-0 + 1 = 1,
but positive or negative 1?
We do not have enough in/ex-formation to say,
perhaps somewhere in-between.
-0 + (+1) = +1
-0 + (-1) = -1
If +1.00%
measures universal solar bright light heat–diastatic
and -1.00% calculates rock-solid unitarian interdependent frozen fusion–entropic,
Then Mother Earth’s Cooperative
Blue-Green Balance
appears to spiral ultra-violet in between.
Who is Creator to you?
Are you made in God/Goddess image
or is your Creator made through your best self-image?
Embedded,
incarnating,
co-incarnating,
co-incidental organic-harmonic phenomena
of your nondual inter-communicating mindbody.
What and where is Creator God for you?
Found only in Paradise,
heard and seen and smelled in renewing Promised Eden,
or what remains of healthy organic Earth’s landscapes
and climates.
Did Paradise make humans
in divine Creator’s collective creolizing image
of minerals and water and clay
of love as synergy
requiring radical co-empathic trust?
Or at least inviting profound ecopolitical cooperative ownership.
Where lies and grows,
evolves and revolves,
beauty and truth Paradise?
God’s creation
our shared Earth home for wild nature,
inspiration of each and every polypathic soul
not overly commodified,
entirely domesticated except for conscripting death,
subcontracting terrified killers
of aliens and criminals
who were themselves young victims
of absent Paradise.
God invites armies and navies,
renaturing marines for healing soil,
planting embryonic Paradise trees
so Creator can,
through reincarnate Creations,
rebuild Paradise forests.
We pray to harvest peace
yet do not recall our Creator’s invocation
to plant our healthiest wealth
of Paradise reforested,
a climate home of wonder
altering God’s co-present peace.
How old was I
when each succeeding year
each successive year
became each falling year,
each failing year?
How old was I
when each year fell away
as did each month and week and day,
both succeeding less
and failing more
resigned to fade out play?
How old is just right maturity
of days falling off
away?
My calendar begins with clearly given rebirth dates,
succeeds toward organic dusk conclusions
on a day and week and month
within a year not yet quite fully numbered
and yet already fading toward some numeric memory
for those who remain succeeding
more than failing
through days and nights of fears
and faith
our wins outweigh these latticed losses.
Lyrics to Auld Lang Syne
Jim Scott, inspired
Gerald Dillenbeck, deranged
May all who venture forth today
be welcome ‘ere we go,
And those who risk a gesture kind
reap all that we would sow.
For love will reach across this time
disarming anger here.
Let all misunderstanding rest
these last hours of our fear.
May all find shelter in our warmth
of new friends as with old,
Where errors past may be forgiv’n,
bright futures swell foretold.
Beyond these embers dying here
to raise a flame anew
Unbound by clock and climate fear,
our song rings clear and true.
Let tales of loss and victory
inspire us all again
And may bold resolve find support
of healthy climate friends.
Surrender final judgments here
so small in vast pretext.
Thus might these last nights of our fear
be first lights of what’s next.
Art follows ecology of inductive spiraling symmetry
As science leads logic of deductive dialectal simplicity
I noticed that one of the Kennedy patriarchs,
probably a Joseph or John or Ted
or Tim or Matthew or Mark or Luke,
Why do they all begin to look and sound the same to me?
Anyway, one of these informed and educated and good guys
responded to decriminalizing ingestion of THC,
cautioning us regarding potential public health hazards.
While I share some of these bleary and yet specific concerns,
Mr. Kennedy and I do seem to view these potential pathological influences
through two quite different frames of reference.
He approaches dangers of THC influence
in contrast to a population that would otherwise presumably ingest
organic goat’s milk and wild honey.
I see the prospects for a THC cooperative addicted society
in pleasant contrast
to our current alcohol degenerative indigestion
addicted to bipolar competing ecopolitical disculturation.
From a public health perspective,
given only a choice between THC or alcohol decriminalization,
the evidence of history appears to vote
for the more regenerative THC.
Now,
if we could addict honey bees to THC pollen,
and goats to voraciously forage on marijuana fibers,
and we became the land of goat milk and THC honey;
that, I suppose,
would be so much more
our healthier wealth of opportunity.
When I imagine my iconic vistas of love,
I watch a sunset
red and yellow,
purple and pink,
bruised lavendar and darkening grey
until pointing jagged mountain peaks
turn to black understoried landscape
plunging against gravity
toward slowly emerging sea
of glittering stars
strobeless yet twinkling pinpoints
of light’s long poignant memories.
When I imagine this vista
I also see
through my velvet brown-skinned manchild’s deep autumnal eyes
starting back and forth,
side to side,
without capacity or need for language
to absorb Earth’s dusky light and pine-soaked scent
turning up toward dancing brights,
’til dawn’s epiphany of grey,
then nearly violent, love.
When I imagine iconic eros vistas
and feel internal agape
conjoining philos,
appearing nowhere
except together,
like Yang strong bright
and Yin flow night.
What if we were song,
sacred litany?
What if,
What if we were dance,
gracefilled choreography?
What if we were energy,
therapeutic information?
Naked trees
joining navels
from native mother to nurture mother
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.
What if?
What if we became tireless time,
reorganizing space?
Irreplaceable climates
within humid organic history.
I am not your place
and sadly not mine
with authority to displace
or responsibility to replace.
I am not my face.
We are designed to fall apart,
even with unlikely careful wear.
So what?
No excuse to surrender
to daily worn out deaths.
Well excused to rise this day
ready for each dusk
without anticipation
for love or lust
rain or dust
win or bust.
It’s just us
wearing down the best we can.
What if,
What if we were each a song
resonating one per measure,
beating Earth’s shortest line dance?
What if we were timeless energy,
resonating freestyle consciousness?
If we invested more educational mentoring time
sharing our own mixed-use and neglectful abuse
poetic wisdom stories,
and less time memorizing exegetical LeftBrain histories,
we might more cooperatively learn to live healthier together
and to internally die less, apart.
An under-exploited difference between comedy and tragedy
may discover you have a story to vulnerably share
more than recover from some dogma you compulsively need
to competitively seed and repeat,
because you are so sure your audience
is too dim to fully appreciate
your authentic story
vulnerably glory and gory shared.
Humus is a profound icon of eco-creolization
toward the regenerative fertility of soils
Just as humor is a surprising ergodic pattern of ego-re-creolization
toward cooperative extension of polypathy,
ecopolitical empathy,
universal trust more than reductively dominant mistrust.
It seems climatically important,
and chronically profound,
for educators and politicians
and other public/private health v pathology professionals
to notice the primary audience for poetry is poets,
for philosophy, is other philosophers,
for math, is other mathematicians,
for scientific specialists, other co-branded specialists,
yet for cooperative economics, everyone
of all species
and all regenerations of time’s health-wealth potential.
This feels like both an EarthDay risk
and a post-millennial therapeutic climate opportunity.
Poetry and philosophy are written,
and most broadly distributed,
produced,
networked,
cooperatively-reinvested,
with other non-elite poetic and philosophical souls in mind,
some with poetic and wisdom-loving skill-sets themselves,
and some who have only hungry unfulfilled cooperative-yearning souls.
Many of these hungry,
more chronically stressed,
RightBrain dominantly represeed,
casualties,
are among our homeless,
our uncounted unemployed and under-vocationed,
our brothers and sisters,
our children,
with more mental pathologies
than mental health.
How could we hope to teach,
much less co-mentor,
co-redeem,
healthy and wealthy science and math,
much more reading and multiculturally honest writing,
by removing their historical roots
in poetry and philosophical experience
and multicultural (0)-sum health-wealth
emerging from optimally regenerative WinWin ego/ecotherapies?
It feels ecopolitically
and intellectually dishonest
to further subsidize the distopian assumption of Might Makes Right
EitherWin/OrLose evolutionary theories
when Earth’s multicultural evidence
for Right (0)-Sum BiLateral Flow Relationship
building co-invested nutritional wealth
evolves and revolves so regeneratively redundant
and reiterative
and abundantly obvious BothLeft/AndRight.
Our tragedy is not just that patriarchal competition culture
is currently overpopulating the FirstWorld supremacist face of Earth,
although that is a profound climate health issue,
Climates of struggling health
and humanely unfulfilled landscapes of potential wealth
are even more seminally rooted
in LeftBrain cultural dominance
currently in last historical gasp
of over-populating each of our capitalist monoculturing days
to the point of extinguishing therapeutic values of more cooperative nights
and reproductive rights,
with or without full moons,
but under a sea of stars
now fading from view
and multicultural reweaving memory.
If we invested more time
sharing our own mixed-use wisdom stories,
and less time memorizing LeftBrain pathologies,
we might more cooperatively learn to live healthier,
with good humor, together
and to internally die less tragically, apart.
YangEgo is endosymbiotic
as Yin EcoHome grows ectosymbiotic.
These two faces of cooperative change
dipolar co-arise creolization,
transubstantiation,
metamorphic re-acclimation
within as without;
Interior landscape evolution
as exterior climates of great and small transitional revolutions.
