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Final Operatic Scores

Of all vocations calling each of us
perhaps it is this final ecopolitical stage
most arduous.

To reflect with full integrity,
both Left dominant hubris history
with Right-recessed notnot full incarnation,
those unfulfilled promise valleys of aptic time
lost to Ego’s yangish self-promoting memory,
past vocations sequentially emerging transubstantiations,
pregnantly nurtured with Left/ElderRight bicameral balance.

But, balancing or notnot yet,
to reconsider one’s sins,
both consummated and omitted,
bringing slow-growth ballast to one’s enculturation of grace,
both those healthier blessings fully consumed
as therapeutically strived for regenerate production,
yet also known only through past struggles stretching ego-compassion’s constitutions,
declarations of Self+Other incorporating cooperative interdependence,
laughter’s miraculous love moments
best shared, yes,
but yet bittersweet nutrition alone,
remembering what lives best not forgotten.

This final vocation,
to merge our previous lives together
with those we hope to follow.

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GoldFish WetDreams

So here’s my big insight.
My two cents worth,
which will remain worth only a penny
unless it somehow aligns with your penny
for thoughts and shared feelings.

What if we put our human nature genie
back in Earth’s home-nature bottle?

OK, already I hear Fundamentalists about the great transcendent Sacred Divide
between humanity and monkeys and trees,
and even more so between human biosystems
and any generic ecosystem,
like a river,
or four growing seasons
in a regeneratively nutritious healthy year.

But, if you could just hang in there for a minute
or two
and let yourself wildly imagine theoretical implications
of looking conjecturally at all of creation as one integral Creating Nature;
as a Thought Experiment, maybe?

Just pretend you’re following along in Einstein’s brilliant kind of heuristic exercise.
Enjoy your ride a bit more.
We’ll get back to the Cross and the Ballistic Terrorist Terrors later.

Maybe a lot later.

So we have one united, more or less, nature
and now we have two words sharing a prefix,
rooted in the concept of “home” or “household”,
economics,
the study of human value transactions, expansions,
recessions,
stalemates,
monopolies,
competitive rabidity and cooperative gift-nutrition-forward rhythms
and seasonal patterns.

Then we have this newer word, ecology,
for the study of nutritional through pathological relationships,
transactions,
weedish monocultural eruptions,
empathic trusts and mistrusts and mutually immune distrusts
within Nature’s ecosystemic organic health lives
and deaths of history.

Yes, you see where my natural organic mindbody is going with this.
In that no one seems quite clear about just what economic science does
very well,
that could not also apply to ecological systems more generically,
maybe if human nature is just…you know,
a slightly demented portion of Earth’s econature,
then we might regain an important clue
about our “home team” ecological nutritional
and eco-dissonant pathological value exchange patterns
and rhythms.

All this, by simply remembering that ecosystems
gave evolutionary-historical-cultural progenitive birth
to biosystems,
including AnthroTribe,
as divine Light gave birth to humane Word.

So ecosystemic development
is also egosystemic healthy wealthy regenerative development,
or ego-suboptimizing degenerative under-development,
sweeping across enculturation’s history
of redundant multicultural languages
and side-by-side specialist paradigms.

And, now we can all just learn to cooperatively get along
and live happily
and healthily ever after.

Good.
I feel better.
My job here is done.
I can rest in ecosystemic peace and quasi-justice.

Honey,
unplug the phone
and fire up the hibachi.
Let’s grill sweet corn and vegeburgers.

And, by the way,
you remember what Bill Maher said about THC
“What? They’re afraid we’ll be smarter than we really are?”

Well,
I wonder if that’s similar to why an economist might resist thinking
of ones’ AnthroSelf as an ecologist wanna-be,
but only studying the elephant’s capital-mind-head investments,
as opposed to a full nutritional mindbody analysis,
because if eco-normists were expected to confine their scientific conjectures
to ecological-evolutionary models,
then they might be smarter about forecasting the future cooperative values
of sustainable WinWin health-power
than is your average MedicinePower Person.

I’m frankly not sure what these two insights have to do with each other,
but it seemed to make sense to my goldfish,
who just upped and died
with a smile on her face,
so we grilled that golden ruled ecosystem too.

I’m sure that’s what she would have wanted,
but primarily because,
had our situations been reversed,
that would have been my highest and best
nutritious recycling baptism-dream as well.

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Primal EcoPolitical Choice

Paranoia feeds on dark roots.
In full bloom, everything and everyone that happens against me
happens for a sinister conspiratorial reason.
This is my felt conjecture,
to which I am compelled to respond
by struggling against trust
in Other’s monopolistic monocultural Wins,
so I might survive to nakedly win
yet another scrappy day of paranoia.

Pronoia feeds on everything and everyone
not out to get me
but more in to let me
happen for a blessed season
with which I am invested to resonate,
including my fair share of struggling with,
but not against,
my WinLose enculturation
so we might thrive to mutually WinWin
yet another multiculturing
polypathic
Beloved Community Way.

This is our primal ecopolitical choice,
Both-And over Either-Or,
made each moment in time’s evolving articulation
deep learning incarnation
of days and nights
within this ecopolitical identity,
risk with opportunity,
life.

But, even should this become postmillennial political science,
let us not delude ourselves into a hypnotic state of academic neutrality,
ambivalently pretending either choice is equally healthy,
when outcomes are so clearly etched in exegetical stone of climatic history.

Love’s mutual promise clearly points toward evolutions of multiculturally embracing healthy wealth,
while fundamentalist paranoid terror favors ecopolitical suicide,
afraid of our anthro-supremacast dark shadows.

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The Unfortunate Press Release

The not so Great Swami Minister of Health
unleashed a Press Release today.
One member of the O So Commercial Media bothered to show up
and described it as more of an assault, really,
than a release,
more of an appalling mauling than a kiss.
and about truly unpressing fortunate events,
totally unusable
and surprisingly sick
for a minister of unsick.

First, thank you so much for coming,
s/he began,
and going through our not so clearly naked Exit absence of signs
and sighing whistles and untoiling bells.
Life is not death,
unless you prefer it that way
or you are a victim of cruel and unusual private sector neglect
or public sector abuse
or all of the above.

Deep listening before projectile
pressing cathartic releases
does appear to be dying out.
So, in that sense of non-awareness,
healthy life is dying out
of all mass media outlets,
but not to worry,
hardly anyone goes to mass anymore anyway
as it has become a highly toxic environment
for thinking-feeling women
and young non-altar boys in particular.

Yesterday the Bishops of Sacred Right
and Wrong Left Turns
blissfully considered passing out
communion through drive-by shooting windows
on-line,
thereby joining the Unitarians
conjoining virtual RealTime grace
dispensations
for those living
and not invested in dying
which is where I came in
and exited through a rarely sniffed
non-sectarian portal
of multiculturing health,
for ecoministers only,
which seems to leave out the null set,
so you press and more slowly release.

Folks need not even try
to die this Earth-committed way.

We would not like you to appear
as if talking pro-Earth life stances,
cynical nature-glances
lances aimed at health without despair
and non-commercial dying.

While media inlets prefer high numbers,
where the mental health department prefers low,
zero seems a more nondually compromised way to go.

I realize the egomaniacs within us
believe with full integrity
that one is fun,
and rightfully straight,
but please therapeutically recall
zero is radically replete
as enlightenment is to the Sun
Times you cannot and probably should not
evenly try to read backward again.

Press Releasionships make me sweat,
it’s much too warm in the middle of our piles.
So, finally, I problame this New Health Rule
of Lover’s Law:
Thermodynamic balance within
is also without
or we have climatic collapse instead.

That said,
we also are recovering from disturbing compiliance
with whole Black Holes
of communion so deep and dense
every time someone farts
my pantyhose swell out and shout
but that wasn’t me
because I’m your minister of loving health.
That was the Other Guy.
You know, the one whose shadow
falls across your mirror
of not so pressing unreleases.

Thank you so much for coming and going.
Please remember to leave all doors open
on your way into healthier light.

My absence of thought for this night,
as you drift off into your silly place,
sacred space:

Earth has a mind of Her own,
ecosystemically intelligent functional press and release recycles
through seasons of perennial health redevelopment.

And remember childhood is not something to grow out of,
like a pair of too-tight pantyhose,
childhood is something to sustain
while we pretend to care about
not so depressing unreleases
that showed up
to act out
for some other creature
with urgent impress-and-release therapeutic intent.

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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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Political Faith Systems

Religions,
eco-political traditions,
faith systems,
variations on an evolving creation story theme

Are both rooted in
and feeding on
multicultural evidence of faith in nurturance,
mental/physical health-integrative outcomes
of living trusted truths
through co-empathic forests of beauty

Or faith in more fundamental monopolistic
autonomous idolatry of ego’s fragile powers

Or both,
as idolatry of gratitude for self
matures into love of 0-sum agape Oneselves,
no longer fearful of losing some value
I could never truly have had
autonomously.

In good-faith organic systems,
gratitude’s gravity draws
in search of agape
requited.

Radiance flies toward Exterior Light.
Gravity dances with Interior Night;
a flight of fancy dance.

Radiant trees reach tender tendrils
toward touch of bright
and interior night.
Richly embedded birth searches below
with slender stealth
toward Other
where We are One nurturing co-arising Earth.

Love born again in perpetual orgasmic grasp
and release of nutrients,
capital,
value,
meaning,
information conjoins in-forming networks
toward ex-formed leaves
blossoming seeds spurting radiantly out.

Looking back through recycling times of organic egos,
Interior Landscape recalls gravity’s reverse,
spiraling toward future flower,
reborn eyes
raining seeds of hope
for Exterior Landscape’s richly composting ReGenesis.

Seeds spiral down,
culturing genetic
generic genesis ground,
religious trees of life and death.

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Tidal Rivers of Identity

This place
New England space
meets inside without
building forest skill character
wild native nakedness merged with puritan souls
enslaved by dark-skinning self-immolating magic
aboriginal roots of satiating suffered bliss,
Yankee hearts with naive freedoms
to imagine golden ages
accessible to each and all
huddling in fertile Enlightenment passion pastures
within nature’s coredemptive surf-songed light.

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On My Beach

I’ve missed watching most clouds floating past
during this life,
probably better as a spectator sport
than an insider’s game.

I’ve missed most summer-fertile ferries
available in my life.
Usually watching from the shore,
passed by to wonder how it would feel
to see and smell and taste more
of exotic destinies and times,
tropical paradise
thick jungles and majestic ranges
feeding hungry oceanic eyes of other visitors
on this spinning miracle of life.

Perhaps in my next life
I will become a fairy
bringing those who say Yes!
to ancient plateaus of earthquake riding delight.

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