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GoldenRule Dream Circles

I was one of ten invited
to play an ego-enrichment game,
to experience economies of mutual democratic trust
contrasted with Win/Lose politics
of privileged narcissistic lust.

Why?
I reasonably ask,
when each of these ten invited ego-systems
could be home in front of our wood stoves,
slurping our chicken noodle soup
with lightly buttered whole-wheat toast.

Not that I was hungry.
But, board-less monopoly games
are not my polypathically curious preference
for growing healthing trust
v pathological hate and hoarding over-investment crimes
against compassionate nature.

“Universal trust,”
begins our god-like game facilitator,
“is usually only available in the eyes of an infant,
or a buddha,
or some everyday unlimited lover,”
or an unusually healthy and good-humored co-facilitator.

“This game is designed to facilitate unmitigated trust
with each person here”
and each ego not yet here
within our global
polypathic health-system;
This cooperating game intends to practice
a classic Win/Win Golden Rule.”

Our Game Rules
stipulate each EgoPlayer
“will receive four thousand dollars to begin
and may invest some or all
into a central communion pot,
or pass.”

“After everyone has had an opportunity to co-invest,
I will act as banker,
count your collectively invested cash,
double it from our communal treasury,
here at my open right hand,
and evenly re-distribute the now-subsidized communal pot.”
Then, again,
each ego-player may re-invest all
or some
or none
into our eco-systemic Commons.

Experienced WinEgo/WinEcoSystemic Players,
all ten of us re-invested all four-thousand dollars
back into our mutual eco-pot.

Our divinely generous banker, in turn,
gave each of us eight-thousand dollars,
and so on
until our Heavenly Treasury went bust,
while each Ego had $128,000 in highly liquid assets
and yet felt forced to pass
against all further non-remunerated
repetitious uniform and ritualistic play.

Now,
imagine we ten are active Catholics
and the Banker is of a priestly caste
distributing communion wafers,
one each Sunday
to each co-investing player.

And, each EgoPlayer may choose to reinvest part
or all
or none
of this cooperatively co-invested Grace received
from past weekly iterations.

Experienced unitarian WinWin players,
all ten of us religiously follow Golden Communion Ethics,
reinvest all co-passioned Grace received
so ecosystemic Wealth
will multi-laterally tenfold double.

Until Earth’s natural/spiritual Grace bank implodes,
maxed out of re-seasonal nutrition cycles,
yet organically slow-growing emergent deeper resilient
and wider resonant games
in ecosystemic gardens
among properly co-passionate gardener circles,

Networks of Golden EgoPassioned Players
banking on our longest-term resilient nurturing Grace
as climate pace of just-right resonant
reiterating
mutually nourishing rounds of well-seasoned Time.

In which yangish MotherEarth facilitates Grace disbursements
and each YinEgo cooperative Win/Win acclimated player
co-facilitates our ecopolitical game
to climax co-empowerment,
communion pot-restoring enlightenment
rather than wasting any valued communal Grace
on punishing sub-optimizing weaknesses
of narcissistic free-loaders,
sheep straying from our GoldenRule
WinWin GameCircle of co-investing passions.

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Rudolf the Ginger ReignDeer

Rudolf is mysteriously born in a manger
with a flaming red nose,
and eyes,
and ears,
and hair,
everywhere.

Gingers are rare
among his DeerTribe
as is his empathic capacity to know he is going where,
how to get there,
and about how long it could take
regardless of direction
or increasingly massive winter storms
as Earth’s dark final Solstice
ominously approaches collapse,

The opposite of Rapture
for all evangelists
and good news prophets
with politically correct monotheistic
retributive justice revenge passions
of a patriotic white nationalist
bitter wind nature.

Up until now,
Santa has relied on his GPS
especially for crossing polluted and rising oceans
and massively expanding deserts
where no people could live and prosper.

But, as the North Pole continues to melt
and winter night storms cover most of the northern hemisphere
Santa’s GPS joins the landfill,
unreliable for crossing ocean-size blizzards
and continental sand storms.

He consults his ReignDeer
in the Transportation Department.

After considerable non-violent discernment,
and a lot of back and forth with the Health and Safety Political Department
and the Communication and Marketing Correctness Department,
they recommend Rudolf to Santa
To see if he might be able to help guide his sleigh
of healthy gifts
despite Rudolf’s apparent deviant health issues
and his probable wealth of empathic internal voices
and his presumed challenges of politically incorrect humility.

Frankly, Rudolf is a bit queer,
especially when the sun lights up his nose
to the vibrant color of a red-hot coal.

So Santa asks Rudolf
if he might lead the way through growing storms of violent winds,
freezing ice and blinding sand.

Not by myself, he replies.
This is too much weight to bear
with flying sacred grace,
But if we might find
and teach
and listen to others with these same gingerish gifts,
then we might develop a leadership team
to fly far more than sufficient health resilience
for winter storm night skies
and shaking roofs.

Santa also asks Rudolf if he has any questions,
So Rudolf inquires about health and safety insurance
sufficient to cover Santa’s global transportation risks
and communion gifting opportunities.

Santa thinks this an unusual question
from young and apparently robust Rudolf,
but also a wise one
far beyond his ginger years.

Rudolf wonders if these health issues
came from his maternal grandmother
who may have been a violently violated ginger
but he had known her only after she turned silver
sparkling as a star

Twinkling warnings
of this post-millennial final Solstice,
when political aspirations for global healthy happiness
trails and travel
shrink to survival opportunities
activating more modest aging hope
to at least avoid catastrophic climate storms
of unsurpassed violence,
politically incorrect chaos,
tidal streams bereft of faith
in everyday sacred gifts.

Santa,
perhaps also of red-nosed ginger Tribe,
feels reassured by Rudolf’s hope
for health-optimizing faith,
both humanely non-sectarian
and divinely balancing ancient patriarchal mists
of wealthiest commercial night vision
with matriarchal transporting trends
toward gifting communal friendships,
strength and flow
for growing climates of political
and economic integrity.

Won’t you guide our sleigh of life tonight?

Yes, Rudolf replies with healthy glee,
especially at this messianic Solstice time
of this, my ancient ginger life.
How could we do less communal wealth
than actively hope for this night
and everyday health
of ginger polypath enlightening gifts?

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Warmer Memories

During December
I have trouble remembering we are potentially orgasmic organisms
designed for healing,
resiliently restoring our egos
acclimating with everyday eco-habitats
to regenerate this lifeline climax;

Virally reverse-hierarchical ecstatic experiences,
revolutionary,
BigBang self-other perpetuation,
transubstantiating,
creolizing,
primal relating
interdependent ZeroZones
of ambiguously autonomous identity.

Our most efficient organic economies
for enduring wealth
Are also our most effective ecological relationships,
natural/theological
a-theist/theist
matriarchal/patriarchal interdependent

Divine regenerating light
co-inviting dualdark humane aversions
to WinLose sectarianism,
anti-organic divisions,
anti-creative demonizing processes,
degenerative opposing originally regenerative healing light,
meaning,
purpose
in this darkening climate Advent time.

Effective ecological systems
also efficiently optimize economic WinWin trends
for all Earth and each sacredly climaxing Ego
for divine and yet humane light, non-sectarian
full ultra-violet octave, felt most brightly non-violent
transparently accessible, non-defensive
peacefully inviting health wealthy futures, non-insular.

We are life stories
sometimes deep learning Left with Right mindbody sacred ecologies
and too often mere products
of mis-educational Win/Lose factories,

We are polypathic climax designed
To create full awareness
of poli-economic power structures, octave
natural seasonal costs
and nutritional benefits,
To find repurposing healthy ways
for all Earth’s Tribes and Species
to achieve secular non-sectarian climax
and sacred non-violent objectives furthering resilience,
To invite green democratic global parties
to agree to a deep learned balancing environment,
To slow current run-away Lose/Lose rates
of outside ecological and inside theological chaos,
To escalate polypathic multi-lateral health/wealth outcomes.

Efficient ecological therapy
invites effective economic empowering theory,
fractal boundaries, zero-zone centered
non-sectarian zen sacred
in non-violent ultra-violet, spectral
non-insular green ecoschools,
musical tragic comedies, everyday
non-defensively open for graced karmic love

Ecologically restoring EarthJustice
to theologically restory Ego’s polypathic climax journey
into globally resonant warm EarthPeace.

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Cheerio ImagiNations

Imagine,
for the two thousand and twentieth time,
Yang is hierarchical upside power hungry
from above,
authorized to prey on those yins below,
however resiliently they may pray.

Yang grows politically overpowering strengths
of an autonomously omnipotent god,
pejoratively associated with patriarchy,
and ethologically connected with Bucky Fuller’s “convex”

So, of course,
Yang’s inevitable intuitively appositional co-arising correlate,
Yin is found hiding within reverse-hierarchical solidarity,
security from within economic nutritional FlowPower
associated with matriarchy,
sometimes pejoratively ecofeminist,
wiki,
excessive Green EarthMother solidarity,
assertive B-ness,
ambiguously pangender,
threateningly bisexual,
And ethologically “concave”

Inside Yang again,
repetitiously ad nauseum,
This thought loop could put anyone to Yang/Yin sleep,
I would humbly presume,
while munching on ambiguous, slightly sloggy,
whole whatever wheat cheerios with honey lips
and goat milk this medicated morning slips.

Yang with yin healthy
refines balance wealthy
feels like left with right nutritious mindbody
Bicameral Now fulfills Wondrous Here
as Space takes and talks up all my Time
to be thinking about something even bigger,
and more awesome

Like Yang’s corollary
Spacelessness absorbs all Timelessness,
somehow the opposite of the CompetingGod Fallacy,
inductively feeling
deductive cognitioning
conditioning so long as I remain committed
to WinWin spacious ways
and timeless means
of cooperative GoldenIntegrity Principles.

All this sacred inside energy
with secular outside integrity
is distracting when trying resiliently
to yang by restoring yin power flowingly
my way through this life story’s healthiest for all trajectory

Earth’s life history unravels
ethological unfolding
of a bilaterally nutritious,
reverse-hierarchical root system
actively and reactively nurturing trunks, then branches above
and closer
as reviewed from a northern tree
down south point of view

Wherever resides both LeftYang with RightYin fertile functions
West advocating for Eastern underground cooperative climate principles
inductive with deductive Golden Rights with Left
against pathological past Yang-dominant eco-climate wrongs.

OK,
Time to rinse this cereal bowl
and grow more cooperatively in to Left/Right bicameral space
With just sufficient ego/ecotherapeutic balancing RealTime
for 4D polypathic HealthTime
as measured by universal/unitarian
green sanctuary
nutritional care giving and receiving principles

For Restorative Justice standards
found in WiseElder Times
of Permacultural Design

For yangish ego-systems
absorbed in healing Earth’s eco-climate
with reparations of focused peace
and healthy diet quiet.

I need more romantic adventure
in my imagined sacred communion
of non-violent peace
as a more healthy balanced climate system
breakfast.

We could work on crunch-time principles
But, please, in a dignified way
that properly reflects your imagined status
as a graceful polypathing wise north-prominent GreenElder
re-centering soulful 2020 eyes
on faithful west
through loving south
through hopeful east.

Oh, I get it,
stop hanging around in wild Western competitive economies
quite so patriarchal cowboy much,
to head back romantically South.

Especially in the winter.
It’s good to migrate bipedal communication.
Keeps us uncomfortably wondering
what mysteries yin-south might nakedly unveil,
unweave against white nationalist paranoia,
fear-mongering industries of violent
capitalistic
ballistic profit.

Hmmm.
Wonder how this cereal circle bowl and silver spoon
were washed
baptized
and rightly left on Earth’s therapeutic fabric
to dry my climate trauma,
to health this timeless mist,
GodHereHead without discarding Goddess inside Now

Self authorized to prey distractedly on lowly yins
inside and below,
however effluently we may breakfast pray
for better bicameral health/wealth focus.

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Advent Funerals with Birthdays

The coincidence of Advent
and the HW Bush eulogies
reminded me of DJ Trump’s challenge
to laugh about himself
at least as quickly as he laughs against others.

As compared to any recent US President,
he comes in dead last
for his appropriate humility,
willingness to sacredly listen, empathize with generosity,
and least place for his ability to nurture resilient international peace,
and I am not sure these two challenges
are merely side-by-side coincidental.

Other challenges seem to come with the Yangish motivation required to even become a credible candidate.

Presidential candidates
at least since the Civil War,
if not the Revolutionary War,
are not generally known for saintly sacred listening
to and for healthy multicultural developments,
domestic or foreign,
domestic and yet foreign
to those unschooled in WinWin health-power whisperings,

Noticing positive deviance
advocated and praised and blessed first well-humored,
before negative pedestrian bullying rat races continue
with all paranoid Win/Lose stripes
madly pursued by monoculturing manic political stars.

This Advent day of HW Bush eulogies
was also my oppositionally defiant daughter’s seventeenth birthday.
When I asked her for an allegorical meaning
for the Sleeping Beauty fable
she dismissed the story
as another patriarchal humorless female Messianic staple
for achieving EarthJustice happily ever after
by mere kiss of Prince Charming
after she had done all the heavy emotional lifting
required to rebuild sacred communion
with resilient good humor.

But, she is more interested in discussing Robin Hood
and Little Red Riding Hood,
all the potential messianic Hood leaders
who know predative patriarchal wolves when they see
and hear
and smell them,
even in hooded disguise,
transparently lying on their own grandmother’s bed
and Bibles
and thrones,
about being more committed to democratic good-humored healthy constitutions
advocates for sharing communion with all
before defending their own ego-centric hindquarters.

My fetal alcoholic seventeen year old daughter
knows wolves when she hears them
in government threatening humorless voices
or more entertainingly violent industrial corruption predators.

Feminist Hoods can themselves taste wolf hunger
for royal hunting and riding
and devouring innocent WinWin democratic youth,
separating them from their naive healthy multiculturing forests,
composed by
and for
and of naturally diverse and good-humored habitats.

She can smell satiated predators
growing hungry for vulnerable healthy integrity
stealing back fleeting power from Win/Lose playing wolves
by investing economic and political trust
in those still living natural-humored life
as a normal spiritually connecting re-investment.

Hooded egos still know this spiritually enchanted forest life
as a naturally reconnecting hope
for healthy happier,
more co-redemptive,
EarthJustice futures.

And so the eulogies
and my daughter’s exegetical birthday party progressed
through Cinderella’s king and queendom
at healthier humored EarthJustice hand
after marrying her Prince of Adventuring Revolutionary Peace.

On through the Three Little Pigs
enjoying shared wolf-soup communion
with all EarthTribe’s piglets and cubs,
dolls and stuffed bears
communioned while sitting down grace-fully together.

She hears this same polypathic humored journey
in every diversely sacred narrative
she leads and listens,
smells and tastes and feels
hope for Earth’s wealth
of future everyday health
for democratic constitutions,
disability stories,
eulogies inviting salvific humor.

This coincidence of birthday and funeral
reminds me of our sacred challenges
to laugh communally among ourselves
more than jeering a viral twittering weapon
against the vulnerabilities of others.

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Literature Standards

My standard for literature,
whether romantic
or academically sobering,
and preferably some hybrid in-between,

Literature teaches me
something I had not previously known,
but somehow felt,
about myself.

Even better,
also teaching me something new
about logos life on Earth

And mythic even better,
also teaching me something long implicitly precedented
about loving life
within revolving frames
of evolution’s flaming
and quiet shaming
history.

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