Militarism,
and its xenophobic Nationalism brother,
are among a polarized USA’s most basic political habits
and economically competitive behaviors.
Violence with and against others
is among the most difficult and sensitive climate pathologies to deal with,
and yet at the heart,
in the heart,
of ecologically polypathic mindbodies,
nondually co-arising
climates of ego- and eco-therapeutic hope
for less violence
and more contentment,
within as without.
New England’s late May sun was long up,
and yet her laundry began to unfold
and clip onto the droopy clothesline,
while yet to warm into 8 AM.
She wore a light spring jacket
and need not think long
about why and how much of water
she consumed each day
each month
each year.
These numbers are written on ledgers of her mind
and asset hanging body.
Food
and heat
and phone service,
electricity
and water
and even some of her compost.
All off-site store
and on-line purchases.
Balancing thoughts nutritional,
sometimes toxic piles of consuming laundry lists
from diverse and fragrant markets.
This was an easy stroll
down double-entry accountability lane
compared to thinking through what she had produced.
Which reminded her to breathe
and about air.
The good air she had breathed all year.
She had no bill for services rendered,
in large part by the trees,
but the ecology and chemistry are complicated.
Still, no bill.
And what about all the bad air she had produced?
No one seemed likely to repay her.
At least not with kindness.
Yet she had also produced some good air,
and so had her daughters and sons.
And she had produced them,
without as much help as she might have preferred
for so much poopy laundry.
Come to think of it,
no one had sent much of anything
for her investments in retaining this planet
with capacity for self-naming Earth,
or any other name either
as far and deep as she could linguistically foretell.
She didn’t bring home a paycheck anymore.
That could have been a measure of her production value.
Yet she was not so sure
which part of all those hours
and years
would end up on the positive regenerative asset side
of self and other investing income
and how much was more degenerative and toxic.
Both trends paid the same in cash,
but not within her warm-washed heart.
This was her accounting problem.
She could measure consumption with her mind and body
but she wanted to balance her production values
and disvalues with her heart,
maybe only because her mind could not wrap around
the positive and negative productive garnering numbers.
What did she produce in healthy amounts?
Too much clean laundry or not enough?
And what else might she over-produce
in toxic overpopulating quantities?
Is this all her kids could be and hope for?
Her contribution to inhumane overpopulation
to further deteriorate Earth’s healthier climates.
What futures would these well-worn clothes cover?
This must not be enough.
So she talked and listened with other women she knew,
including her mother and grandmothers,
but also her daughters,
about how they cooperatively and competitively approached
their double-entry accountability issues.
One grandmother
made a conserving assumption
that all her breath was wasted,
so entered her heart-felt numbers
on Earth’s negative side–
we are intrinsically bad for other nature-spirits.
But also made her balancing assumption,
all her intakes of cash were sufficient in return.
An even exchange,
positive feedback capital
balancing all her bad breath outflow.
Her clothesline
carried only her own clothes.
Her other grandmother
spoke of a rule
her mother taught and listened to tape-measure through each day.
If she had some negative feedback to invest,
it must wait until she had completely played out
any positive feedback
she could honestly express.
In this way she could predict
her positive productions
at least 0-sum balancing
with her negative airs
and positions,
policies and partnerships,
pairs and repairs of pants and socks
and other relationships;
her economic and political productions
across her project lifeline.
She said her goal was to consume
at least as wisely balanced as she produced,
to give at least as well as she had taken.
Her daughter went on-line
to frame a women’s global cooperative.
And then she quantified her negative consumptions
of mind and body
against and with her positive heartbeats and breaths,
to see and hope and hypostatically hypothesize
thermodynamic ecopolitical balance
as 0-sum WinWin
cooperative ego/eco-systemic balance,
slow-growing her matriarchal cooperative laundry ownership
of this women and allies cooperative
transfer and exchange market
for healthier global climates.
She followed her daughter on-line
to co-mentor with her global sisters,
and allies,
how we can add and subtract,
divide and multiply
our cooperative positive mutual dividends
invested for each other
more than WinLose against.
This did not necessarily resolve her ecological balance sheet
but her daughter’s on-line cooperative intention and outcome bank
of entries,
nested by individual within local bioregion,
did resolve and resonate with her accounting
by double-entry
regenerative v degenerative 0-sum balance issue.
Now what was in and on her heart and breath,
was also expanding out through cooperating breasts and chests,
WinWin more than competitive WinLose.
What continued in patriarchal Washington,
and other capital-consuming cities,
hoarding breath ’til smoke-filled blue
denying Earth’s climating pathologies,
faded back somewhat from terrorizing view
because this hoarding vision of contemporary history
was no longer the only cooperative-competitive game in town,
and across Earth’s matriarchally treed forests,
networks,
embryonic organic networks,
regenerative and decomposing lines,
perennial spirals
recycling productive Yang with cooperative consuming yin-fractal DNA
seasonal 0-sum
WinWin reiterative primal relationships,
double-positive-binds,
not just light
but bright,
not just love
but polypathic beloving matriarchal communities
of and for healthy accounting balance sheets,
hung out to dry
on this sunny warm breeze May day.
Greatest revenge
perhaps to become even.
Becoming even
to love what and whom Earth has given
and taken,
will give and take,
until we are each even.
Only wonder and no worries
about which gender you are and are not
or prefer to verge and submerge with and without
or even if you prefer them all
evenly
eventually.
Warmest wise investment
perhaps love within and between such events.
Could we be doing our best
to invest in Earth’s cooperative health markets?
While you sell our most competitive killing machines
to our Saudi Arabian cousins.
Referencing this touchstone as an ecopolitical WinWin,
unlike Parisian multicultural investments in climate health,
as LoseLose,
remains upside down of any truly love-life frame.
Ballistic sales and buys are tragic ecopolitical failures
as are our hugely nihilistic military markets,
fueled by political-nationalistic fear-mongering,
anti-life and hope
could only cynically be seen and heard
much less smelled and felt
as WinWin success.
Bombs stink.
One hundred and ten billion dollars
for purveyors of future death and destruction
to, and around, Saudi Arabia
seems somewhat against climates of health
as compared to Parisian international agreements
to do our best
to turn from investments in further disinvesting death pathologies
to return toward climates
and ecopolitical landscapes of health’s wealthier
more robust and resonantly multiculturing
WinWin outcomes.
We have no prospects for wins that are truly anthro-economic
that are anti-ecologic.
Wealth blossoms from healthy roots.
It is not smart to try to plant and sell your roses upside down.
In Taoism,
and other zero-centric disciplines
and art-forms,
such as statistical trend analysis
and Permaculture Design
and Game Theory,
every position has its dipolar apposite;
every static implies a dynamic hypostatic,
as Yang implies apposition Yin,
as masculine strength implies feminist-matriarchal nurture,
embryonic wombed conservancy.
If God is love,
then also fear delineates God’s and Earth’s omnipotent boundaries
for therapeutic health.
Some would say love’s opposite is hate,
but here more resonant appositional contrast is ecstasy,
Eastern interdependent consciousness of bliss,
Western polypathy of experiential and logosed trans-paradigmatic wisdom,
as fear can distrust into chronic hate
so love can trust transcendent polyculturing ecstasies.
Climate health
is also about absence of climate pathology
which could lead to multiculural ecstasies,
Martin L. King, Jr’s BeLoved Communities,
resonant harmonies
of zero-sum ecopolitics.
But, we must choose love
for synergetic cooperative economics
rather than fear-mongering WinLose ballistic arms
for racing racism
for gender-commodifying sexism,
for cooperative capital reducing reductive capitalism
for substituting economism for ego/eco-systemic logic;
bring on more Left with Right
for less Left against Right,
bring on YangJustice with YinurturingPeace
Love with delineating Fear of Ego/Eco-Loss
of any regenerative future markets
of all-consumer and for all-producing health
as freedom’s wealth.
Religions, all, choose nature-spirit climates of and for sacred love,
health;
so our choices for political landscapes furthering fear
fade away from military industrialized
brother/sister extended hatreds.
We are better than addiction to sale of armaments.
We have learned already
to invest in multiculturing climates and landscapes
and languages
and cultures of and for love.
If love grows our cooperative capacities,
capital investments,
to optimize health as wealth
through each and every multiculturing WinWin
relational and transactional opportunity,
then it is not only a lie replacing Promise
to believe we can democratically point a loaded rifle
at someone’s product of love
within a smaller nationalistic spirit supporting life,
Death sales are also tragically missed opportunities
to further delineate
our polypathic possibilities of and for,
in and through,
before and after,
sacred ecological love,
our shared democratic multiculturingl Promise.
While there are two sides,
at least,
to every healthy resonating story,
the other side veers off
toward dissonate pathologies,
decay and even threats thereof,
paranoia and rabid ritualistic terrors
bipolar eviscerating history
rather than dipolar co-arising her/his-stories.
Every love story
includes its tensioned appositional,
fear of deadly growth
toward hate’s viral histories
of capital gains for aristocratic few
without ecotherapeutically mutual co-investments
in and for mutual freedom’s regenerative return.
We have our love creation stories
with, and happily above,
our fear-commodifying history
of threats and ecopolitical coercion,
capital love abundance
not yet entirely perverted into arcane reductivist capitalism,
supported by even more military industrializing sales
at most until Earth’s oil
then gas
then ballistics defuse our bullets
while jonesing for more cooperatively-owned love comes rushing in.
A Permaculture Designer
might observe we all agree,
Judeo-Christian American,
and Islamic Saudi Arabian,
our mutually beloved Allah-God is 0-core love,
from which all creations positive bright nurtured co-arise
double-binding all imaginations negative
dualdark bipolarities of competing defined exegetical contrasts
with dipolarities cooperating delineating eisegetical comparisons.
No bright white health nutritional trends
without dark black death decompositions
but calling climate health black
and darkdeath-mongering merely not quite unwhite
does not make alternative facts more true,
as trusting polypathic freedoms
to regeneratively optimize love
as and in and of and for
God and Earth’s future cooperative health.
One hundred and ten billion dollars for ballistics
for disinvesting God and Allah and Earth from each LoveOther.
Piracy of truth and goodness
perfidy of healthy trust
of and for future regenerations.
Self impeaching offenses against God and Earth as Love,
sold as cause for international celebration.
I am decidedly not buying.
Why not sell 110 million trees
at $100 each,
or 110 million solar panels?
Why lead off with our most toxic commodity?
It feels like massive failure of democratically healthy imagination,
and curiosity,
and intent toward wealth of therapeutic outcomes.
Is that really what they inappropriately teach
at Wharton School for Healthy Business?
Live each day
as if this day were your last.
What do you mean, dear?
Each day is your last day.
Well, no,
not if you have another tomorrow,
or perhaps even if you merely plan for a tomorrow
which never comes to pass.
Oh I see what you mean,
I think…
Well then,
wouldn’t you be better off and on to say
Live this day
as if it included your only tomorrow?
Maybe…
But, each day does include our only tomorrow.
I don’t think so.
Not if you have yet another tomorrow
after this day,
or one at least planning on being
more than one tomorrow.
What do you mean
by more than one tomorrow?
I thought I had only one of these,
which continually precedes and processes me
by a minimum of 24 hours.
Hmm…
Then sometimes your tomorrow feels longer
and sometimes shorter
than it should
or could
or might become?
But that’s just it, my dear.
Tomorrow never actually arrives,
ever closer by imagining it longer.
Yet imaging tomorrow as remarkably short
at least brings me closer
to Earth’s timeless eternity
of integrative promise.
So that’s what you mean
by living daily
as if today includes your last tomorrow?
Yes, but sometimes no.
That sounds like an invitation
to nihilism,
often confused with liberation
away from future’s regenerous invitation.
How about
Nurture each day
as if today invites your fullest potential
for integrally controlling all our cooperative tomorrows?
It lacks a certain
timeless
ring.
It does not rhythmic zing.
However acute is your ping.
How about
we Yin today
as if rethinking YangYin together
all WinWin tomorrows?
I think we might become
together winning.
Economically and politically too?
As trans-regenderally sacred
through this still small failing futures voice.
Are we through?
It’s been good for me,
how about tomorrow you?
The Climax
as tomorrow’s co-operative beginning.
How LeftBrain capitalizing of us, dear.
Yinning Yang
us two,
WinWin planning
our mutual transitioning tomorrow too.
Living today
as tomorrow’s first through last,
perennial spiral cooperating together
to sometimes compete tomorrows apart
to live again
this integrative timeless tomorrow.
Today invites and disinvites
Tomorrow,
transubstantiating
trans-regenerational
integrity of time.
Today is just like yesterday
except when it is different,
when we are different,
when I am different,
sometimes better
sometimes worse
usually just the same
and indifferent.
Today is just like tomorrow
imagined sometimes better
sometimes worse
usually invested cooperatively same as sane
and yet competitively indifferent
insanity.
Live today
through better inviting cooperative tomorrow.
Yin
as tomorrow becomes our best Yang.
Yin,
(wu wei midway co-arising).
You know,
I can see, and sometimes hear and feel,
your implicating dialectal parenthetical commentary.
(I dipolar hope so.)
Or what,
no better tomorrow?
(I love only notnot threat free,
double-binding.)
Ecopolitical logic for today’s tomorrow.
(cooperatively designing tomorrow’s today)
OK,
you can stop with annoying
book-ended
perpetual double-bind parenthesis.
I hoped we were just now getting started.
Yes, but I’m living today
so we optimize our tomorrow returns
so your Yimplications
might best explicate more widely.
(and deeply)
(Oh, now
you go through tomorrow…)
(Love
your dualdark Yanguage)
(How LeftBrain cooperative positivist of us.)
(feeling aptically warm and dreamy
nonpunctuating tomorrows now)
Promise.
(could we talk about this our tomorrow)
…I think she’s today asleep.
Nope, still almost here
and there,
feeling best in eternal interdependent now.
Seize the day.
Invite our timeless tomorrow.
Once within recycling time
lived brother Paraclete
as sister Sophia,
and vice versa.
Written across each bicameral heart and mindbody
these two live on
as controlling Yang
with nurturing Yin,
somewhat before their Western cousins,
Paraclete, God’s Justice Advocate
as Sophia,
Wisdom’s Holonic CoOperative Spirit.
These dipolar loving twins
grow famous in design and planning circles
as thinking Paraclete acting Sophia,
descended from long regenerative nondual lines
of patriarchal deductive-reductive peering down from elite above,
while matriarchally inducing nurture up from grassroots
original wisely cooperative compost
of more nutritious intentions.
The Paraclete still advocates top-down deductive dominance
while sister Sophia nurtures
bottom-up inductive cooperatives
sometimes recognized as conjoined:
multiculturing,
creolizing,
metamorphic,
revolutionary,
transubstantiating,
transliterative,
polynomial,
polypathic
polyculturing outcomes of healthier wealth
through synergetically robust action.
Sophia remains a steadfastly busy nurturing spirit,
giving revolutionary birth to many more seedlings
than she is likely to invest in,
nurtured more long-term
permacultural histories as Earth’s embryonic creation stories.
Brother Paraclete,
our from-above Advocate,
chooses only those memes and nomials
deduced and inducted as most democratically WinWin
with Sophia’s denominative implications,
becoming symmetrical equivalencies,
0-centering dipolar appositionals,
eco-latticed co-arisings
emerging ecological economics,
ecopolitics of cooperativity.
Paraclete advocates for EgoNormics
as Sophia nurtures cooperative EcoNomials,
bilateral nomials,
some written in LeftBrain capitalizing logical narratives,
and some remaining RightBrain verbal phasing hidden
within Sophia’s cooperative nurturing heart,
waiting further revolutionary from-below rediscovery
gone viral
in cooperative networks of communication
within across each and every polynomial Paraclete
and notnot polypathic Sophia,
bilaterally co-arising hearts together
and co-investing mindbodies,
DNA encrypted
both Paraclete Up going down on Sophia
Down, yet seeping Up,
breathing Yang in deductions
also Yin out inductions,
and then reversing these co-arising twins again,
breathing out Yin inductive bilateral
as also Yang Paraclete BiCameral
Up with owning
Yang with Yin Bilaterals
Polynomial with Not(NotPolypathic),
This polypathic creation narrative
recycles
spiral dialectics
back and forth,
regenerating this renovating time
until
every Paraclete/Sophia lives ego-happily
as healthy eco-wealthily
ever after.
Once again within recycling time
lives Yang Paraclete
as Yin Sophia,
and vice versa.
The End
and Beginning
It seems easier to do good
and live healthy
if you live in a democratically robust
and multiculturally resonant society.
For the same reasons
it’s much easier to bring oneself harm
and slowly disintegrate into isolating despair
when you live in a capitalistic patriarchal
elitist
competing rights make monoculturing might
anthro-centric supremacist society.
EarthRights denied,
also denies internal climate health
as multicultural sacramental wealth.
If a person has power in your life,
and you notice fears and sense of threat,
dishonesty to be avoided
and yet you do not see hope
and sense of faithfulness to our integrity
as humanity,
then do what you can to disempower that person
from your life.
To begin,
notice how this person’s fears and threats,
competing insecurities and terrifying postures
feed your despair
to also teach you how to better feed your active remaining hope
for growing integrity within yourself
within your family
within others
within your culture
extending out
possibly to embrace all Earth’s faith-filling polypathic promise.
A blade of grass
produces health
in annual balancing equivalence
to consuming soil and sun’s wealth.
A human child
given Earth’s sufficiencies,
produces robust health
by consuming soil and sun’s captures
and re-investing wealth
out into this child’s multiculturing exterior.
A wise humane Elder
given Earth’s sufficiencies
and given trust of responsible authority
by a democratically cooperative polity,
Also aspires to produce healthy outcomes
within that community
in balancing proportion
through consuming soil and sun’s captured resources,
re-invested in proportion
to this year’s metabolic wealth,
and to last year’s producer reimbursements,
nurturing future ecosystemic health,
and to each next generation’s producers,
nurtured by this wise care
of Earth’s wealthiest Elders.
A wise, and yet child-like, blade
consumes economic health
to produce cooperatively synergetic political wealth.
Paul Ryan seems too concerned,
I fear,
that there are those who actively seek to harm
the U.S. President.
While I am among those
who would prefer to live in a nation
that never would have ever elected a Trumpian,
an anti-Lady Liberty Colossus,
this is because we feared he might deliver on his promises,
thereby bringing far more harm upon himself,
and the rest of us,
than we would ever wish
upon our worst enemy.
DT is harming himself quite effectively.
He needs no help with that.
