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Finals

If I had one last hour with you
would I be able and willing to speak?

What could we say or sing again?
Or perhaps something hidden from view until now,
our final hour,
otherwise left unsaid.

Would words get in our way?
We might compose a final anthem,
torch song,
jazz impovisation
dispelling my decomposition story.

Could you put me down
like a cherished family dog?
On my side
you behind
my head on your shoulder
listening to us breathe our goodbye,
drifting into a more timeless embrace.

What final words might I wish to hear
or might words feel too distracting
for this sacred task,
to fill one final hour,
squeeze out all unfinished agendas
before this final curtain.

I fear I would have no more clue
of what to say and do
my last hour
than I did not my first.
A final wail
to bookend my first noisy gasp for breath.

It seems less surprising now
that I so often feel a loss of words
when relationships become compressed by time,
or even imagined as our time’s last hurrah.
Why would this last hour differ
from first and all self constraining hours between?

Final words and lives despise predestined mortality,
knowing Trees of Life predict Death Root Systems,
sitting and standing
and even lying down
bowing in to end
what we wondrously begin again.

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The Driving License

Which are your points for living
if we all die into cold leaky stink or ash anyway?
What’s the point of dying
if we could otherwise live continuously?

Heading down the river
on AAA rite of ritual passage.
Six years since last I drove this way
not imagining this homing ritual
to drive again
with automating locamoting license
to ambulate for six more years
of what are my points for living thru
we all die anyway.

Last time I stood in line
to buy my laminated aging image
of ego’s self-chauffeur,
family van driver
complete with wheelchairs
and alternatively designed adult strollers
strolling on toward sixty-four,
I was so sure fifty-eight
must be my last point of dying
to live no more than five more.

I was deadly tired of fighting
every air-born disaster.
My brilliant friends of young adulthood,
generation of young Aquarian post-anger management potential,
all gone.
Whether their hearts still beat for more time
and we yet breathe Earth’s air together,
or whether everless time
to laugh thru our points of dying
into otherwise life’s discontinuous absence.

Alone we stand in that last license line
another anonymous generation
of those who will not rejoin our transmillennial lines,
wondering at this climatic mystery
of ever-vanishing life cycles,
after the last grandparent’s child dies
siblings and cousins look about
furtively at each other,
over our shoulders,
take him, not me;
take me, not her,
waiting our turn to turn into pillars of dying salt.
We’re next.

Or, is there another chapter,
postscript of revolutionary eco-warrior proportion,
EarthTribe SuperLiving Hero?
I wonder as I wait
to review my new ancient-streaming vision,
remembering when my brother turned toward sixty-four
remembering this was our male year
of dying dad standing alone in his last license line.
He did not see sixty-five,
year of full socially retiring commodification
for those uniting states
of freedom’s mythic evolutionary becoming,
reverse cultural face
of mutual enslavement
to cannibalistic ownership of minds
with humane-spirited bodies;
gardeners of social justice health
confused about where we lost our points thru living
as if dying to automating ego-ugly licenses,
carbon footprint excesses wiped on the backs of servitude,
hubris for yet more lines
with already too much space between;
I sleep amazed with wonders of dying points
toward life’s more optimal unfolding,
readers writing more published nutritional words
than writers could ever possibly live wisely enough to read
with deep digestive wisdom.

I see a frail thinner sinner,
this new, still embryonically warm, face of Elder,
farming memories of HIV doctors
and earthy nurses
surprised about my winning age
as oldest survivor on their list
not yet deleted,
pointing to my living
as iconic of divinely graceful dying,
living thru and yet beyond my own AIDS EcoWarrior time,
beneficiary of unfathomable loss
of brilliant firey minds
with anciently plagued bodies,
Positive viral incubators
of Lose-to-Lose biochemistry,
anti-synergetic loss of life
thru ugly dis-eased dying
thru dark self-engagement
unto demise…

Driving back upriver,
against regeneration’s need for fertile tides,
I wonder what I could fade into at seventy.
Would my automated license issue vaporous ghosts?
Or perhaps a host of memories
not imagined when sixty-four
raised so many points for dying
thru living poured out
warm embers lighting faces of love
along my way upriver
toward homes with mysteriously functional,
puzzlingly polycultural, families
surrounded by EarthTribe cousins
living and dying interdependently,
like trees shedding seeds
pointing toward next line’s regenesis.

Which are my points for living,
those times I am dying to repeat?
What is my pointed dying
thru life’s relicensed visits?
Arriving back in EarthTribe’s Home

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Earth’s Final Revolutionary Answer

A society
culture
religion
humane species
forgetting,
or more likely under-valuing,
how to regeneratively suffer loss
may never have learned to face our universal fear of death
as a badge of permaculturing respect,
dignity through suffering sacred absence
where once we knew nondual co-arising relational life
together incarnate.

In response to loss of love’s opportunity for further cultivation,
incarnation of life’s positives and double-negative equivalencies
of loss to lose ego death’s ubiquitous omnipotence,
we could reverse our Interior and Exterior Climate feedback loops,
turn down our YangLeft competition
another half a notnot notch,
where loss to EgoDeath equals WinWin
for society
for internal and external cultural climates
for reconnecting timeless Earth’s revolving tribal love
to death’s dualdark TransParent BiLateral CoGravitational Primal Time
of EcoConsciousness
as SelfAwareness of Light’s CoArising NonDual ReVolution.

An absence of integrative dignified death culture,
mourning process for love’s loss,
reflects a lack of humor
for Earth’s lively lovely enculturation
of regenerative health and beauty,
goodness,
Tao (0)-Balanced Left/Rightness,
where Tao begets co-gravitating dualdark exformation,
dipolar light = CommonsSquared = PrimeEulerianUnitarian-Integral Function.

Failure to celebrate life
emerging as light’s co-investment in love,
merging normatively equivalent to denying death’s dark ultimatum,
represses light’s co-arising dualdark CoPresence.

Ego,
each AnthroNature,
emerges bicamerally embryonic from warm-heated light,
as each SuperEco/Ego
each Earth(0)-Balanced DNA/RNA fueled cell
speaking intergenerational fertility,
memories of eternally timeless love unfolding,
folding,
refolding climates
toward prefolding Post-BiCameral Earth (0)-centric DiPolar
HumanConsciousness.

Each Ego loss
a sacred loss from Earth’s pay-it-forward evolutionary economy;
each Earth gain
a win for confluent cooperative EarthTribe future love,
healthier global culture
sharing a natural-religious sensory awareness
of ironic double-negative nondual WinWin humor,
ProGenitors joining our DNA-designed celebration of life
as notnot death’s grand eulogy
for Internal/External Climate TaoBalance.

We each live on in loving light
or not so much,
depending somewhat on the dignity we hold
for each other’s natural right to live and die gracefully,
with freedom
with gratitude for this climatic great transition,
toward our cooperative beloved climaxing
(0)Mega Point.

Cultural wounds of enslaving others
stretch a profound investment in basic integrity
of nature’s evolutionary intent,
feeds on evolution as competitive survival of the mightiest wealth,
rather than revolutionary health as cooperative thrival
of our self-optimizing EarthBalanced PostMillennial ReGeneration.

Springing strong-rooted sense of cooperative humor,
co-arising nondually throughout each love-filled feisty day and embracing night
of generation’s future
living toward climatic religioning conscientific balance
of Tao’s bilateral bicameral Time,
in which incarnation explicates restraint on Ego’s imagined freedoms
of ownership and power
as disincarnation implicates freedom of Earth’s diastatic,
nutritiously universal EcoConsciousness
of co-arising, co-present light
revolving day into dualdark night
of Queen Shabbat
as GrandMother Moon’s warm polycultural light.

It is this dream of death
inviting future’s incarnate life,
regenerating Earth’s Tribal Balance,
that understories each moment’s daytime active life,
backdrop aria
bookending love’s grand climatic opera;
ReGeneration Story.

What our global political and economic climate could most invest,
in this PostMillennial Moment,
is integral religious sense of Allah’s zen-scientific humor,
and lack of terrifying intent.

May truth in each repose
bring eternally diastatic bliss,
evolving rich nutrition
for future smiling contented
political and economic peace
with justice for this replete Universal PolyCulture,
EarthTribal ReGenerations,
Internal as External (0)Soul ReIncarnations of Time’s Eternal Light;
Active Love
CoOperative DiPolar CoArising Networks
of DualDark DiaStatic Potentiality
(O)Virginal WinWin EcoLogical Integrity’s Intent.

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Winningest Political Economies

TranSpeciated GeNomial Code
emerges icons of regenerative poli-eco-normic syntax,
Earth nature’s kinder nurture
surrounded less primally by dualdark dissonance,
absence of Tao balanced polynomial Time
as 4-equidimensional Space Networks
potentiating WinWin on-as-off-line gaming grace.

Oh, your face,
what could this mean,
Bionic RealTime ecologizing Space?
Prime Relational Zero holonic sacred trans-actions,
diastatic bliss flowing through dualdark
nihilistic lack of opportunity
for life to know harmonic balance,
much less count
for purpose,
or teleology
or anything as pretentious
as god’s further healthy unfolding power
of polycultural cooperative might.

Why do (0)-sums
speak in Win-Lose empirically reductive economic language,
while (0)-souls
actively dance with WinWin multicultural dipolar nondual MidWay intention?

Why would brilliant economists like us
lose our cash to win more stuff
than Earth could birth through death regenerate
with full-optimizing integrity?

How do politically powerful relationships
survive winning campaigners
losing capacity to listen
to legislate losing AngerManagement EnCulturation
about LoseLose EarthBound Ultimatums,
globally exhausting disgenerative demise?

When will political power
achieving Earth’s eco-ravaging demise
through runaway competition for self-interest
show up as economic anathema,
where campaign budgets grow like hemorrhoids
while health investments shrink
from freezing-cold absence of cooperative interest?

Why will healthy political power
toward further wealth-defensive terror
become a permaculturally bicameral oxymoron?

ReGenerative SacredCode of Time
emerges icons of cooperatively healthy poli-eco-normic rhetoric,
Earth nature’s kinder balance
health-as-wealth
beauty’s bountiful (0)-soul EarthTribe nurture,
wealth of peer-to-peer network cooperative simplicity,
reverse-hierarchical
WinWin Gaming linear-spiral integral-unitarian Network
universal ubiquity of ecoconscious ego-ownership,
bilateral YangEgo/YinEco reiteratively self-balancing love
of Ego/EcoElder Earth-RNA Logic
EquiValent Left/Right Dominant
PolyPathic Paradigmatic
through ThermoDynamic CoArising Nature/Spirit NonDual Balance.

Regenerative times dark then light
unfolding Earth’s kinder co-revolving balance.

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Dark Bears : Buzzing RedLight Bees

Honey Bear,
I would like to say goodbye
and would appreciate your reply.

Where are you going?

I am going to sing farewell
before my minute hand wears out.

Already,
yet I hoped you might first learn
to dance hello.

Yes, so I too presumed,
yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight
dancing hello toward Earth’s light
follows learning to sing night’s lullaby
enduring dusks darkening evaporation
of bright transparent regeneration.

I would like to sing farewell
not sure whether we will ever find time
for another healthy hello,
good mourning death’s surprising pass
right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies
of BusinessAsUsual love.

Just once before either of us further dies
and lies within Earth’s sacred skin,
I would like us to learn to sing farewell
to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration,
multicolored disincarnation,
wildflower struggling together dissonance
within Earth’s MultiTribal Solidarity.

With this pearl of our shared memory
how much brighter next time’s dawn.

Better than whole wheat pancakes
with strawberries
and butter
and maple syrup springs
of wildflower birdsong?

Breaking night time’s fast
with love’s echoing farewell lullaby
warming daylight’s first embryonic memory,
spreading farewell liturgies
like warm butter
throughout love’s remembering twilight day.

You would have your farewell pearl
with breakfast too.

I would sing farewell
not knowing we will have another day
to dance our hellos of gratitude
for love syrup warmly given
exchanged
transforming sacred memories
of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within,
dancing and singing tender humored
and raving raven memories
fading back to our first eyes greeting.

You were redhead magnificent
and bright as nuclear light,
yet not sure you had enough to share
with all my dark bear ways.

And you still growl your raw reviews
about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours
and cubs who have never learned to dance
a dignified hello
much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby,
softly fading into some other household’s light
of their own healthy making.

Stars have never sung the same
since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes.

Moon heart glows full color harmonics
to know your quiet delight,
teasing might,
sharing your monopoly of wild investments
in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured kinda’ light.
Too seldom has sailed
our full octave light and dualdark racing pilgrimage
through transgenerational childhood brights and fights,
embracing dawns,
effacing darks together.

Honey Bee,
I love to sing farewell struggling harmony
while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell,
folding to unfold eco-memory flying
YangBear/YinBee soul-honeydancing,
Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.

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In Defense of Ugly

I have nothing against the Cinderellas
of successful society.
Cinderella finds her opportunity for freedom
for love, hopefully,
goes for it,
and it works out for her
and all the Prince Charmings,
wherever they are hiding from my life.
Anyway, all good news
as far as this story goes.

But,
the plight of Ugly StepSisters and Brothers
deserves more compassionate empathy.

True,
they borrow too heavily from Evil StepMother’s playbook,
her monocultural empty-empire building manual
“How to compete for love and wealth
without sufficient loving health”

Still,
StepMom didn’t write this manual alone.
This scripture is as old as lack of requited love itself.

And,
what are the karmic outcomes for these Sisters,
lacking grace
to invite Cinderellas to share their space?
A day,
an hour,
a minute,
a moment devoid of choosing co-empathic possibility,
humor facing absurd lust for power
blind hope to control life
at least enough to absorb awareness of loss
and inevitable dying alone,
results in living too much alone
produces absence of full living-loving,
consumes embryonic integrity of regenerate life,
eats and addicts acids of empire-defensive despair
until nutrients of isolation mature
into degenerately self-disserving Evil StepSpinsters,
monsters spinning tragic runaway addictions
breeding chaotic anger,
fear of our darkness, our mortality terror,
our lack and absence and loss,
hating our own unredeeming suffering.

Ugly StepSisters are stuck
in silos of their own discontent
echoing Evil StepMother’s voice
foolishly empirically demanding satisfaction
with a closed fist
when grace is hers and his to choose
by merely opening her heart
to radically compassionate empathy.

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Painting Poem Philosophy

Painting is philosophy,
muses as brushes Leonardo
past distinctions of tincture,
motion as redesigning color with light
and dark teleological defeat
at right chaos without left handed complexity
of forms with functional labels,
blending oily paradigms of well-brushed revolving flight.

Painters draw out and through their philosophies of sight
as scientists parse their evolutionary teleologies,
merging emerging meanings for Earth’s life cycling systems,
producing while consuming today,
as language unfolds mythic revolutions within perennial syntax
as logic prime relationally regenerates light’s bilateral co-arising creation story
through ecologically dipolar dialectic paint by nutrient-color development.

Language unfolds time
as painting unveils love of healthy wisdom’s wealth of beauty.

What could any one of us know of death and fear of climatic change
without communicant cultural co-relationship?
And, with what we have painted together
of time’s cooperative bicameral relationships,
what do we already know
without death and fear of climatically competing change
at global through local ego scales
of full-blooming wisdom-loving colors and shapes,
forms with healthy functions,
frequencies of revolutionary light
embracing nondual now
painting philosophic syntax?

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Earth ReGenerators

Joanna Macy with Molly Brown
two Earth-generation vocations
reconnecting eastern philosophy
with western open systemic-holonic health ,
dynamic natural synergy
with four-season natural spirals acting through spiritual love
of light,
angry fear of dual dark,
merging Earth crisis enculturation
delivering Anthro-opportunity to embrace Time’s bilateral language,
Earth-consciousness of dipolar light/dark
balancing organic time of life Herself,
Buddha mindbodies for co-messianic bodymind landscapes,
interior concave bicamera-rolling exterior convex,
harmonically decomposing our dissonance
to regenerate our potential integrity,
balancing positive bicameral psychology
to activate cognitive-affective research climates
of embryonic suffering, notnot resonance
defining natural dissonance
nurturing spirited diastolic-trending nature
as spirited spiral regenerate Earth life-systems
with Elder commensurability of spirit-nature,
past emerging future’s healthy love of all abundant life
as notnot purgation’s suffering death.

Show us
hear us
smell us
taste us
touch us
absorb us
your intimately co-passionate way
to incorporate our poli-economic cooperative potentiality,
our co-arising ecologicality
uniting polycultural polypathic paradigms
of Time’s light for love-Present
dualdark absorbing absent angry-fear of passage.

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ReGenerate Our Day

Natural ecosystems include biosystems,
like people,
ourselves,
those we love,
Earth,
enemies we love to hate,
plants and animals,
internal ecosystems living within biosystemic teleologies of time,
speaking in logos-dynamic language
of love hunting health
of light filling diastolic therapies,
of life as regene-relational holonic process
swimming in a vast surfing sea of medicinal becoming.

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