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What’s the Remaining Difference of Zero

What’s the difference,
and where lie the solidarities, between

Panentheism
and transubstantiating experience,
Multisystemic co-acclimation
and multicultural creolization,
Herstoric history
and theologically dynamic ecology,
Sacred evolutionary revolution
and restoring EarthJustice,
Resilient peace
and everyday sacred
non-violently enchanting
democracy
of positive energy?

Why does this list
speak with uniting integrity?
While seeing synergetic principles
of multicultural healthy zeroism,
transubstantiating all non-universal paradigms,
emerging polyphonic polynomials
mutually synergetic

Re-defined
by plusHere and minusNow,
One egocenter
monoculturing greed for timeless wealth
without concomitant
transubstantiating WiseElder
DNA sacredly co-enscribing,
prescribing,
describing
regeneratively resilient
healthy wealth
of future searching ancient regenerations.

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Beginning’s Thankful End

He spoke in words and silent grace
of light between dark dissonant disgrace,
angry fearful place
flying through anti-space.

She writes dances
to this ending day
in enlightening worded rhythms
revolutions erupting from deep frightening evolutions
starkly silent–
anti-historic fiction friction

What will they responsibly say together
through each empowered daily doing?

What do we pray
between listening
to light of darkness, revolting
words between co-dependent conspiracy of silence?

Why does light speak health?
How could kind words invite love?
While dark ignorance breeds hate
and politically correct silent corrections
feed violent conspiring fear
of punishing injustice
headed Ego’s RightWing irresponsible way.

S/he writes enlightening words
and acts with loyal courage
despite darkly silent soul.

S/he flies bionic responsive light
and swims through ionic balancing words,
runs erotic dark rhythms of EarthSoul’s ecology
teaching exotic silence–
theologically resonant reiterating recycles
reweaving natural light with spiritual word–
binomial relational traces.

S/he speaks responsively
in words and silent co-inspiring grace
of grateful light
despite dark dissonant disgrace.

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NonConspiring Muses

Imagine DNA as architectural color design,
regenerative blueprint,
but written in fugue fractal songs,
no two exactly identical
except for twins.

Each species shows some shared architectural greyscale function
like staffs holding up a linear musical score
for counting eighth and sixteenth notes
in 4-dimensional realtime.

Each hue and cry species
shares it’s own seasoned key
and basic rhythmic nurturing structure
and range of song-scaled nutritional sound.

Animals sing in absorbing hues and cries of red and blue
and hibernate through ultra-violet greyscale early memories
both secular and more deeply sacred
convexly wondrous and concavely awesome
but also at risk of future terror,
WinLose cost cast as predative until mortal prey,
bully until un-organic victimized remains
dreaming in nightmare red inside
without blueprint memories of outside.

Meanwhile, smaller plants and microbes,
flora and brawny dream in green tree shade
and yellow sunlight
pushing out new deep learning roots,
sensitive to which humane divine songs
would favor and flavor us both sacred and secular beauty,
both spirit and nature true animal dynamism,

Nondual ZeroZone dynamics
of blue ahead
and red behind
green in-between
ultra-violet wisdom
of sacred secular animals,
EarthTribe cooperative lovers
reforesting economic and political health justice
both natural and spiritual,
ecological and theological
and sufficiently day/night BigNonBang
everyday DNA romantic revolutions
within dualdark polypathically logical
color-blind dream memories
in ultra-violet sound and green sight
taste and feel
unitarian smell and universally hear
windy redesigns and wintry ocean tides,
red skies dawning blueprints
for well-sung childhood songs.

Imaging DNA
designing color red
generating blueprint
for free fugue fractal songs,
no two green identical
except for dipolar newborn muses.

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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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Opposite Day

It’s Opposite Game day
says JayJay
to on-screen enthusiastic friends.

I have no adult time or patience
to see or hear
right as not not opposition wrong

Right, like left,
only appositionally spaced
like I have timeless time
for western this nor eastern that.

If God or Goddess is inside everywhere
with us on our voyage stuckness outside nowhere,
both here and there
then yet not just there
nor merely here.

Just as the opposite of empty secular time
is no sacred time and, yes, eternal timelessness

I wonder why white black
appears greyscale to daytime me
while black white feels ultra-violet bright
at night.

Something could not be right
about left experience of love as life
inexperienced
as dusty death.

All Earth feels full with resonant music
and sky voided silent empty resilience
brittle as a frozen drum
without a ballistic stick
of thunder opposing lightning

It might be true
opposites of dance
are static non-moments
for sterile decay
stagnant non-being
remaining lifeless,
abandoned by courageous hope
to dance once more

And yet I wonder
why opposite of no yes
says “not yet”
while tension between yes no
waits for a double-binding second “no”
to also produce relentless ambiguity
of not not yet.

The opposite of yet
what and whom and why could past become
if we could just get
not not yet
as a sure bet
for outside climate health
and not inside bitter weathered pathology?

From left against right
day recovering night
not not wrong
silence predicting not not adventurous theme songs
oppositionally inappropriate
for Jay Jay’s dancing apposition daze.

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Excuse Me!

Excuse me!
my son’s bus driver exclaimed
as I walked away this morning.
I had not finished putting his safety harness on.

Excuse me,
without exclaiming,
means please cut me some slack,
I need to break into your flow of unconsciousness.

My curiosity about apparent invisibility
may exceed your courage for immediately present transparency,
intimacy,
focus,
accessibility,
grace
and less denial of dark powers toward absorbing self and other losses.

Excuse me,
unexclaimed,
unplugged may invite my love
and acceptance of what we cannot independently improve.

But, don’t dismiss me
also lies exclaiming dormant,
waiting in revolutionary disordering wings,
sometimes because lack of curiosity
about needs and wants of others
threatens to get in my own ego’s way,
harming, neglecting those within speaking distance here and now,
and many more not yet loud enough
for me to hear full-voiced disenchantment.

Excuse me!
exclaimed
leans more to RightWing
“Don’t dismiss my Business As Usual
Yang competition powers!”
then
“Would you do me a LeftWing yin paid-forward favor?”
To stop ego self-promoting
your internal short-term needs and rantish feelings
long enough to make love with some WinWin cooperation

MotherEarth
and all Her sacred tribes of history
are waiting for us to hear,
waiting for my excuse,
exploring future health dreams together.

Here with you
and Now as me exclaiming
longing for Earth climate ecstasy,
personal and public,
sacred and secular,
spiritual and natural
Excuse me, please
and thank you in advance
of further climate pathologies.

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Curious Complexities

Life feels too complex for mere words,
she curiously said out loud
anyway.

I see health differently, more confluently,
and yet your complex experience feels familiar,
he summarily replied.

I would not equate my life experience
with healthy process, necessarily developing,
although sometimes yes,
especially in wombed and infantile beginnings
before words became evolutionary tools
to be used both for and against complexities.

Language feels more resonant
since one day when I mistook dissonance
for confluence,
mendacious uncharted chaos
predicating pregnant integral enchanting complexity,
Entropy
predicting negentropy
statically remembering more dynamic synergy,
unconscious dark soul
whispering with subconscious healthy spirits
realigning conscious wealthy natures.

Pre-verbal infancy
was so much curiously simpler,
when my rubbed and oiled head
and belly
and back
and feet
and legs
made me so health happy
I hoped to pee my glee.

I can see where words have complexly hidden
your curious ecstatic way
accepting humanity while others feel complexly grieved.

I’m not sure if you affirm my original complex point
about life
or if you are defaming my last happy memory
of healthy relational process
during an intimately discursive pee
nurturing phenomena
coordinating co-relations
rocking my infantile welfare world.

Nor am I…Nor am I,
or We, probably.
Nor Earth her complex ZeroSoiled
ZeroSummed
SelfSouled
not not Other co-relationship.

Relationships feel too complex for mere words
she curiously replied out loud
again
anyway.

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