived ever more fully,
gracefully,
positive karmically,
as in gaming,
the stress of stretching one’s offensive capacities
is reduced by the belief that we have a perfect defense.
We know there are no WinLose strategic players;
only WinWin intent.
Because we know through co-empathic experience
and the evidence of Earth’s evolution,
that WinWin always optimizes happy-health,
while WinLose suboptimizes
opportunities for developing further co-empathic learning capacities.

So too,
defensive concerns soften and languish
by constant feedback that we have a flawless happy-health offensive strategy for further WinWin learning.

In the real world
there is no more a perfectly conservative defense
against unhealthy suffering
than there is a perfectly evolving offense toward happy health.

In learning healthier living,
cognitive-affective dissonance is our defense against polypathic co-empathy,
our oppositional resistance.

Empathic happy-health psychology,
a deep awareness of our ecopolitical equivalence,
empowers Basic Attendance (0)-sum balance,
our regenerative offensive-centered listening position
for learning effectively,
balancing nurture with challenge,
by noticing our own cognitive-affective defenses,
without which we would have no radical sense of autonomous identity,
no monoculturing monotheistic monochromatic severed ego.

So too, without our primal co-empathic relationship
with our mentoring environment,
we could have no interdependent. ecological happy-health identities.

And yet,
our ego-patriotic conserving defense of happiness
remains a secondary form
in relation to our RightBrain matriotic nurturance function
of a healthy regenerative climate,
learning atmosphere,
ecological integrity of ego-resilient polypaths.

LeftBrain Aristotle thought happiness is the foundation of existence,
because his RightBrain noticed health as his ground of becoming.

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Woodland Lakes

Woodland lakes require making room for joy
and leaving rooms of gloom
for ruminating sadness
below reflecting forests,
where senses quickly fade toward death.

Making room for glad
baking lands of maddening sad
with wood fuels
released from trees
rooted in landscapes
emerging from seas of perpetual badness.

If positive polynomial polypaths
from woodland lakes for beauty
and repose
then so too
all notnot monomial monopaths lead to double negatives,
as time squared marches
to soft-lit tunes
and souls of woodland lakes;
where sad predicts glad
as bad follows good
as mad seeks balanced polypathic outcomes
floating on glass forested double-binding surfaces
of and with and in and under
as above lakes of woodlands.

Not truly seen
if not felt,
more fairly heard
when seeing
all this lake’s past waters
sinking up to down again
as sun spins round to set.
Woodland lakes
best heard and smelled
in tasty half-filled landscapes.

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Outrageous Raves

I doubt the opposite of bliss
could be hate,
for bliss blinds synaptic
and fast-fades ephemeral,
as if it too soon
had never been.

Hate broods and breeds
festers and feeds
on past angry memories
fading forward future fears
of empty echoing
hot flowing paranoia
feasting on should have beens,
could have becomes,
if not for ruinous mortality.

In life’s end,
defeat,
in our beginning,
terror of relentless terror.

No, I sense the opposite of bliss
is rage,
blindingly synaptic,
fading back to slow-burning distrust
of life’s long-suffering challenges,
anthro on anthro.
At least, I cannot recall rage
about the weather,
or mosquitoes,
or even swarming bees.

Rage,
contrasted to more generic angry fear-filled panic,
overpowers even Earth’s transpeciating terrors
then fades back
as if it had never been
any more than hyperactive mistrust,
unsafely harbored in swarming seas of dissonant stress.

Blissful rave through hateful rage,
Earth’s vast embodied stage
for feelings flowing like light and dark clouds
before sun and star light’s constant transparent witness,
waiting for emotive multicultures to learn balance,
like midway infants
learning which operatic brights
bring bliss
which bring rage
and what will outrageously radical raves feel like
to timelessly sustain,
living full-stretched balance.

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Sleeping with Devilish Angels

My non-languaged son sleeps with angels
by night,
flying
swimming sometimes erotic exotic
running free of AFOs and walker
dreams of past multiculturing lights
and warm glow-voiced richness.

What could it mean to him
to sleep with devils by day,
poking and teasing,
singing and dancing,
inviting his attention and participation
across his bedroom floor,
breathing in his syntaxed-ear
to say

Hello,
I love you,
as life our abundantly nutritious self

My son can hear this perfect love as life.
We should all become such
wise listeners of
Internal warm nutrition voices
as mutually-held External warm light
contenting ecoconsciousness.

My son would become a Bodhisattva Messiah,
were he capable of maturing images of memory patterned landscapes
as less than already fully diastatic
Beloved Community of Angels by Night,
DNA/RNA Earth-Holonic BeLonging Community
of Cooperative-Contented EcoPolitical Family
by Day.

Now if the rest of us
could just catch what he has,
in part
because we feel free to return
his open-handed love as co-empathic presence,
what a remarkably wonderful cooperative world
we would remember to see
each time we look at,
and listen carefully to,
a human mindbody tree
as another bicamerally
economic ecosystemic
ecologically nutritious
time-balancing,
doing the best I can
given the compost I have to work with,
me.

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Messy Spirits

When I see “evolution”
as a spiritual Creation Story,
then I easily miss evolving
as a natural-regenerative Revolution Story,

And when I wrap warm winter blankets
around my Ego’s ReCreation Story,
I create dichotomies and dipolarities
between a morality rooted in neutral soul
and eco-norming blankets,
forming a norm-morality deep rooted
in my eco-spiritual-rational regenetic story
emerging toward Beloved Healthy Communication
and
Cooperatively Balancing Communities
and EcoLove-Management Networks.

Healthy therapeutic conversations
spill over my back fence
under my Buddha Tree of Life,
over my Buddha TaoTree of NotNot Death,
and over my front yard barriers
to step into political and economic cooperative moral spirit
as normal–nature discernment,
to speak love as co-arising poly-dialectic light,
shedding over past decomposing anger
equivocating future dualdark fears
deep down into choice-factories of responsible EgoOwnership.

If our moral syntax speaks in regenerative DNA/RNA,
my, and our,
Creation Story could begin with Uracil begetting Thymine
as one-bilateral co-gravitational dimension begets 4Dimensional SpaceTime,
Zero-Centric-Souled healthy nature,
equivalently co-mentoring NotNot YinYin reverse-temporal Cytosine,
wealthy Spirit of DiPolar TransParent Time’s CoPresent Relationship
between PositivePolynomial ConvexForm as now-past
and NotNotPolyNomial
nondual ConCaving DiPolar
temporally bilateral
neural-normal-moral-message future function.

Cytosine-structure as non-languaged YinYin Elder Right MindBody
stretching through WinWin CoOperative Revolutionary Eco/EgoProportions
and Rhythmic Function,
ReGeneratively Eco/EgoBalancing MoralNomials,
(0)-soul Earth Centric,
on positive evolutionary course
as Win-HealthyLove
cooperatively struggling with
WinLose SubMoralOptimizing Pathology
of Devolving LeftBrain Uracilly voracious dualdark dissonant future,
alone.

I make less of a mess of my day
when I hear my bicameral ego-spirit
speak our bilaterally equivalent
time-is-nature’s co-arising investment/divestment norm.
Otherwise,
all of my past and future possibilities and risks
co-present
overwhelm elational bliss.

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Playing Old Maid Players

“To have Clarity of Intention means to align oneself with the clear and single-pointed purpose of that [regenerative] impulse itself. And the way that alignment occurs, in a [bicameral] human heart and mind, is that the intention to [co-]evolve becomes more important [and obvious and ubiquitous] than anything else in this [living ecosystemic] world.” Andrew Cohen, “Evolutionary Enlightenment”, p. 111

Life is like a game of Old Maid.
We co-arise the cards and hands
we have been dealt
and have dealt ourselves
facedown,
we have gifted and been gifted.

So now you know,
we made that Old Maid shirt and tie
now in your hand,
just means its your time to wear them
until they find some other happy hapless guy.

Love is like a game of Wise Elder.
We co-arise our carded hands
dealing mutual subsidiarity to co-gravitate together
facedown forward,
faceup backward through time’s transactional memory,
gifting to and fro.

So now you know,
we made this Wise Elder shirt and tie
at hand,
just means its our Time to help you wear them
until we find some other happy hapless ego-soul.

To have Clarity of Intention
is to align oneself with equanimity
to each moment’s co-arising Old Wise Elder Maid
cooperative Win-Win game.

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Professor Glory’s Kind Mind Bliss

Our topic for this morning
said Professor Glory
to her sleepy class of bicameral scholars,
is “Attraction v. Addiction to Peak Experiences.”

Addictions are wanting more than attraction therapeutically invites.
Addictions suboptimize the Peak outcomes they produce.
Unlike the continuity of attraction,
addiction erupts and subsides discontinuously
as this “need” grows increasingly incommensurable
with your “true” public identity,
introducing internal dissonance,
with suboptimizing flow and ebb dissatisfaction,
suffering about what attracts
this addicted time and season
to timeless bliss.

When what I present outside
resonates fully
with who I know my best self to be
within my Right-mindbody ecoself,
then I know attraction to timeless bliss.

What is left behind,
after addiction to suffering subsides
from wants that emerge
incommensurable with bliss,
are polyculturally co-arising mutual needs.

Now,
that may all sound poetic and metaphysical
and abstractly plausible,
but not scientifically researched
in RealTime,
so let’s step into a Memory example,
a “Thought Experiment”
if you will,
which proved to be so powerful
during the conclusion of the Recently Passed
PreMillennial AnthroCulture.

What is pre-pubescent “memory”
of gender as sexuality
if it is not bisexuality,
rather than asexuality?

We are regenerated DNA memories,
born of both ProGenitive Yang’s Sperm
and Embryonic YinYin Eggs,
nesting in eco-viral incubator-homes
waiting to invest in Time’s future regenerative articulation
of dialectical chemistry,
the PoliticalEcoNormic Sciences and Arts,
especially our Language Arts,
like poetry
and lovely geometric lattices of holonic-fractal metric systems
numeric icons,
ironic imbalances in gender-balance,
natural truths about AnthroCentrism v.
EarthTribe Centrism.

PostMillennial RNA Tribal Centrism
emerged through the Great Transition
as Right/Left mindbody Midway Tipping Points
of Bionic-Yang(L)/Yin(R)ology.

Today, we comprehend
breathing in EcoWe
to breathe out a more attractive,
less addicted,
EgoMe,
bicamerally.

Our Elder RNA-syntaxed BiCameral MindBody Research Project
emerged PostMillennially
as never having been intended for Left-brain dominant
MonoCultural SubOptimizing Primal Outcome,
but to PolyCulturally teleologize regenerative form
with full-healthy function,
for future Earth-centric co-gravitational
therapeutic applications,
with full intent Yang
and double-full willed orthopraxis YinYin
of BiCameral EcoConsciousness.

We are Advent-uring PolyCultural Con-Sciences;
juncture of Time’s co-arising articulation,
mutually in-formating co-arising paradigms
accessible for attractive Peak Experiences,
but not quite able to sustain
for those addicted to PreMillennial suffering
of MonoCulturing Left ego-brain dominance.

We close,
as always,
breathing in each Other,
breathing out to continue our regeneratively balanced
revolution.

Please submit your questions and comments
before exiting into our diverse Exterior Landscapes.
I have so enjoyed sharing our BiCameral Interior Landscape
with you this morning.
Really, it has been a constant
chronic
Peak Experience
which makes me smile
and look forward to tomorrow
with you
again,
still
silent
meditating our therapeutic medication.

And those of you who have been
doing your chi gong and yoga thing,
please be mindful,
your mats are inviting your farewell
by rolling them up and putting them in the bin by the door
on your most bicameral way out.

Namaste.

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Choosing Time to Die

If I can choose my time to die
winter is my first choice
although I can imagine
any season could be good
for releasing ego’s hold
on my yet-individuated eco-consciousness,
should there be such a long-named thing
when I choose my time to die.

I would walk out through my trees
to caress and bid farewell
and thank them for this air we breathe
for their patience with my cut-down ways,
I would breathe my richest breath
into their root systems
as I walk on through these Trees
of Life and Death,
breathing through rich swells
of elation rooted Time.

I would lie down on the snow
under snowflakes blanketing this final nest
gathering owl’s rich medicine
listening to her echoing
WhoAreYou
night-ride voice
twinkling back into this miracle
of snow-flaking stars
twinkling blowing we us kisses through this path
lying down as cold and ego-bold as snow.

Co-falling
co-arising
timeless
Earth-membered
conscious choice of times we live
to give as freely as Earth’s snow.

Why does not not old and cold
equal timeless flowing eco-function diadancing,
snowing inviting invisible stars
of Advent’s rebirth light?

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