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Economic Rights of Earth

Rights of nature,

truths, not wrongs,

goods, not so much bads,

are eco-logical.

Eco-pathic sanity

emerges away from ego-normic irrationality.

Divestment from extractive-based capital investment

predicts investment in cooperative-based diversity of cultures

and economies.

 

Natural systems emerge more fully, globally,

from well-composted soil.

Economic systems sustain optimized Trees of Life

when we invest every breath

moment

thought

meme

paradigm

resource

faith

fuel

in cooperative inclusive systems of Earth’s Care,

shared karmic vocation to grow

our paradise of graced economy.

 

Pathology has invested in ego-centric win-lose strategies

so our permacultured wise design

discovers therapy divesting of ego-centric incarnations,

corporations,

commodified self-strategies to win.

We are learning nature’s deep eco-logic,

regenerative optimization invests in (0) sum global

win-win fair share policies

mutual priority

our shared subsidiarity to Earth’s logic,

Original Intent’s Omega Point,

peaceful air of mindful practice,

evolution of Green Revolution,

spins and weaves our Great Transition season

to produce new leaves of grass-fed transactions

with mutual gratitude for winter past,

as Right-brained Yin’s inductive swell,

our pregnant vein of time

balancing her well-Yanged Left brain dominance,

egocentric individual-ism.

 

Discovered Spirit,

uncovered Nature.

Nothing more,

nothing less,

than (0) sum positive teleology,

transforming meaning with purpose

marching eco-normic balance.

Nature’s righteous law

reveals spirit’s leftover

mergently abundant grace,

a (0) sum Win-Win global game

our positively balanced spacetime economy,

thermagnetic balanced, deep eco-logic harmony;

less marching in extractive market squares,

more dancing in globally networked circles,

harmonizing active peace,

love’s permacultured psalm.

 

Greatest effect with least effort, loss, and suffering,

winnow investments toward cooperative practice,

our Original Permaculturing Intent.

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Synergetic Nest

We find each Other’s contours,

adjusting,

nuancing,

merging into one breath,

two resonant heartbeats.

 

Then rise to fly apart.

Breathing out what you breathe in

breathing in what you breathe out,

Inspiring information

expiring exformation,

my Yang inhale your Yin exhale

my Yin exhale your Yang inhale.

 

Floating back,

syncorhythm breath,

harmonic (0)-sum stress

resonating confluence,

true mutually adjusting ergodic rest,

in interweaving spirare nest,

full vibrant revolutions.

 

 

 

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Red Sky At Night…

Once upon a nightime grim

all creatures of Earth dreamed

our Mother was not enough for everyone,

just “me.”

 

This collective nightmare thunderously rolled out

dark implications:

Earth is insufficient for our needs!

We live in Closed Systems of immunity,

heading toward decay!

EarthTribe is not enough to sustain all this life!

I am not enough, yet!

I do not have enough, yet!

When someone grabs from me

they steal from my self-identity!

Grab back!

When someone strikes and hits to hurt,

is mean to those I care about,

I hit back!

with self-righteous flashing anger,

equity and integrity mere dormant values.

They must learn

or I may perish!

 

With such dark dreams

our primal twins,

Yang and Yin,

thrashed about in tangled sheets

each unaware of Other’s parallel flight

within this blue-black brackish night,

til Yang whacked Yin upside the head

completely unaware of how this would unfold.

So Yin hit back in fright

and soon this ruckus raised a violent alarm

among their household, neighbors, Tribe.

This outrage spread

sweeping across land and oceans

then back again to where it all began

until exhausted and dark bruised

all earthbound life fell down unconscious.

 

Within this loss of self-defense,

our open-handed peaceful nest,

dawn quietly crept toward abundant light

for all to feel and hear and touch

her sobbing singing warming beauty.

Scent of sun-baked cotton sheets

invites Yin’s eyes to uncover sight

of radiant light

abundantly growing nutrient wealth,

a yeasty compost sustaining interweaving life,

incarnating karmic response to each species’ evolving wants

and worthy hope.

 

As her awareness of Earth’s vast creation

lit her eyes of self-discovery

dawn’s diastasis filled hearts and minds

of all coincidental early risers.

We woke uncovered to discover immensity of life

and color swarming far beyond our needs,

nutrients absorbed for taste, and touch, and scent, and sound,

and sight, freely accessed to fit each synchronic need,

each longing to belong,

each Self fading into and out of Other,

sufficient place for each species’ time and space.

Last night’s primal screams of insufficiency replaced

by dawn’s ecology of karmic grace.

 

Yang woke alarmed at loss of cover.

His arms flew out to hide his fall

from dawn’s radical gift of generosity

and harmonic praxis.

And, in so doing, he hit Yin’s head.

This blow did smart

but seeded tears of redeemer healing.

Yin justly smiled and absorbed around

reminding Yang she is his graceful mentor

interpreting his dreams.

 

She sang with harmony enveloping unredeemed dissonance and disease,

hope for suffering and insanity’s dark lessons,

dawn’s well-lit vocation for us all

softly individuating within Earth’s optimizing life,

all brittle boundaries of mutual immunity

relaxing into resonance.

 

In this Transition Time from dark competing violence,

we remain cooperatively nested within Earth’s well-being,

so, dear Yang,

return toward redemptive rest,

regenerating memory seeds,

stringing songs dancing back,

back to stardust’s Ecologic Elders.

 

Fear and violence display synaptically sharp;

competitive “Loser!” economies;

love’s justice peace remains buoyant, resilient, robustly evolving

cooperating mutual winner revolution

away from red skies of mourning.

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Torch Song Eulogy

I have given up on us

because you gave up on us

before I ever came along.

 

You saw in me some hope

that maybe you were wrong

perhaps the human race could be redeemed

if just one

would take the time

to notice and care

that you are.

 

But I was not that one for you,

the one to see wealth

where you have it

rather than long to be fed

what is not yours to provide.

 

It breaks my heart to know

that I can’t fix yours.

I step into your absent space

and here I am without you

where I can only see you

as my fixer-upper.

 

I am afraid to be your only love

it feels too much to ask of me

to love you when you’ve never loved another.

Can you tell me why

you never cry

when I try to hurt you?

Can you tell me why you only cry

when I tell you that I want you?

 

But I can’t find you.

I had given up on me

before you ever came along.

 

I saw in you my last dark hope

that I could share myself

without running out

until our dying day.

We would never end

telling stories of now,

and then,

and why we never want this one to end.

We would look outside

in each other’s eyes

and see inside

through each other’s eyes.

It’s those parts under your skin

your mind

your heart

too weak for faith that I might care

and know you as you are.

 

And yet, you hope,

it lingers there,

ringed finger glow reflects,

where we grow hope

that’s positive;

so water it.

 

Rich warm compost hope emerges

from and for lost faith that love could be for us

to share

and from such diverse synergy

grow love for all who come to wear

our radiant worn-out rug.

 

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Death Prehensive Birth

Giving birth to death

feels sacrilegious

sacramental but wrong

letting law and logic

and biology win

over spirit and grace

sanctity

ecology of love,

sin-ergetic

primal flat-lined

entropic non-relationship

in static balance,

between breathing in

and breathing out….

 

Grace-filling breath toward death

fading in and out

birth to flight again.

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Beauty School

Pupils do not smile;

they do shrink or swell

inviting light’s response,

or not so much.

 

Beauty bursts surprising grace in place and space.

But infatuation,

addictive potential love of beauty,

hope becoming faith,

sustained or unsustainable through repeating peace recovery.

 

Beauty grows through relationship,

the surface of goodness,

wellness,

or even excess.

Creative beauty thrives through time

each moment we return to places

where rejoin our longing and belonging

our purpose with our meaning

our becoming in this being

our function in this in-formation

at this time

and in this relationship of home.

 

Pupils do not smile so much as mutually swell.

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Weeping Trees of Life

My tree of life too often weeps

willowing down toward grounded roots

sustaining all this weight of history.

 

Our tree of life grows up and down,

a tree of cultured composting ground

up through tiny reaching tendrils

laced to root-unwinding system growth,

up toward light and air and breeze

and full-bloomed flower of polyculturing praise.

 

My life tree weeps for fear of death

tear-seeds reining in my soul

winking down through fertile ground

where springs bring hope of day.

 

Not all trees are weeping trees.

We tend to grow near watered streams

flooding nutrintegritative souls

awash in tears

informed by years of self-encultured

sadness ignored by upright stretch

of stronger Yangish stuff,

with dryer roots.

 

My tree of life too often weeps

to grow up as an oak

filled willow to reach around this Earth

and dance with roots

gracefully embracing soulfilled

gravitating rhythms

of regenesis.

 

My tree of life too often weeps to grow.

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Yin Then Yang Then Back Again

Life concaved inside

Convexing beauty

Harmonious in as out

 

Female

Male

Bigenderive mindfulness

 

Redeeming

Love

Graced Ecoyeast regenerating

 

Negative

Positive

Diametric binomial meta-versed

 

Peaceful stasis

Faithful diastolic succulence

Positive purposed Original Intent

 

Gratitude for Other

Hope for  EcoOther balancing identity

Faith in Other as confluent NotEcoSelf,

sparks Love for Self as EarthTribing.

 

Original graced incarnating within

Robust compassioned love without

Mindful polycultured compost

of PermaCulturing Design.

 

ReGenerating = copredicating prehensile predicament

Globally Coincident Comprehensiving

 

 

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Taoist Commons of Perma-Passioned Design

Mindful justice and compassion emerge together, not necessarily compassion from justice, or justice from compassion–both evolve together in each culture, like a culture growing across time.

Both justice and compassion emerge from essential human relationships of equity and balanced power with Other, anchored in the universal (0) soul we share, in the same sense that we share RNA across all living cells. Compassion and justice are most abundantly incarnated when they remain balanced between confluence and diversity. Too much confluence breeds totalitarianism; too much dissonance brings a level of individualistic human entitlement enculturation that results in our marginal comfort/discomfort controversies about power deposits, inequities, “power-over” intentions, and concentrated marginalization, and growing inequities, concerns about the future and “hidden” agendas of competitive, exclusionary intent, slowly emerging from their closets.

By way of contrast with this cacophony, our diverse and healthy “Commons” permaculture leans toward cooperative solidarity and inclusiveness when planning, and designing, and using, and harvesting, and planting, and maintaining ecosystems. Abundant healthy “private” culture leans toward self-challenging, stretching solidarity, a type of interdependent diastasis within an encultured spacetime-string. Solidarity and team-building are normative for the Permaculture Generation when planning our messages, homes, and vocations. Our Formative Principle of Polycultural Complementarity includes the functional optimization process beginning with mindful awareness (noticing), yielding facilitation, yielding mentoring, yielding replication, yielding positive-cooperative subordination to the Commons we regenerate together.

In PermaCultural Design, aboriginal cultures, metaphysics, teleology and theology, there is this question, or expectation, usually implied, of Original Intent. This question is more primordial, assumed, enthymematic to the question of life’s meaning or purpose. Original Intent goes back to mindfully discerning the infrastructure of meaning and the purposes we practice, and learned prior to our bicameral capacity for ethical intelligence.

Dr. Robert Norton (Communication & Consequences: Laws of Interaction) refers to the communication of our own Original Intent as enthymematic communication; it is richly, even optimally, effective and nutritious for building and maintaining relationships. Enthymematic means before the syllogism, or meme, or language. It is positively and integrally predicated without having historical explanatory (deductive) support. Without it, no hope for positive relationship emerges. This enthymematic Original Intent  diastatically embraces/embues a word, a message, with efficacy–the power of potentiated relationship. The projected right message for the right person at the right moment balances hope for future confluent response with positive teleological faith in a (0)-centric +SelfIdentity = (-)OtherIndividuation dipolar complementarity (see Julian Jaynes on the ethological and evolutionary function of symbol and language development; also David Abram, The Spell of the Sensuous).

Analogically conflating these diverse paradigms, they each suggest that the Original Intent of information and creation is gratitude as the essential response to the possibility, the hope, the grace the karma of positive/confluent relationship, connection, having a new power with Other. The opposite of gratitude can be non-violent intent, but lead to dissonance, dismay, and even violence within spacetime practice.  Violence and gratitude are mutually defining appositionals, as are confluence and dissonance, Yang and Yin, justice and compassion. Enthymematic communication is rooted in active hope and peace toward confluent power with another. Rich dialogical encultured strings of communication are positively expressed; radiating minimal  negative implications, assumptions, reaction, or intent. They tend to inclusively sweep in their analogical value family–similar models, metric systems of measurement and calculation, design elements, gestalts, coincidental scientific paradigms, and arts and humanities paradigms, into a re-ligioning constellation of Permacultural Enthymematic Awareness, graced ecologies of compassion underlie ecological economies of justice, yield further graced ecologies of positive hope, then faith, then love, then global positive teleological comprehension of what our shared vocation has always been; what was originally intended.

Our positive ethical value system is rooted in the hope of mutual gratitude; active abstinence averse to dissonant violence, emerging from aptic non-violence [kind of a precameral positive-neutral-withdrawn position; the opposite of synaptic–see Julian Jaynes on the evolution of self-awareness out of an original undifferentiated aptic awareness, emotively and integrally (0)-value-centric  +/- neutral.] While non-violent communication is an important step toward inclusive effectiveness, recognizing its more explicated, positive, expression as active-peace (rooted in mutually prehensive grace) brings hope that my flowers are “Other’s” eisegetical flowers and “Other’s” weeds are exegetically known, mutually understood, as “my/our weeds.” We do our best when we all see our mess as doing the best we can to leave the mess behind.

Original Intent in human terms is gratitude. Original Intent in physical regenerative, creative, terminology is increasing harmony, or confluence, or therapy; which also decreases disease, dissonance, toxins, pathology, irrational anomaly, Left-brained dominance, but only to the point where the values of harmony and inclusive diversity are equally expressed as the bond of compassionate fairness, the best we can do within the relative imbalance of currently informed (+) Binomial RealTime, within (0)-soul Vector/Vortex Universal Magnetic Balanced SpaceTime. This is our positive teleological pilgrimage toward ecological and economic equity, where all polynomial information (P) equals implicated reverse-appositional predicated, but currently impossible to RealTime incarnate due to analogical irrationality, lack of confluent temporal-affective Codex  (NP).  We exegetically share these NP weeds and watering them is what we call insanity.

My family is stressed by the constant in-my-face neediness, in-my-ears loudness, in-my-heart oppositional expression of the Fetal Alcohol communication system with whom we live. The house shakes as she bounces hour after hour.

On the other hand, we also have the contrary grace of Angelman’s syndrome in our youngest son’s special practice of living in the present, not judging, but accepting with gratitude the presence of his family as a primal source of nurturing within his aptic nest of non-linguistic awareness. He is our resident guru of gratitude, nurturance, and well-being. When our daughter’s Fetal Alcohol is too much, we do well to spend extra time with my son’s ever-confluent presence, and do as he does.

Even so, too much internalizing of Yin-son’s aptic awareness could lead to an entropic state of hibernation, to affective withdrawal rather than the continual oscillation between the graced positive ecology of awareness and our genetic learning toward a re-balanced fair Commons of active tribal and globally-speciated peace. Learning to fly together, rather than fall, apart.

 

 

 

 

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