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Please UnCorrect Me

Please correct me if I do not accurately speak for you,
I would not misrepresent your fellow readers
and writers and breathers
and heart-beaters,
but I believe outcomes,
goals we most want
our local and national and international political networks
to actually achieve,
further develop,
move toward a more optimally nutritional economy,
a multicultural co-arising creation story,
both beginning and ending with each day through dreaming night,
and yet continuing throughout each multigenerational lifetime of light,
success stories of health abundance,
more heaven-building,
less hell-raising competition and strife and suffering.

Does it follow that an optimally performing economy
would most likely become the highest and best use product
of a more cooperative political system?
where Both-And dialectic gratitude
isn’t merely lip service prayers of blessing
the hands and minds preparing this feast,
a brief counter-cultural respite
before returning to politics
brought to us by Business As Usual
not-really-news entertainment networks
thriving on Either-Or evolutionary plot-lines
Win for White Hats
is Lose for myopic
hypocritical
egocentric
tyrannical
suspiciously-fascist
yet nakedly conniving political Bureaucrats
and other Black Hat powerful anger-and-fear-fundamental Terrorists.

If we want a cooperatively abundant family
and community
and WinWin national as international economy,
we best change our political story line
from bicameral dissipation
toward bilateral midway discernment
of healthy nutritional
BothTrue-AndHealthEnCulturing supplements,
like Vitamin D feeding rituals of congressional chaplains
begging for rain of grace enculturation,
organically multicultural cooperative economies,
politically developing healthy green plants,
and forests,
therapeutic systems,
nutritional networks,
economic minds
achieving most with least loss
as most politically cooperative gain
for already marginalized, non-elite bodies
electing to serve future empathic-trust generations
of all life systems
as we would best serve
our own ego’s more limited,
and limiting,
services.

Which might therefore need to please be corrected
as I do not accurately speak with you,
my fellow readers and writers and breathers
and bicameral balancing heart beaters.

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Sensory Overload

What’s left of my mind
when I open my mouth
is the part I could never say.

What’s left of my mind
when you open yours
is a place I hope we can stand.

What’s left of my soul
when you open my eyes
is time soaring through blue brown skies.

What’s left of my soul
when you show me your eyes
is a smile for your own,
send me light.

What s left of my heart
when I open my ears
screams revolting hot climate fear.

What’s left of my heart
if you’ll open yours
is the part I most need to hear.

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Politics of Healthy EcoSystems

Wealthy thrivers of politically competitive strategies
become calcifying outcome patterns
building up around the bicameral heart
of our healthy ebb and flow financial system.

Investment of time and money,
nutrition flowing in established monoculturing directions
tends to stick there,
accumulating ever more fatty tissue,
monopolistic issues
of political-economic heart failure
ensues hardening of political life’s ecosystemic arteries.

More cooperative polycultural WinWin balance
sustains
where a monoculture with hardening arteries will fail
to optimally thrive,
while sucking in environmental resources
until healthy families and communities and species over-consume
and wilt and fail
faster than their nutritional systemic replacement rate.

What do starving and thirsty biosystems need from you
with you
of you
through you
to share with you
every nutritional grace we could cooperatively contain?

My answer does not end
with another monocultural Trump card,
or even anthro-centric
industrial
mechanical
ballistic
military competition.

Hearts over-flowing with violent power-investment intent
will only further harden current anthro-monopolistic death-trends
toward cardiac arrest.

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Sensual Hearts and Flaming Flowers

You’re the flame around my heart,
am I still your smile
when we’re apart?

As you leave your flame flares up,
but when I look into your face,
I miss your fuel-fired smiling fart.

If you’re my fire
where were you before my first flame?
What were you before in me?

After your last flame
returns from where it came
what remains but primal memory?

Although our flames elapse and change,
consume and exhale in recessed waves,
are you this same fire
from first consuming flame
through our last expiring rest?

Other than your warm body
of Earth’s wavey-rational co-gravitation,
how are we not the same fire
I watched expire last night?

How do fire storms and tsunami
earthquakes with family landslides
measure life’s self-reflective Time?

Our flame of hearts
hide co-viral souls
all the same
in some primal ways,
yet more interesting in our difference
through other times and sacred places,
heartflow space
as nature’s species
emerging fertile trends
with despairing ends,
encultured Trees of Life
as discultured Root Systems of DeComposing Death,
inducing memories of good flame health
interrupted by time’s double-present boundary,
pathology of absent loss of breath.

Is this how our flame of love
is sacredly Sun’s same zero-Soul?
yet mundane nature’s
more uniquely DNA identified
absence of warm love
and peaceful pastures?

Flames co-arise up and down
to up and out evolve again
another day of shared reiterative memory,
another season,
another moment,
another spacetime advent toward
regene-culturing well-fired outcomes
of prime temporal co-relations,
Yang poli-flame emergent hearts,
as YinYin co-rising-gravitating economics
of fire’s all-consuming productive flow,
(0)-soul bicameral permaculture,
healthy well-balanced compost,
burning nutrients of air and soil,
mixing internal neuronic-neutronic DNA-treated-water
baptizing RNA-treated breaths
of inhaling/exhaling Sun greets Earth ecology.

Wavey flames with nutrient fuel
form co-arising hearts,
Prime Relationships
so zero-centric strong
mere zen-dipolar intent
raises Yang’s full-power flame
with YinYin fertile RNA-fractal balanced flow,
WinWin CoRelational Balancing
zippy hearts against wilting flowers,
YangUracil’s optimizing CQI health-trend
regenerating midway fire.

Your flame inhales and exhales
smiling DNA Yang,
reversing notnot smiling-aptic reverse-trend LoseLose,
my ecofertile flow fuels spirit flames,
sensual breaths,
co-empathic smiles
toward RNA equivalent tempered WinWin Balance,
co-gravitating flames Right-ebb
as Left Positive Psychology flow
of co-arising dialectic health
(0)Rigin as (0)Mega OrthoPraxis,
cooperative bicameral health of flames
love to smell and grow together.

You’re the flame around my bicameral heart,
am I still your bilaterally co-gravitating smile,
when we’re apart?

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Playing Queen of Hearts WinWin

Conceived in manic sorrow,
proclaiming her self-left-as-righteous Hollowness,
the less assertive Queen of Hearts:

I’m good between either of these two black kings
and those two black jacks behind,
either one,
no matter to me

Between a spade for digging soul enrichment
or a clubbing tool to force what’s mine
or should be ’cause it could be,
it’s all the same to me,
but I have no use for diamonds
or other hearts,
unless of course you decide to play PolyPathic hearts and diamonds with me,
and Sister
then we might form a primal tributary
through temporal primacy,
you see,
or not,
which also matters notnot to me,
to us, really

You see,
my dear Win-Lose player,
I do not consider Yeah? or NoWay?
notnot both-and
with the same economic WinWin equivalencies
as do you,
yet still it is my voice you hear
in Egoyou as ecoconscious co-arising empathy.

My Queenly Heart co-empathic powers
speak through our mutually-deaf right ear
of primal strategic order,
fractal syntax dreams and shapes,
rhythms and nature’s pattern of light and dark
and seasons suggesting reasons
for health reverses decay,
bicameral reds and black
equivalently polycultured
synergetically stacked
Player-self/other cooperative optimizing
WinWin politically seasonal reasoned choices
for which and where to both fold and unfold,
so as not to refold

This Queen of Hearts
prefers two black kings NotNot
on top
with two black jacks, AngerPast with FutureFear
more positively negative
to push my sacred eco-behind
to make lovely nutritional pies and charts and designs
while Earth’s sun still shines climatically
LeftSunEgo/RightEarthEco NotNot-centered
dipolar

(and, frankly, diastatically equivalent pre/post-climatic opti-sustained,
but don’t let on
’cause people confuse my Ecos-energy with QueenDiamond’s Eros-lust for wealth
far beyond what could ever be good for her own health,
but if you tell her I said that
I will politically and economically deny right/left pathological imbalance
on-bilateral-systemic-memorynetwork as WorldWinWin-line)

Diastatic Queen of Hearts EcoMessianic
bicameral voices nibbling through
my recessive Right ear to hear
healthgift-it-forward
bicameral eyes to see
nutritional embryonic regenerativity.

Queen of Hearts
teaches Gaia-As-Self-Care lessons
for life as love
by first divesting
of all that competitive overinvesting
in Left-brain dominant-dissonant
bicameral quasidomesticity.

The King of EarthClubbing Win-Lose Games,
don’ want you to know
he’s got his biggest Deepest-SpaceClub Transitionally aiming
to shoot way past your stressing,
over-clubbed past and over-spading fading future Ego,
arrows landing in WinWin ecotherapy landscapes,
filled with polycultural decks of (0)Mega card manna,
each one steering toward WinWin Polytaire.

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Gypsy Homebound

Heart is where my home finds graceful relationship,
where my soul simply IS,
my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly contentious and content.

Home unveils life’s liturgy.
This home where I was conceived
and born
has rebirthed me each dawn
and decomposed through all my dream time,
where I grew up and out,
where brother moved away
from where I was married,
from where I buried my grandparents,
and then my parents.

As my body houses identity
my home houses body.
While home and self-identity can be distinguished
one from the other,
this is never a benign or wisely severing discrimination;
better as a distinction without prospects for contented difference,
dishearted separation.

My soul and mind and body fade and wilt
withdrawn by force and circumstance
from embryonic being.
To awaken or sleep away
in any profanely alien place,
without power or even hope to return
to more sacred memoried space,
fades my eyes and ears and nose,
my skin down to my spinal bones,
despair this senseless loss of sense
of life and breath and bread that once was mine
and could be mine to share again.

My home is where I live
my view of neighbors and town and Earth and life
flowing sedately toward, then past too quickly
on my backyard river of memory,
greeting ducks and swans
herons and eagles soaring by
to hunt this fertile rippling home with me
now fading into memory
as memory shades to sympathy and apathy,
and apathy to this sad self-isolation
from my heart’s dismembering womb.

Lavish price for a new bodied home
invites sublimating new with best familiar practices and intents,
artifacts of golden relational memories from past days
and life
and home,
reframed by unfamiliar
but gracefully welcoming
trees
and birds
and weeds.

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Work and Play

Suffering and depression,
repression and suppression,
are monocultural yet environmental work;

While interdependent mania,
sublimation and enlightenment,
comprehensive consciousness,
are polycultural play.

They mutually inform,
ecologically balance,
mind with heart with lung’s full breath economy,
with healthy appetites for eco-optimizing values
across all senses,
blending beauty with knowledge,
taste with touch,
heartache with heart-full nest.

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Homeward Loss

Heart is where my home is,
my soul,
my memories of becoming,
of being at my best,
sometimes my worst,
but always my most full, complete,
most abundantly happy, content.

Home unveils life’s liturgy.
This home where I was conceived
and born
has rebirthed me each dawn
through all my dream time,
where I grew up,
where siblings moved on,
where I was married,
from where I buried my grandparents,
and then my parents.

As my body houses my identity
my home houses my body.
While home and self-identity can be distinguished
one from the other,
this is never a benign discrimination;
a distinction without prospects for contented difference,
dishearted separation.

My soul and mind and body fade and wilt
withdrawn by force and circumstance
from my embryonic being.
To awaken or sleep away
in any other place,
without power or even hope to return,
fades my eyes and ears and nose,
my skin down to my spinal bones,
despair this senseless loss of sense
of life and breath and bread that once was mine
and could be mine to share again.

My home is where I live
my view of neighbors and town and Earth and life
flowing sedately toward, then past too quickly
on my backyard river
greeting ducks and swans
herons and eagles soaring by
to hunt this fertile rippling home with me
now fading into memory
as memory shades to apathy,
and apathy to this sad isolation
from my heart’s womb.

 

For Caroline

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Death Within Life

I have learned about external death,
absence of life,
found beyond this body’s borders of place and time,
outside Ego’s hunting season of here and now.
But, news to me,
whether good or bad I still can’t quite say
or think,
death lurking within,
stalking,
tempting,
discouraging,
dissonating,
decomposing,
deducing,
enthymematically implicating,
adventurously waiting for freestyle swimming
in polycultured octave lights and sound
of gravitating rainspiral frequencies,
soaring flight of dark-fearless insight.

We each evolve holons of SuperEco’s Universe,
RNA Identity,
interdependent
yet fully complete
within each eternal moment
of Prime Relationship
between space and time,
Yang and Yin,
Uracil and Cytosine,
Ego and darkly fertile Earth resonant Eco-Comprehension
Polyculturing Compost,
exegetical Commons of
mind and heart,
nature and spirit,
divine and human coincidental present,
Presence,
interdependent gift of karmic grace,
wu wei peace greeting
meeting just-sufficient
sublimely intimate exquisite forms
of Here and Now.

Internal death implies our more comprehensive integrity
of timelessly cooperative potential,
free of fear of siloed failure,
silent screaming dissonance,
diseased autonomy of heart
and eisegetic isolated mind.
Love as synergy of life and death,
confluence and dissonance;
lack of full metasystemic morphosis,
incomplete transductive love,
creates fantasies,
illusion and mythos,
language and liturgy,
mindful heartfelt freedom
limned and boundaried,
defined by incarnating power flow and function
in this time and place,
both dissonantly disturbing and warmly resonant narratives
unfolding culture’s nutrients,
hidden within history’s hard-bound evolving covers.

 

 

 

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Playing Hearts

Don’t think you know everything

there is to know about yourself,

until you know when a compelling image

of your future does not always

evoke an egocentric No!

 

Don’t think you know everything

about yourself,

because, if you did,

you would mentor

only a remarkable lack of curiosity.

 

Don’t think you will every fully comprehend

yourself,

until you fully comprehend Universal Intelligence itself,

your self id-superEcoTherapeutic-entity.

 

The more you uncover your hearts,

the less cognitive dissonance discovered.

 

Open your hearts and awareness,

the physical ones empowering your nutritional information stream,

and the metaphysical heart that is your core,

incarnating soul, (0) equivalently balancing,

smooth-structured dipolar holonic linearity,

like an acorn to a tree,

evolving from trembling tendril,

emerging from past incarnations

of annual Life-time Tree’s

polycultured root system

absorbing Earth’s enriching soul

economy of permaculturing compost.

 

Eastern therapies

read ego right to left as

water flows down hill.

 

Western eulogies

read eco left to right as

bloodstreams pump up hill.

 

 

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