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Finding Joy

Even better than finding joy
is not losing communion.

I find my most resilient joy
unfolding my larger healthy identity
commonly rediscovering contentment
in my own here/now coloring skin
on this our cooperatively managed soil
and water
and air
and fire
within Earth’s co-passionately healthy climate.

I find a secular natural
yet sacred spiritual
space inside
where we have interdependently recreated joy
absorbing
mutually digesting
ingesting both pain and gain,
egocentric threat of mortal
either live or die
loss,
anthro-hubris of either ego-healthy win
or eco-wealthy lose
suffering.

My joy grows most resilient
when ego understands healthy both/and dipolar life
ego/eco bi-centering Earth-loyal service,
our healing objective for all life systems
beyond my egocentric own identity’s mortal failure
to thrive with inviting personality.

To uncover joy
through Earth’s timeless life regeneration;
that is my healthiest secret
of robustly wealthy happiness.

Even better than finding joy
is not losing both ego
and eco
yang with yintegral
communion.

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An Amusing Music Muse

I suspect I’m more interested in how Sondheim writes music
than the Beatles,

Although I have no information
to support this paltry hypothesis

Much less could I justify to patient well-versed you
why I also suspect
this tells me something about who I am

And vocationally about who I am meant to be
as a gospel communicating person,
a transporting soul
sharing sung enchantments.

Does linguistic content
inform mystery’s melodic message?

Or do melody and rhythm
reign before shaping
unfolding ecological
psychological
theological lyrics?

Or all of these sacred ingredient voices
speaking with secular integrity
Above?

Deep love learning below

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Fr. Time’s Reprise

Fr. Time, thanks for coming back again today.

Well now, you know I always have plenty of time
for Dr. Glory!

Thank you for that rather cloying and creepy response.
I talked to FireGod a few days ago,
were you aware of that?

Yes, of course.
He and EarthGaia know all about each other.
Although not on the same page,
they are each appositional pages
in the same gospel choirbook,
so to run on with too many words once again….
Where am I?

It sounds like you are aware of FireGod’s agenda,
why he’s all fired up
to worship a God of ReGenerative Healthy Time.
Is this the God you worship, Fr. Time?

Worship is more EarthGaia’s department, actually.
I guess I would say I do my co-gravitating balance best
to continue perpetuating God
as Nutritious Co-Elational Prime Relationship.

Relationship with?…
Relationship with what or whom?
Is your God a verb
without subject or object?

No.
A verb with Yang languaged subjects
unfolding yin-dipolar co-arising objectives,
health,
life,
re-creation,
self-perpetuating 4D bicameral polycultural systems.

Fr. Time, does it bother you
that you seem to be too self-involved
for the rest of us?
Are you worshiping yourself
in some narcissistic whirlwind of nothing important?

No, again,
co-gravitating time as co-arising space
balancing WinWin ecohealth
is not worshiping God
although it could be divinely humane
if we could all help each other’s bicameral time
feel and grow and become
and evolve more therapeutically balanced.

Let me try this one last time.
Not as God-loving Gaia
and not as Fear-filling FireGod,
but as these Two,
Right with Left,
Past with CoPresent synergetic Future,
who or what is God to BiLateral Time?

BiCameral CoArising TimeEqualness.
I could say that.
I did say that.
But, saying this changes God
into language that could not quite be truly just and right and good
and fully beautiful.
A song perhaps,
or, better, a dance.
God is my 4-steps of dialectic revolutionary freedom
to choose health over pathology
by setting aside all that is not love becoming
eco-self-conscious elational-correlational
co-empathic time
within and without our selves.

Still doesn’t have much swing to it.

You think my timing is off?

I think your balance is off.

No, that couldn’t be,
or ever become true.

So you say.

So I am that I was.

Not that one again.

Time repeats

Oh, here we go…

Mutually CoPresent.

Fr. Time…?

More of a Father/Queen Eco BiCameral Time
TransParent YHWH dancing dream.

God is your Heavenly Dream?

And BeLoved Community Earth.

Dancing together?

Kind of a jazzy swing and dance,
lots of spinning and drums,
and stretching,
don’t forget to stretch
physically and metaphysically together.
It feels so good
once it stops disforming history.

Fr. Time, are you still with me here?

Now I am, if you are too.

Is there a Queen Time?
Because, frankly, I feel sorry for her,
if there is.

Yes and no, I’m bilaterally co-gravitational;
everybody knows my self-progenitive creation story.

Oh, well, thank you, again, Fr. and Mother Time
for another lovely non-dialogue
here at our PermaCultural Climate Conference.
Can’t tell you how much we enjoy
your timelessly vacuous messages.

Think nothing of it.
Do it all the time.

OK, you’re doing that thing again,
when I try to say thanks for the interview
and close
but you have to get in one last self-referencing plug.
You are such a shameless hustler!

Just half the time.

Goodnight.

Night…

Is s/he really gone?

[Still here, now…]

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River Source

We are each a spring of therapeutic kindness
and pathological unkindness
emerging from and toward a rising river of time,
flowing down deep through universal oceanic absorption,
ebbing back upriver’s EarthBound regeneration
back through time
leaping to confluently touch PresentPresence
if only for a timeless golden moment,
rapturous waterfall of time’s integrity
sweeping back and forth
across Earth’s ecoconscious eyes,
radiantly elational swirling smiling timeless joy
in love with timeless enjoying OtherTimes
CoPresent.

Kindness and unkindness transactions
among collegial parasitic ecotherapists
often unequal in power over potential futures,
produce both generosity and stinginess of empathy,
which responses ecoconsciousness invites
as appropriately proportional
are transactions between mutual water-flow mentors
of gratitude and lack thereof.

River’s Way
invests our human natured
Business as Fluidly Usual,
but Water’s EarthConscious Way
always prefers eco-gravitating
regenerational therapy,
rather than stagnant swamps
seeping monoculture’s stinky toxins,
ebbing lack of love
as healthy nature’s spring.

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Conversational Ecstasy

I believe SuperEgo bicameral comprehension
functions, forms, and flows organic
ecotherapeutic integrity;
I believe balanced Left-Right consciousness
orbits toward ecstatic psychology.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it just that way
’til my mean old SuperEgo
lets me go outside to play.

Imagine with me for a moment,
if you would be so generous,
god as not only love
but also the most joyful joy we could be,
cooperatively networked together.

And why do I want to play this imagination game
with you
or even without you?
What is this joy of which you speak?
I know peace in silent music
and wind and surf,
but is therapy of sound this joy?

Perhaps not quite enough,
maybe only halfway here.
We grow toward pregnant Now becoming being joy
with you.

While I assume this will not be news
I need to remind you
that your presence does not always feel like gift,
source of joy,
not so much really,
sometimes more painful to my drift.

Yes, I know.
But, it brings me joy to recall
in our more dissonant crash
that I feel precisely the same suffering way
about your sorry ass.

Perhaps you should find a different therapist.
One who evolves less sure of god as graced-love
and much more joy,
one not so sure your God is humor,
Eco-ing DNA’s RNA CommonSense.

If I understand your cynicism
I might write your song,
“I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it just that way
’til my mean Ol’ Dad
lets me go outside to play.

Your issues with remembering who I am
rather than who you thought I would be
seem not too distant clarity
or even acceptance,
but your troubling habit of editing my opera
into your joyful musical comedy,
this tangles our melodic frequencies
and harmonic function.

How can I reach heavenly you
when all day through
you bind me to
your flight toward unEarthy game wars,
your fear of losing rich rewards,
blockade toward joy,
your life your toy
to blindly scream away?

How could I throw away this toy
you never gave me?
My defeats,
static surrenders to right-now desire,
or lack thereof,
steer me far clear of your enchantment
with ecstatic joy.

What is your purpose
when Earth’s becoming
is your wise Being,
if your Being
is not also Earth’s meaningful becoming?
If you are not part of Earth’s mindful nature
then Humane Being cannot naturally co-arise,
develop,
regenerate.
Your becoming cannot be not Our becoming,
my Being fades when we are not We
together.

What is this to me
your wilting Earth
and flat-line monopolistic dark comedy?
My joy turns tragedy to operatic outcomes.
What you label Oppositional Disorder
I hear as contending Cognitive Dissonance,
hoping for a Draw someday,
someplace away.

What you find unnaturally cacophonous
confuses my spirited silence.
Your values are not Ours
on my side of your Oppositional Divide,
my values are my own,
and I am free of Win, Lose, or Draw cultures
and competing for scarcity gamesmanship,
Our Truth as Consequence game
contains our Tug of War.
Imagine with me
in this Eternal Moment
your Ego filled with endless joyful joy
as you pull all Earth toward finish line
and you are confidently winning
your Boddhisatva Interdependent Challenge.
Even should you not choose releasing survival’s course rope,
you have full faith that We are winning
and this joy will never end.
Your Being has become,
your response fulfills your stimulus of birth,
your effect regenerates your course’s cause,
your What Ifs? echo and mirror your What Are We?,
all Earth recreates your joy.

I’ve got nothin’ to say
And I’m gonna keep it that way
’til my mean ol’ life pilgrimage
through dissonant pathology
let’s me go outside to play.

That does indeed sound operatic.

Right, and not so much joyful joy
this side of my playground.
See ya.
Wouldn’t wanna be ya.

Oh, but you are,
except your opera damns divine divas,
weeping and shrieking in off-stage wings
of perpetually-coming purgatory,
while Earth’s musical comedy,
reenacts all that drama on your Win-Lose playground,
where Her Sun ain’t bringin’ no bad news
all eternal day.

Why do you always need to have the last word,
the last line?

We have a shared last line.

No, you just did it again,
with the We thing.

Yes We did.

I’m closing the door now.

Yes We are.

Hopeless.

Joyless.

Can I maul your head?

Our head.

My head.

Imagining with We
brings joy.

LAAAAAAAAAST WORD! HA!

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Why life?

Why does dawn dress morning,
while dusk undresses sight?
Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day
as Easter morning's redemptive revolution,
another day of gift-it-forward light,
some longer,
some shorter before naked covered night.

Why life?
To uncover love's light invitation,
synergy's eco-creative comprehensive meaning.
To discover love life sustained 
as vastly interdependent belonging.
To recover synergy's perpetual pilot light,
decomposing fire's burning fuel rate 
and flow toward identity's
nurturing heated health and eternal sight.

Why rehabilitation,
repurposing of people, places,
property, possessions, planet?
Recreation unfolds a coincidentally redemptive event,
dawning/darkening new each moment and day and life and species,
paradigm and meme,
language and information,
conscience and consciousness,
each loving act of mutual gravity's practice.
Therapeutic intent to rehabilitate and repurpose
grows internally nutritious spiritual roots,
externally natural branches,
ecological economics healing cooperative Paradise Lost
within, and without,
comprehensive polymorphic landscapes
of Ego and SuperEcoing Earth's bi-versal systems.

Language both fertilizes and farms.
produces and consumes,
enthymemes and echoes,
grows and harvests 
induces and deduces vision
sight
sound
feelings.
Speech and thought both rehabilitate and repurpose understanding,
comprehensively comprehending co-passionate nutritional con-science.
Linguistic analysis decomposes and recreates cultural memory, imagination, hope and faith,
despairing dreams predicting sintaxing decay,
raping screams restricting life,
universal dark negentropy swallowing Earth's synthetic life of light,
both dissonance and confluence,
double-negatives within positive,
contentiousness within contentedness,
fearing death within loving full climax life,
longing within belonging.

Noticing dipolar relationships,
Ego-yang and SuperEco-yin-yin Earth ships,
enrich polypathic fields of analogical Win-Win evolutionary perception,
growing consciousness of interdependent value paradigms,
love between my weeds and flowers,
brothers and sisters all over this organic farm
of deeply resonant ecologic.

Id-entity rests simply silent
growing confidence in SuperEco's compelling righteous revolution
resonant resolution
swelling discontented longing roots
to regenerate passion's peacefilled leafing NOW.

SuperEco is to Yang/Yin synergetic power
as Id-entity is to Yang/Yin voiceless balance 
listening discernment to and of and in and by natural systems,
as non-violent intent is to recreative peace and ecojustice practice,
as inclusive consciousness grows co-passion's Beloved Community.

Decompositional function of polynomial language 
grows information's reverse hierarchy QByte octaved bicameral systems,
where Right-brain not-not polynomial 
rediscovers binomial spacetime,
waving double-boundaried resolution of eternal time, 
coincidental meeting of infinitely omnipresent past with omnipotent future.
Regenerate function of language creates, 
inspires,
enjoys,
insights,
dawns both ecologically wise and economically (0)-summed co-operation,
fueling Earth's peaceful power with global compassioned justice.
 
SuperEco comprehension both fuels and farms love,
organic ecotherapy for all four seasons,
including advent's winterish purgation,
winnowing Identity's weedy monotonous roots,
composting Earth Tree's rehabilitating spring branches
stretching out with gratitude 
toward Omniscient Eco's radiantly graceful light.

Why regenerate living?
Why not decompose dying?

 

 

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