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Swing Low Sweet Chariot

One way
I know this afrocentric music,
rather than a eurocentric mere performance piece,
is longing for
a sweet and swinging chariot,
rather than a messiah white and male.

I know
this is a cooperative-felt spirit,
and not so much a competition,
because of how
word choices and round rhythms
combine to pitch longing free safe home.

A freestyle journey
to a rich robust and polycultured freedom
of tribes long living
loving Earth’s peace paradise.

A paradise
western civilization
has not sung or danced,
out loudly joyed about
for far too long
without a warm cooperative song

Swinging low and high
in sweetly waving gold
ruled and ratioed
traveler’s chariot,

Coming and going
racing forth and back
to carry us
in and out of home

To freedom’s too long lost,
stolen, kidnapped
while we were dreaming,
singing and dancing with another day
dreaming nights of disembodied free,

Anxiously anticipating,
weary
and yet warmly welcoming.

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When Your Voices Stop

When your voices stop
does the music stop, too?
When your voices stop
can you hear stars sing
inside,
do you resonate star song,
too?

When our WinLose investments stop
does our WinWin comic co-opera begin,
too?

When our WinWin cooperative investments flow
do our climatic transition outcomes
ease on down a more globally polycultural Golden Rulish kinda’
Road?

When you step outside at night
plant yourself on Earth
look up at sparkling shared starlight,
can you hear star songs echoing inside,
as outside?

When you step outside at night
and the voices stop
can you hear their resonating understory,
variations on time’s revolving scales,
can you hear more clearly
what has become you all along,
star song memories
in dancing liturgical light.

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Silent Psalm

I long to write a silent song;

ringing resonant rising

round revolving reach,

risk relaxing riots,

quiet storming streams,

sentient string

waiting your

our

sharing story,

advent’s adventure

deep despair diving

diastolic drifting

out beyond sonorous sea seasons

sweeping flight to gather might,

speaking slyly deep

down steaming volcanoed channels

reaching roots of listening

into Earth’s core chi-soul.

 

Speak, justly shout enchanting contention

churning charry content,

informating reasons

fine-purposed meanings

boiling funnel tipping

turning spinning

spilling waves of Tao balance

revolving temperamental cross,

straining yang from West to East

reversing yin from East to West

like longing lingering

loitering within belonging

becoming being

yin’s right spins left

good’s evil space

wrestling voices

murmuring

pulsing

massaging rhythm’s blood flows

flying frequencies

echoing past identities

of storms still-dancing

through memory’s veins

and river swollen

spring’s raucous roaring

songs singing silence

I long to write.

 

 

 

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Permaculture’s Pan-ecoism

I belong to metallic Earth,

solar-fired water’s atmosphere;

these oil and blood-fluent elements

would feel freer

not belonging to you,

to us.

They

we

are our belongings

but not our property,

commodity.

 

Our permacultural values

measure and calculate

design and develop

primal qualities of time

predicting secondary quantitative spatial outcomes.

Less time constrains freedom and value.

More freedom responds to surrounding needs and wants

with less dissonant restraint,

competitive response;

with more cooperative invitations

for mutual mentoring regenerative options,

our pacific path revealing positive intentions.

 

Missing freedom suffers,

as missing incarnation dissonates,

as absent polynomials disformate.

 

Incarnation’s value grows enculturing time

measured with Earth’s elements,

temporal functions,

systems design and development.

Each element

identity

temporal system and set

contains regenerative potentiating value,

functionally forming network constellations

of prime-frequency, flow,

rhythmic relationships,

sustaining balanced harmonies,

an ecological economy,

diastatic until its season to unfold again.

Limited value derives from ego-systemic mortality.

Regenerate value emerges from eco-logical awareness.

 

Space enacts time’s liturgical rite of passage,

as time incarnates space’s ambivalent function

with fractal equivalent information.

Ambivalent eco-normic tipping points

out equi-valent ecological diastatic potential,

permacultural regenerate systemic values

for changing polycultural maintenance.

 

I could be less positive of time’s resolving karma

without not(not) as negative

binomially defining

what is not polynomial not

and what must be more positive

you see, or not.

 

This double negative binding positive

hurts my bicamerolling brain

intuiting what is not Right

deducing what could be Left

to permacultural imaginings

balancing economies with ecologic

synaptic sap reversing

not aptic snap

fusing neural patterns

of polynomial permaculturing positions

overwhelming this knot of double nots.

 

To be

is to belong meta-diastolic,

I hope a positive existential phenomenon,

whatever that might mean.

But, too long this longish longing

is not to not be,

it is simply a not

waiting for a second;

to not not long

incarnates belonging grace

and not not karmic knots

in negative implicating space

without a proper polynomial place

for knotish naughty

not not negative integrity.

 

Karma double-masks what grace uncovers

as incarnation reverses back

toward naked origin of well-wombed undouble-knotting fetus,

DNA enscribing nurture’s primal covenant,

warm and fertile buddha-care.

 

Uncovered human nature

erupts through Janus-masked cocoon

discovering nature’s

uncovering intuition of polyculturing unity;

and competitive not-lose,

hidden within ego-defensive

cognitive dissonant immunity instincts.

We grow adeptly incarnating cooperative economies

as we become allergic to commodifying competition,

win-lose systemic incorporations.

 

Well-apprenticed permaculturalists,

Taoists,

Buddhists,

Fullerian Synergists,

enthymematic communicators

re-ligion self-care,

economic ecological care of Other,

Earth Justice,

perhaps even Universal Intelligent therapeutic care,

prime rooted in multisystemic integrity.

 

We reach deeply and widely within remembering

our justice womb of poly-solidarity,

regenerate subsidiarity swimming

remerging toward light’s bright flashing flight.

 

We belong to Earth

and feel freer longing with all of us together

in one Earth-bound network cycle.

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Green Commons

Metaphysical form,

polysystemic information,

when transferred to another

presents no loss of identity,

wealth,

potential,

intelligence,

integrity,

unlike physical form

when transferred,

exchanged for equal value,

gain for loss,

rather than gain exchanged with positive dual-entry balances.

 

Anything extracted from Self to Other

not resulting in loss to Self as a result,

because renewable

and gracefully reincarnated from Commons root system,

as a flowing functional inform-mating gift of air, water, Earth, fire,

and prime evolutionary economies of natural systemic relationship,

water and Earth’s revolutionary whirlpools of

both Exterior Landscape neutrons and Interior Landscape neurons

unwrapping themselves toward human natured consciousness,

eco-ing polymorphic light,

could never have evolved exclusively from Self.

 

Information grows uncommodifiably Common,

Earth’s natural ergodic diversity,

formed and not,

incarnated or excarnating,

both human and not-human natural systems,

intuitive permacultural form and flow functional spirits

implicating nature’s bi-ego/ecological order

and Original Intent,

belongs to all of us.

This seeds our Tao Commons.

 

To treat our EarthTribal residential address,

and spacetime holonic fascination

like a marketplace

de-sacralizes

de-natures

commodifies

reifies

enslaves

addicts

isolates

marginalizes

neglects

abuses

sterilizes

freezes

burns

violates

reduces our creatively gracious natural awareness,

inviting curiosity to explore mutual belonging,

until tragically transduced into stingy

pedantic

dispirited

nationalistic boundaries

between cultural diversities longing to make love,

a caricature of Earth’s openly expansive invitation

into balanced natural-systemic,

solar Yang impregnated

sufficient organic compost for all.

 

Freedom to belong organically together

like Sun to Earth,

Yang to Yin,

Positive to Negative appositional,

quantal and spectral,

temporal and spinal,

communal and eco-synergetic ReGenesis

erupts freedom ringing through silent silo longing.

Monocultures suck

water we cannot own

unless we created Earth

and her flowing veins,

cascading flows surfing life’s ecosystems

discovered within

as uncovered without.

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Naughty Double Knots

I could not be so positive

without not(not) as double negative

binomially defining

what is not

not and what must be

more positive

you see,

or not.

 

This double negative binding

positive

hurts my bicameral brain

intuiting what is not too Right

deducing what could be Left

for permacultural imaginings

synaptic sap

reverses

not aptic snap

fusing neural patterns

of polyculturing positives

synergetically overwhelming this knot of

double nots.

 

To be

is to belong

I hope a positive phenomenon.

But, to long

is not to not be

it’s simply a not

waiting for a second,

to not not long

brings becoming grace

and not karmic knots

in negative space

without a proper place

for knotish naughty

not-not negativity.

 

So

not not

positivity

defines

perpetuates

appositions

negativity;

yet

yes yes

is not negativity,

maybe vexed redundancy,

which is why I think I am

is twice as likely

as I am not.

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Burning Bodhisattva Tree

Our Tree of Life burns,

self-immolating inside out,

charred stench of commodifying human flesh,

entrapping memories grown commercial,

messages without information,

histories without cultures.

 

Language primally embracing rooted systems in our racing,

breeding search for compost

not yet fracted and extracted

from angry longing

for simply belonging,

seeding Earth’s surface

to recover shade

from our own souled out burning despair.

 

Screaming voiceless stream of speciating suicide,

passion flight of fire.

 

Hard endings measure soft beginnings,

to turn one last time in hope

for faith to love peace sufficiently

to thrive through flame’s winged purge,

singed yet sung snug,

resting nest of painful longing

to fly one last sacred arc beyond

this softly falling dark horizon.

 

We seem to die

to learn to fly together.

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