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Deviating Sisters

One of my sisters believes I chose to be queer.

Did you remind her
you had no more choice about chasing guys
than she did?

Yes.
But her favorite televangelist
says I must be mistaken,
or just lying,
because who wouldn’t choose to be hated
by all the hetero homophobes
like televangelists,
and evangelical radio heads,
right?

That makes no sense.
She can’t really believe
you would choose to belong
to any repressed and humiliated minority,
especially during early onset of puberty,
when every girl and boy in any culture
is terrified of becoming different,
or special,
or weeded out of the clickety-clak pack.

Well, as she sees it,
she is in a LoseLose double-bind.
Either I chose to be queer, and am thereby demented,
or God graces all forms of WinWin sexual expression,
which would be contrary to her homophobic enculturation,
so it is easier to believe I am nuts
to choose perversely
than to consider herself nuts
not to choose more graciously,
especially with regard to God’s creative capacity for love,
rather than simplistic judgments
which look and smell and sound like patriarchal sexism
more than radical compassion of God’s healthy pleasure
of regenerative love among all gendered children,
red and yellow,
black and white,
gay and straight
and shades of grey transgendered,
each is precious in our polyamorous
Gaian Hypothesis sight.

What about your other sister?

Oh, she agrees.

With what, or whom?

She agrees we’re all nuts.
Nuts
not to choose healthy love
over pathological hate
and fear
and anger
and greed,
craving to keep all the hot men
for one’s own privileged clan.

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Domestic Amusement

I find my entertainments close to home
as nothing could be more wildly hilarious
and downright curious
than my own complex teenagers
who sometimes speak
and do their math
about what adds up toward our shared
and independent
futures.

Then there are cacophonous birds
mourning doves and sparrows
blue jays and robins
yellow finches and ravens
greeting dawning light
as if some unprecedented miracle were unfolding
about which they will chatter and chirp amongst themselves
for many generations to come,
like climate marchers
just happy to be here
for this climaxing stellar event.

Then too I have neighbor watching and listening
which picks up more during afternoons,
after school buses drop off
wounded and yet still wondering kids,
with dogs and cats and even grandparents
to greet them,
while moms and dads slave away
at their own employer sponsored performances.

Meanwhile squirrels and chipmunks
scold and scamper
with playful engagement,
or playing at industry,
who could say
what undomesticated animals feel?

Worms burrow in the garden,
hopefully,
although I hate to interrupt them
solely for my frivolous fancies
regarding appropriate live entertainment.

They often respond, upon my thunderous devastation
of enlightening presence,
as if they were having some intimate dark night moment
that I have immodestly exposed to light.
I apologize,
recover,
and move on.

The bumble bees have posted flying sentries
around my front porch,
each flying in place all day long
tiny yellow and black helicopters
engaged in serious defensive intelligence gathering

Noting my scandalously erratic comings and goings,
importations and exportations,
exhortations,
and, even worse,
often sitting down on their porch’s swing,
rocking back and forth,
staring back
just as if I were not least bit intimidated
by threat of black and yellow drones.

Merely curious
about what’s so valuable inside
up under their roof
that they find me such a suspiciously alien threat.

But really,
for me,
these bumbling buzzing sentries are merely entertainment.

I especially love to watch
when they occasionally dive-bomb each other
for some inscrutable random whimsy.

Their placement may be a pageant
having nothing to do with my performance,
other than enjoyment
of their benign engagements
invested in this home we share.,
when we avoid claims
against immigrant infestments

While star gazing,
anticipating moon rise and fall,
wax and wane,
sailing behind diaphanous clouds
stretching my focus further out
this dark night’s soul

Pursuing at home dreams
as do these raucous insects
selling nocturnal sex and happiness
as if my backyard
on down toward river’s bed
were their red-light flowing district.

It amuses me,
hearing musicians’ combined intensity of purpose
to continue domestic entertainments
on through each warm month night

Until it’s time for those gospel choiring birds
to squawk and chirp
whistle and cheep
another at home climate marching dawn
of transformed peace.

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The Dance of Fear and Love: Understanding Appositional Relations

This ancient apposition
between fear and love,
distrust and trust,
where fear reigns, love has already faded into too-distant hope;
where love co-integrates
fear can naught but evaporate.

Dipolar appositions
are bipolar oppositions wearing newer wings
of more robustly Win+Win polyculturing wealth
impoverishing Win v Lose anti-resilient
not so brilliant
polarizing pathology.

Appositional contrasts speak in transliterating dialects
trusting co-passionate truths of balanced resonance
and distrusting degenerating dissonance,
arrogance,
confusion,
apathy,
absence of sustaining interdependent curiosity,
dipolar co-gravitating courage.

Those who dance through polyamorous designs
for polyculturing love’s integrative outcomes,
extinguish LeftBrain’s angry anthropocentric fears
disintegrating narcissistic outgo.

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Good Journey

I have heard many moms repeat
“You never stop being a parent.”

Sadly, I don’t see or hear that quite so much from the dads,
although I know of remarkably nurturing exceptions.

I thought of this as my impossibly young,
yet oldest son,
nearly twenty-two,
stopped by for an early birthday present, cash,
before heading out in his car
with a fellow rap artist friend
on their way from this Atlantic coast
to that San Francisco Bay.

D.B. never drove away to college,
or flew off on a great summer excursion,
or even went off to a technical school,
nor the military.

He did try to make Job Corp fit.
But, two suicides
and one stabbing on his dorm floor
and he decided not to return
after Holiday vacation that year.

He has been the last driver of not just one,
but two, of my totaled cars.
The second crash he walked away from
was when a drunk young white male
hit him head on
in the middle of a gorgeous New England sun-bright June
afternoon
as he was coming home from his first,
and last,
out of home employment
busing tables in a casino diner.

D.B. was approaching the end of his three month probation period
when they let him go,
primarily for his ADHD challenges
with getting to work on time
with all the pieces of his uniform
clean and intact.
But, he also had trouble showing up
ready to set aside the dramas of his personal-political life,
which often feels like a race
and age
and gender profiled
and marginal
and commodified life.
It was hard to stay focused;
to be there when he was there.

Tomorrow D.B. and his friend since high school days
will see a slice of these continental States
from coast to coast and back again
for the first time.

I am ravenously happy for him.
I wish I could have given him wings,
some outrageous pile of cash.
My heart stops
when I notice how he is so vulnerable
exposed
raw
too often despairing and perhaps even terrified
more about himself
than intimidated by a hostile world closing him out.

Closing ranks
on all the ways his particular black life will not matter
in Earth’s vast history.
Not significant enough to be sure if it could become possible,
or even safe,
to love himself,
to allow himself a long and warm regard,
as I embrace him.

I don’t know if I could finish being a child
without becoming an everyday
relentlessly caring and nurturing parent.
I can think of nothing so binding both feet to Earth
yet so free flying impossible to control.

For many reasons,
whether despite or because of my single gay male identity,
I chose the second class Mommy Track
instead of going for the Ph.D.
And not just the Mommy Track;
I adopted only the older wounded kids
who would never safely drive or hold a job,
or would never talk or walk,
or would never thoroughly clean off her own poop,
or sleep through the nightmare night,
or would not feel safe outside our home,
stalking the boundaries of life while high school friends head on and out
to colleges and new friends
while he struggles to tolerate
two on-line classes each semester.

It feels good to know I am needed
but frightening to realize I cannot retire from this parenting profession
except through my own growing incapacity.

These four charges of mine
remind me we are each such a precious gift
for each other.
I have never regretted my more generous choices
rather than less magnanimous.
Not necessarily because the return on investment has always been better for my kids,
but because those were the moments standing out most clearly
in my column for Fully Living,
rather than continuing to draw out a stingy half-life,
under invested in our shared future regenerators.

I hope D.B. and friend have the time of their young lives
as I have had mine,
and even better,
even better.

It is so much easier,
and comforting,
to have old and happy memories
when we have had both young and generously happy times,
seasons,
reasons to smile
and greet each fleeting dawn.

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Lady Liberty’s Musical Comedy

A beautiful,
radiantly pregnant,
lady liberty
swings back and forth across this Left to Right predominating stage
of political history.

As she recesses toward Left stage climax
she recedes from LeftBrain audience’s co-evolving view
for one ecstatic, yet intellectually ambiguous, moment
sweeping a revolutionary change
away from monocultural history,
to re-emerge in royal blue skirt of virginal regenesis
and full-breasted naked multigenerational torso
laughing with us
at how hilarious this bicamerally polytultural opera
has resolved ultra-violating dissonance
and nuclear divisive fears
of nature-spirit fertile fusions.

This pregnant lady sings
in full-octave resonance
with us
as we become HerStorically ReStaged,
degenerating unwoken hypnotic LeftBrain trance
to once again regeneratively engage
nondual co-empathic stage presence

Swirling swings of spiraling inside/outside
mind/embodied-consciousness,
as day invites dream
dawning yet another radiant
singing,
liturgically dancing
Gaian evensong.

We’re not even theoretically together
until this humane Lady Liberty sings
co-operatively with us,
globally togathering,
consuming and producing full-octave resonant resolutions,
resolving swinging spirals
Left to Right to regenerate Left again
toward Crown/Root
Sage/Muse eco-dominantly resonant circles
away from YangLeft dominating over YinRight.

YinRight inductions reconnecting
religioning toward more transparently empowering operas,
replacing patriarchal economic terrorism
with matriarch/patriarch musical-comedy
agapic feelings leading erotic thoughts

Cooperatively owned economics
with bipartisan co-governing politics,
no longer waiting to conjoin
this synergetic singing
pregnant Gaia’s
laughing full-term compassions.

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Civilizing Savages

I stumbled over Paul Tillich’s reflection
on the Messiah’s other Great Commission.

The Great Commission we learned in Sunday School
was to go out and convert the barbarians
and savages to Christianity.

Yet this other Great Commission feels like a necessary prerequisite,
like requiring Statistics 1
before wandering on into the further abstractions
of long-term probabilities
and improbabilities
that savages could become barbarians
and barbarians become pagans
and pagans become animated civilians
of pantheistic inter-religious wildness,
as recovered by anthropocentric
monotheistic Statistics 2.

Tillich’s version of St Matthew (5:48) reads
“You must be all-inclusive as your heavenly Father is all-inclusive.”

Jesus has been exegeting perfect love
as favorably contrasted against not-so-perfect love,
and Their conclusion summarizes with
YHWH is Earth’s perfection of all-inclusive love

So this is also our humane divining destiny,
this profound all-inclusiveness,
which would seem to necessarily include
nature worshipping wildness
and MightMakesRight barbarians
within us all.

But, what I wonder,
from my flawed redemptive perspective,
is how could becoming all-inclusive perfection of love
progress anything less than taught by God the enlightening Father
and engaged by Gaia the co-empowering Mother?

These two faces
co-arising nondual all-inclusive love
of hunters and gatherers,
the competitive Patriarchal
and the cooperative Matriarchal
barbarians

Universal-Yang/unitarian-Yin
win/win
bicamerally civilizing Left cognitive minds
inside Right intuitive wilderness bodies.

To perceive oneself as one of the holy civilized
rather than barbaric unwashed
seems to deny indigenous adaptation,
pantheistic adoption,
co-opting cooperative co-passion
extracting from what was polyculturally peaceful
all-inclusively before anthropocentric civilization.

To comprehend myself as civilizing
speaks first to maturing all-inclusive love,
including all the YangNature and YinSpirit
of my wilderness heritage

Embracing my own TerribleTwos savagery,
remembering adolescent hormonal waves
of public supremacy v private intimacy.

To this day,
I must eat when I am hunger,
drink when I am thirst,
sleep when I feel tired
of all disintegrating opportunities.

This healthy development of all-inclusive love
includes the first clue
how to share good co-redeeming news
to be found within every organic tradition,
every rhythmed transition
of which we are each a necessary muse,
but never emotionally sufficient
apart,
in our savage through civil maturation,
co-passionately extending acclimation.

Holistic spirited, growing pantheistically inclusive,
holonic co-redemption excludes prejudicial partiality

A process
in which every interdependent sequence
(stage, frame, network, co-acclimating set)
and inter-relational sample
re-presents the organic whole
of all-inclusive sacred holiness.

A synergetic progress
toward 100% domesticated Yang non-zero probability
that any dynamic state (stage, frame, paradigm) will recur
AND
zero-sum improbabiity
that any co-acclimating organic state
will recur empty of Yintegrity.

Perfectly all-inclusive bilateral passion
like YHWH’s win/win
Gaia Hypothesis

Holy co-acclimation,
from RightElder brain stem savage
Either LeftYang wealth
or RightYin health

Out-caste or in-caste
dissociative identity disformation,
through barbaric LeftBrain verbal monotheistic dominance
versus Elder RightBrain nonverbal pantheistic prominence
of adolescent coming of bicamerally intelligent age

Open to belonging
in longing
for more redemptive cooperations,
all-inclusive polyamorous acclimations

Organically responsive animists
long before
reactive irreligious monotheists

Maturing toward more all-inclusive Left/Right
co-arising Sage/Muse nonduality
of profoundly integral Win/Win love,
within as without,
ego-ethotic as eco-erotic.

Reuniting wilderness-loving civilians
with universally divine inspirations,
organically indigenous acclimations
becoming even healthier democratic news
about both private and public co-passion trends
and co-investment probabilities.

From this view,
it seems curious that culture influencers,
like Popes,
would look back through vast histories of spirited experience
and recover only platonic memories
of God’s priestly invisible hand
and mind
within peak experience Sage passioned heads
but not Muse pleasured bodies

Especially within our long co-acclimating history
of mother-wombs nurturing perfect all-inclusive love,
maturing indigenous infants into savage two year olds

Then letting maturation go
through barbarically wild
hormone-drenched adolescence
pregnantly predicating co-redemptive adulthood
of all-inclusive genders
and polyamorous gender preferences.

What could be more priestly stewardship,
and yet also prophetic promise,
than redeeming blood-baptism’s wilderness birth?

Nurturing healthy animistic support
through all our holy all-inclusive
neurodiverse stages
within WinLeft-WinRight

Bicamerally co-arising
barbarically savage peak experiences
extending all-inclusive love,
transforming the Bodhisattva’s non-othering
Great Inclusive Commission.

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Lusty Book of Lists

A book of lists
is what I need
to absolve Earth’s Tribes
of rampant greed.

Before and after lists,
being and becoming fists,
masculine and feminist mutual mentoring trists
transubstantiating troubling transformations.

I would like to hug
a warm and fuzzy theology
with prophetic philosophical appeal
to ethical reasons and taste buds
both hunters and gatherers
might sing and dance
together.

Nationalism,
like narcissism,
only bigger and worser,
is out.
So Earth-centrism is in.

Egocentrism
like eco-centrism
only inward instead of also outward,
is out,
so ecological natures back in
balancing staminate/pistillate cooperatives,
consensual yang/yin co-intelligence.

I need an updated list of reasons why
as red flames out
green grows in
and when they color in together
we rediscover rich brown integrity
of less anthropocentric polycultures,
reweaving deep dark polyamorous syncretism,
for healthier Earth rooting stories,
not only compassionate logos taught,
but also pleasure mythos revived.

I love this list
of red becomes purpling
peopling nurturing equalities
as blue states of Earth-centric redevelopment
redeem aquamarine green,
together ultra-violet
non-zero soulful octaves
Win/Win his/her-story
of cobinary passion.

I live these self-regenerating lists.
They move around
pistil-in with stamen-out
to re-emerge revival,
Earth’s fractal-rooted crown
double-binding integrity loving
living
transcendent generosity
listing forward ecotherapy
listing back toward indigenously swelling gratitude
for these organic EarthTribe lists
of sacred ebb and flow.

We need an historic list
of lusts
cooperatively owned
and together self-managed

How ancient animism birthed modern monotheism
through countless regenerations
of taoist transcendent stamen
and immanent pistil
panentheism
birthed co-arising nonduality

Patrimonious Yang penetrating
matrimonious Yin circluding
trinitarian inter-religious midways

Sacred organic networks
ego-cognitive Left
eco-intuitive Right
as Mother Earth’s shabbat

Beloved internal-mind/external-body habitat
AnthropoScenic climate balance
both universally unfrightening enlightening
and invitingly
unitingly
empowering organic Golden Rule
crown/root intelligent brightening.

I need a list
composed by pre-historians
and investigative journalists
of what happened
when we had no bad news

Where we had no commercial headlines
to gossip about
and only loves to share
with
and in
and on
and for
and of
anthro’s earthy blessings.

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Exit Strategy

To prepare for final cosmic breath
exhaled

echoing first breath
inhaling
waiting to exhale

silent sacred pause
for Earth’s final soliloquy

Terminating all humane
and inhumane futures,
healthy
and disturbing relationships,
elegantly excruciating ecstasy

Leaving hell
yet without receiving Heaven

Surrendering commitments
to health
and unease

Future obligations
and past assets

Resigning from risks of love
without redesigning
further life opportunities
for growth
profit
power
light
gladness
sadness

Thriving phat integrity
surviving clenched cultural chaos,
trying to move on
toward unmitigated peace
without justice worries

Exit strategies
to give in
to unwake,
embrace those hidden organic
sacred give-aways
in cooperative economic dreams
distributing retiring funds
down toward drop dead zero’s
sly slimming poverty.

To give up any worries
about disempowering anomalies
and anti-christs,
witch
and wizard hunts,
coloring too wildly unnoticed
outside contemporary lines
to do no harm to,
and feel most helpful for,
future EarthTribe’s
resilient regenerations

Choosing to wake up
to say goodbye
to fear of death,
to instead actively intend farewell
with loving kindness for sacred Elders
repurposing life

Warm exhaled breath
regarding mind embodied self
and trauma-surviving Others
still actively hoping to achieve
our compassionately co-invested
spirited panentheistic nature

To not grasp and cling and hide
hedonistic hippy fantasies
due to fear of not sufficiently insuring
against deeply intimate loss
of dimming reputation

To embrace love’s learning champions
of curious bigendering courage
even in my last democracy darkening days

To commit to my exit process as deeply
and fully
as I co-invested in my birthing process–
neither outcome involving my total control
of most intimate and integrally gendered situations,
cobinary balance
hopeful regenerations
rich peak experience potential
for addiction
and adoration,
dispassion
and compassion

Both living and dying
involve some range of choice-making
sometimes remembering
victimization
marginalization
systemically capitalized traumatization
always flowing pain-pleasure exquisitely
in-between full of hopeful opportunity
and emptiness of faithless risk
ignoring sacred EarthTribe’s future

Disregarding personal property
and superior anthro-properties
and NOT disregarding silently cherished potential
for integrity’s relentless relationships
transcending personal lifelines,
dipolar co-arising love
for last life’s grasping risks
exposing tomorrow’s ego win
within
eco-winter’s roots
of underground opportunity

For a more curious exit strategy,
peaking life as love
in fast gathering springs of time
and now slowing
peace-filling lanes
recycling seasonal
multicultural
multigenerational
enriching octaved circles
emblazing encultured colors

To optimize health,
safety,
joy,
release,
freedom for Self and Others
in this final preparation
for Great Transition’s
final interdependent gift economy

Healthy and wealthy exit strategies
wisely pay compassion forward
to minimize trauma,
chronic stress,
deep shame anxieties,
depression,
sadness,
claustrophobia,
xenophobia,
stuckness,
faithlessness,
despair,
disorganic systems failure

To let go gracefully
with emotional intelligence

To not get spiritually lost
in physical and mental loss
of what was miraculous
and sacred
to ever have gained

To warmly embrace
and release
my turn to speak
and sing
and dance
and passionately communicate
continues to pass pleasure
one day in light’s dark time

To strategically exit
at my wisest and best,
as I have entered
and re-entered each dawn
to listen with compassion
and learn with active curiosity

To clear a sacred space
and sufficient time
for Others to more fully resonate,
tunefully listen
soulfully feel
more compassionately rhyming reason

Winning this wealthy mind
to win that healthy body
together better
than falling carelessly apart

Stuck in win or lose
steal or starve
ripening or wrecking seasons

To prepare for final cosmic breath
exhaled per diem moments
echoing first breath inhaled
penetrating sustenance.

Exit strategies
waiting to finally exhale,
pausing EarthTribe’s magnificent requiem.

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To Sexual CareGivers and Receivers

We all at least aspire to become adeptly fulfilled
care givers and care receivers,
as these two directions prefer becoming mutually symbiotic

To give care is neither spiritually better
nor naturally worse
than to receive,
as robustly healthy care giving is also resilient receiving–
these interactions mutually enriching each other;
growing healthy love,
evaporating unhealthy hate
and apathy.

The best care giving comes out of,
and returns toward,
love and nurturance,
not merely the exterior forms of discipline,
enduring negative emotions
and troubling thoughts of feeding tolerance
rather than intolerance

Love sublimes beat down apathy,
often with humor at our own mindfully deep learning expense

An investment in curiosity,
looking even deeper at this person’s compassionate
and dispassionate,
pleasing
and unpleasing relationships
in this time of potential healing

Learning to share Basic Compassionate Attendance
in organic life’s natural animistic spirit
of verbally vulnerable passions
and nonverbally transparent pleasures
transforming trauma-receiving communications
into therapy-giving communion.

Put another more neurosystemic way,
health care professional training has invested in
defensive attorneys
and insurance bottom-line profit-seeking,
risk-management corporations,
to articulate how to preserve one’s autonomous self,
one’s expert practice,
one’s authoritative relationships,
from inappropriate touch and language,
micro-aggressive behavior.

This is not a bad thing in our capital-hoarding economy,
threatening a scarcity of all lives matter

And yet, solely nursing win v lose monopoly games
is a less compelling choice
compared to organic life’s WinEgo/WinEco-opportunity
for both esteem giving to Other
and esteem receiving for Self

Which is all about how to therapeutically touch and feel
speak and listen
maturing compassion’s pleasing
therapeutic communication

Both strict caste-preservers
and liberated caste-abolishers can agree
our GoldenRule care giving/receiving win/win journey,
within organic EarthTribe’s associative v dissociative Anthropocene climate,
is how we further evolve together
toward optimizing healthy love communication

Compassion giving becomes pleasure receiving,
communicating with hands and feet
mouth and ears
investing sacredly cooperative
polyamorous trust.

As this conversion
away from monoculturing anthropocentrism occurs
and re-occurs
and holistically concurs,
then life-care becomes all about WinMe/WinWe optimizing
unconditionally warm
touch and feel responsive
responsible neurosensory communion.

When we have,
as an anthropocentric species,
too long-term triggering issues of inappropriate touch
and insignificant feelings,
these become historical artifacts
of a prior benighted polarization,
a former toxic age
and tragic stage
and disassociative life

Our Holy Nature/Spirit
non-LeftBrain dominant indigenous Elders
would not wish us to remain dispassionately
and unpleasantly stuck outside
life-caring Us
better together
than falling apart

Making great grandchildren
of all Earth’s organic species
yet again
this care-giving caste
care receiving re-caste
sacred communion day.

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Life Through A Thousand Deaths

Here empowering life waits
with a thousand little discontinuous unenlightened deaths,
caste again,
right here in The Evolving Self’s sixth principle
of preferable options for more humane evolution
revolutions lurking behind Mihaly Csikzentmihalyi’s
positive re-ligious integrity
is at least not negative irreligiously disintegrating
neuro-sexsensory health caring psychology.

I had seen EarthMother’s compassion
rebirthing love of cooperatively-held life
when he began by rooting around
in primally co-arising principles of thermodynamics.

The second Yang-negative principle of monocultural hubris,
dissociative limbo
somewhere between remembering contentious defeat
and promising contented repeat
with Yintegral positive
as first open universal synergy principle
toward abundantly unitarian life-system flow.

Every organic tribe tends to share bio-neurosystemic shape
sense enhanced for cooperative fertility,
crowning dialectical DNA
on back through root systemic RNA
resonantly symbiotic passions
for healthy organic pleasures,
fractally unfolding
good faith rooting designs

Monotheistically crowning
emphatically inspiring
future healthy organic clans
living within Earth’s erotic pantheistic wilderness
of deeply rooted spiritual ecstasy

Engaging symbiotic networks
of communing nature
co-informating healthy EarthPeace ecological rights,
dis-integrating anthropocentric caste-preserving wrongs
of Yangish monotheistic monopolizing
GodThesis v GaiaHypothesis excess
of sacred mind over-casting systemic trauma
against under-caste organic matter.

This first synergetic rebalancing principle,
resolving around and in and through
our 4D body-space/mind-time universe
emerges Win/Win when Yin-squared equals positive
not negative Yang
wu-wei cooperative equity, of dual-caste course,
but much more erotically symbiotic,
crown/root cobinary chakra symbiotic
resilient integrity

+(+) = 0-Yintegrity = -(-1)Yang Identity
erotically engaging body = emphatically authentic mind
ecological powers = anthro-logical light
EarthMother’s pantheistic pleasure = SunFather’s monotheistic passion

CoBinary nondualistic organic/sacred systems
inter-communing nature/spirit
regenerative Golden Rule co-empathic
caste-abolishing intent

Reiteratively polyculturing
resonantly octaved
double-fractal DNA/RNA co-gravitation
multigenerations of positive co-relations
between elder RNA seminal sacred memories
of resonantly peaceful ecological experience
projecting future DNA health and safety assurance

Navigating in-between risks and opportunities
of organically healthy Earth wildness life
where YangLeft liberating animus
and
YinRight conserving anima
do our best to make mind-passion/body-pleasure
co-arising love
and not quite so much entropic-trending
upper v lower caste co-aggravating war.

Anyway, back to Mihaly’s sixth dynamic
mistrusted and/or trusted Taoist balancing co-governance,
depending on your paranoia v pronoia predilections,
principle of authentic AnthroMind/EarthBody integrity
Win/Win sacred/organic evolution:

We have two appositional dynamics in our life journey;
Win-health v Lose-pathology potential contention
leading toward Win/Win power-with contented flow,
using cooperative energy resources
to recreate mutually co-present active hope

Yet co-passionate dynamic balance
also risks leading toward further upper/lower caste competitions
powering-over with Win v Lose mistrusts
about Earth’s life v death anthropocentric revolutions

Extracting EarthMother’s energy for monoculturing hubris,
paternalistic patriotic exploitation
of future fear and past angry condemnations,
further starving sapient ego’s potential health
through a thousand deaths and loss and suffering
of entropic maya,
conflicting competitions struggling against further disorder,
rather than struggling with today’s cognitive-affective dissonance
to deep learn ego-ecotherapeutic cobinary care.

It seems perceptually important to believe,
perhaps even to smell and taste and feel
reconnecting past love-line memories
as if implied by first yeasty embryonic experience of self,
that Yintegral flow of cooperative health
could not thrive in total 0-sum absence
of Yang’s darker competitively caste shadow
rememory.

For me,
I have come to see optimally regenerative health
nurturing wise wealth
within Earth’s double-binding bihemispheric spectrum,
between pathology of excessive eco-consumption in my accumulating past
and pathology of excessive ego-energy loss through over-production,
self-abolishing depressions and repressions,
like a bottom-caste life voting for top-caste
Trumping sexploitation.

It proves difficult to summarize
regeneration as a positive inside/outside
cobinary caste
symbiotic ego/eco
Win/Win virtuously dynamic consciousness.

But, at the end of EarthMother’s polypathically multiculturing day,
Climate Health is what we all economically and politically,
ecologically and analogically want.

EarthRights (not so much Yangish irreligious Wrongs)
are what we recognize as nutritionally positive health,
while climate pathologies are Left v Right
liberal mind v conserving body
enlightening v empowering extremes
both inside ego-capital positively identified
and caste aside eco-homebody not negatively identified,
Ego-equity/Eco-integrity
wu-wei nondualistic
indigenously mindful feelings

Continuous EarthMother re-ligious life
powering through a thousand discontinuous SunFather deaths
resurrecting ego/eco dual-caste
transformative consciousness.

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