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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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Trumping U.S. Political Health

Not that I’m such a great fan,
but I was just now taken by surprise
to read the Republican Nominee for U.S. CEO
has somehow raised questions about his mental health.

Really!?

I live in the U.S.
I have questioned the mental health of any candidate
for elected office
hoping to live with mental health in Washington, D.C.
This question has been on my mind
for about as long as I could spell Washenton and Columbian.

This question has evolved more recently.
Now I ask if this candidate presents
more bipolar passive-aggressive
or just full-out psychotic-rabid?

Usually we get at least one of each
here in the U.S.,
which could be why we continue with more of an angry red plutocracy of wealth
than a cool green democracy
of, by, and for, cooperative residents of mental health.

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Conspiracies of Kindness

Pronoia’s Paradise of CoEmpathic Trust
is what happens in
and on
and as a holonic soul of
Earth
when we expect,
anticipate,
the absence of Business As Usual (BAU) Paranoia.

Paranoia is the mutual suffering in fear
and concomitant chronic anger management
and ambivalent self-hatred
of LeftBrain dominant
anthrocentric-languaged enculturation,
non-expectation,
absence of active RightBrain agapic love
for Pronoia,
an EarthTribe originally intended
with co-empathic political, economic,
as ecologically bilateral trust.

EarthTribe’s Pronoia Cooperative
conducting relationships and transactions of Basic Trust Attendance,
as empathic faith anticipated within mental health itself,
the Positive Psychology progenitor of Gratitude.

Gratitude for Earth’s kindness
is the belief/feeling medicine,
Moose/Owl Medicine,
for arriving in Pronoia internal paradise.

The larger landscaped challenge for us
is how to arrive in Beloved Communities of Pronoia Paradise,
Basic Trust Cooperatives (BAC),
rather than continuing on so much with BAU,
monopolistic anti-trusts.

For this,
we would best Pay-Gratitude-Forward,
actively love the positives you can hunt and gather today,
plant and harvest for tomorrow,
to starve the BAU negative cultural weeds
of competing Paranoias in yourself,
as in Other.

Both states of becoming are highly co-empathic,
and therefore autonomically contagious,
but paranoia feeds on anger, fear, and hate,
while pronoia feeds on good humor, beauty, and co-empathic ecologic,
(0)-balanced dipolar co-arising political/economic trust,
anticipation of pregnant Earth’s richly fertile,
fluid,
nearly timelessly reincarnating possibilities
for even further polypathic integrity
of becoming
evolving TaoTime OurSelves.

So let us say Grace together
by sharing our complex responses
to “Who are you?”
List your magical powers
and scratches and dents of suffering character,
lost opportunities to have become someone else,
comprising who you are so far,
your conjoining toward this climatic time and place
of co-celebrating grace
you bring to us,
and we bring to you,
this banquet of mutually pronoiac feeding
on who we are becoming
gracious nutrients,
this meal of pronoiac communing on grace ourselves
and what grace has brought to this table
this day,
this now,
this incarnation of co-empathic divinely gorgeous trust
in Earth’s fertile conspiracies of kindness.

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What You Take

What we take
without asking first,
thanking second,
what is rightfully our property,
our valuables,
our commodities and loves.

Yet we also take
what we are too ashamed to ask for,
then thank
for receiving selfless hand to open hand,
or hate for selfish lack of yes,
or resent negotiating maybes
or strings attached
further growing far more than your rightful share
of shame.

Shame,
engaging high risk acquisition choices
rather than trusting Earth’s grace,
cooperative evolution of relationships
between those who have
and those who want to live healthier,
without shame and guilt
for addictive needs, attractions,
aversions from others’ shame and guilt offerings,
final intimate NO in face of your hungry appetite
for self-regenerative identity,
less shame,
absence of guilt
for having become who you are,
for not having become
as you more lovingly intended
yet.

When did you start asking first
if I want to make our bed together?
Right after I took your breath away
with I would rather do it myself.
Right before I froze your love
because you don’t do it right.

When we take love without first asking
fertile thanks rebounding back,
we grow shame for guilty needs
squeezing out what healthy love
could otherwise breathe in.

What Ego takes without asking
Eco string attaches
Yang to Yin
Left to Right
to LeftRight EcoConsensousness,
asking Ego’s untimely Death first,
thanking Eco’s revolutionary holonic primal life,
second.

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May Fog

This foggy sky
darkly and relentlessly rains
especially for an early May morning.

He is not prepared for darkness
seeping in from new-born leaves,
not yet full grown
into this year’s tree-lacing dress,
soaking in from saturated soil,
slurping into his complexly relaxing empathic soul.

Perhaps this open quality
endears him to those few who could ever know him
enough to watch him,
watching,
noticing,
hoping for less rain inside today,
each day,
all Earth’s Days.

Wet liturgical Mays
dissolve his Taurean ways.

Yet, for him, right now,
such dark openness yawns too large
for even one dreary lonely hour
of self-isolation.

His two medically complex clients have gone,
as usual,
Monday morning until late afternoon.
Today, as he contemplates his decadent ways,
he misses their distracting charms.
Each so different.
YinYin so loudly Trumpian,
post-millennial triumphalist,
but also with some significant undiagnosed bipolar control issues.
Meanwhile Yang,
unable to speak or sign,
so hidden,
yin-shy shadow of rich warm love,
immersed in life’s right-now ripe composting time,
each moment,
graciously emerging from his co-arising past
to spin toward future yang-yin equipoise memories
of time’s karmic grace.

But, right now he must sustain thru dark raining dreams of suicide
without them.
He suffers withdrawal from feeling needed,
unworthy of becoming truly wanted.

Ironic,
a PermaCultural Family EcoTherapist,
actually achieving good polycultural outcomes
with his broken clients,
the one highly de-specialized professional wheelhouse
most needed to accelerate global networking
cooperative outcomes,
challenging each family and all climatic systems
with Yang-encultured dominance,
right here and now in this post-millennial generation
of ecologically balancing great and small,
daily transitions,
yet he feels hopeless,
not knowing where he could ever begin again
so late in this biological incarnation
already showing concerns that “Black Lives Matter”
but maybe not so much old black,
or white,
or even green lives matter
beyond their retiring biofunctional usefulness.

We all help make great compost when we die.
It’s getting in there,
completing the job,
embracing the vocation,
once and for all,
that continues to challenge life as EgoDeath love.

How does one retiring PermaCultural Therapist
best contribute to this time,
this ecosystem,
this community,
this family,
this primal relationship with Earth
and all Her tribal dialects
and languages
and species
and multicultural diversities of life and death cycles
and recycles,
and repurposes?

Probably reading F Scott Fitzgerald’s issues about cultural decay
and ethical integrity of bodies and minds
ingesting and regurgitating Earth’s generous beauty
is rather like sitting under a rain-drenched tarp,
writing stories of suicidal dissipation,
while Earth calls for Revolutionary EcoTherapists
to heal Her as she cries,
this early May morning,
under foggy dripping skies.

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Families That Stay Together

The family that bathes together
stays together
until every mindbody smells better together.

Is that like
biology is ecological timing,
hunting healthy polymorphic synergy?

Perhaps.
If yes, it loses something in abstraction.
If no, you might need to stay in your bath a bit longer,
and extend your polycultural definition of family.

Is that like
baptism from monocultural ego identity
into permacultural EarthTribe individuation
thru rainbow colors of TransParent thru BlackHole
DiPolar CoArising Temporal EcoConscious Presence?

Only when baptism
merges a global extended family
immersing into EarthTribe’s Solidarity Revolution,
haunted by Earth’s nutritional DNA/RNA mutuality memories
of polypathic Ego/Echo BiCameral ReIterative Synergy.

Bathing with our Exterior Landscapes
as we would have Earth Goddess and SunGod
continue TransParently eco-mentoring
our Interior EgoLandscapes.

How about,
all souls bathe together
stay together
until every form of nature’s regenesis
smells and looks
tastes and feels and sings thru prime crystal revolving light,
harmonic dialects of family fragrances,
together?

It sounds pretty enough,
but I still don’t think it smells deep rich composted
quite enough for EarthTribe’s baptism
into Great Transitions of post-climatic full-blending octave fragrances
of time as light’s perfume of regenerative choice.

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StepSister Princess

No! Cut this piece here!
No! Not there!
Why didn’t you cut it right?

says Princess StepSister’s
hyper-ventilated syndrome,
jonesing for her next pork chop.

I would have finished
but you bellowed me away
in your Ugly StepSister voice
demanding from open refrigerator door
that collard greens must stop evaporating
behind your eyes.

Ugly StepSister?
Did you just call me a StepSister?

I’m just saying
you think you’re a Whatever Princess
but you don’t act like one
because, as you know,
princesses are always kind
and say please and thank you
and not whatever,
and seldom if ever bark and bite
at the hands created to lovingly feed them
for the next several years;

while Ugly StepSisters
act like whatever bullies,
talk like ballistic assault weapons.

Which is why
Cinderellas are originally selected to dance
with Prince Charmings,
and thereby become kind Princesses,
rather than stuck in Ugly StepSister roles and rules,
harping at Prince Charming Dads
to cut their pork chops faster,
and better,
and now,
if not yesterday.

Oh…
Would you cut my pork please, in smaller pieces,
and not take your usual gimpy time, thank you?

Why of course my Princess,
I love to live your Prince Clumsy.

 

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Terror Asylum

On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island’s warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine’s monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling mental-physical stately asylum carcasses,
sagging with trembling memories
of cultural inability
to remember empathic presence,
basic nature’s noticing of potentially present voices
speaking through cracked window and door frames,
peeling exterior landscapes,
collapsed roofs with rotten root foundations,
mumbly murmuring memories
of past river fogged-in days
and nights of terrorism,
ruled by despots of exegetical sanity
applauding wild bacchanal voices
jumping into tidal swollen,
then shrunken,
yet steady and wise-stately,
reasonable flow away out
toward wilder presence downstream
outstraining severed screams
of inpolitic madness.

Intended to grow up a school for sanity,
collaterally invested dust and decay emerged a prison
of abuse and neglect,
oppressively irrational exculturation.

Wild voices dismembering
loving presence of person,
too entrapped by past terrors,
chronic, climatic, psychotic prison
for muttering conversations between Ego’s Anger voice
berating left-handed fear of Fear ambivalence,
quivering recrimination reiterating through dungeon drugged nights,
layering medicated mindless attendance
over basic neural noticing,
thereby inducting rot
briefly intuiting tender absence of co-mentored narrow path
toward polypathic enculturation,
hiding in a forest
of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways,
seductive viral toxic infestation
of history weeded over.

On this other Thames
visitors violate serene gloom of despair,
turning our backs to return to safer grounds,
no less trespassing wilderness
but more profane,
slinking down an overcrowded river
of ubiquitous investment
in tumble-down sane urbanity.

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Christian RePublicans USA

So, Doc,
I have this huge black looming doubt
it is possible
in this disUniting State
to remain both Christian and Republican.

Really? Because…

Well,
because “Christ-like RePublican”
begins to sound like an oxymoronic hybrid
for self-dissonant identity,
encouraging those who bear this cross,
as I emergently do,
to perpetuate some identity
as Publican
but also Co-Messiah.

Like a rich advocate for the poor.

Like a rich extractor from the poor
without intent to return anything of value.

If we do our political and economic and cultural analysis
of the ecosystem including Nazareth
about 2000 years ago,
Republicans recast themselves as Publicans
and Christians regenerate as eco-polyculturally cooperatively networked
RePurposing Messiahs,
reiterating messages of globally cooperative love
as evolutioning synergetics,
dissonant with hate and fear and elitist anthro-centric
self-defense,
the anti-Christian hell of devolutionary over-reactionism,
over-commodified,
overly domesticated deposit accumulator,
Re-Publicanism.

Well, now that you mention it,
but I thought you were a Taoist,
and a Democrat.

Ohhhh.
Maybe that’s what I need to talk about?

Well, I have heard that you don’t always
get your yang political universalists
lined up with your yinyin cooperative economic integrity.
Sometimes engaging Win-Lose campaigns
hoping to achieve Win-Win outcomes.
Again,
not sure you can be a Taoist Democrat either.

Maybe I’ll just go off and build my own little garden
and evolve as a PolyCultural DeComposer of Cynical Paradigms.

But, if successful,
you risk re-emerging as a Christ-like Publican.

Maybe an EgoPurged so EcoGlobalPublican Cooperative Revolutionary Christian.

Hmmm. yes, someone should try that.
Sure hope it isn’t me.

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Advent’s More CoOperative Resolutions

Perhaps you hear and see a yet emerging trend
among TransMillennials,
those born at end of the second millennium
carrying and burying ourselves in the third,
yet to die Post Bi-Millennially.

We hear a son who knows,
as his cells know how to breathe nutrition,
he knows,
if his World could be as he imagines himself
at his best,
most giving,
playful,
happiest,
warm,
integrated,
loving this moment,
then we would all have learned to invest
in Win-Win Gaming strategies and ecologic,
where these two are prime relational
gaming path as goal as gaming path as…

Each, inner soul strategic
and eco-political-nomic logic goal,
dialectically co-listening,
mutually anticipating bicameral noun+verb players.

EgoSelf cooperatively holonic,
fractal WinWin square rooted
in RNA-iconic balance.

With EcoEarth’s Positive Elder-brained
ReGenerating Evolution.

But, this Son wilts and fades
in and out of co-messianic despair,
to connect with WinWin strategic options
within explicating “default’ Win-Lose
programming “population” logistics.

You see,
to this bicameral Son of Earth’s co-operative,
RNA regenerationally natured,
it makes no sense to suboptimize
by giving in to Win-Lose
BusinessAsUsual competitive political
and economic
and personal
and familial systems.
Because,
it makes total sensory balanced cultural sense
to invest in mutually subsidiary health-positive choices,
premised on faith in positive ionic gravitation
as universally cooperative solidarity,
an evolutionary theoretical preference for Win-Win
encultured gaming communication and communities,
emerging into Real Time.

Our son
does not fully see Win-Lose communication trends
as a generational gap,
between older BusinessAsUsual
PreMillennial Win to Let-Other-Losers-Lose,
and his generation
including those born into our inclusively cooperative information economy
the WWW,
somewhat older,
and, of course,
all those other late adolescents
on down to infants
listening and watching other infants
listening and watching other infants
Be Happy Together on-line.

It is time for me,
for all of us,
and for this Cooperative Warrior Son
to embrace this more PolyCulturally Climaxing,
Diastatic Win-Win (0)-Interest disinvestment
from negative dissonance
that is not double-negatively, timelessly,
true of WinWin ecosystemic health;
disinvesting from Win-Lose irrationally distorted comprehension
of nature’s ectosymbiotically Win-Win
cooperatively dialectical
photosynthetic-fueled revolution of Life as Love.

Human nature advents toward re-syncing
right-brain eco-natural functional trends
of binary
binomial
bilateral
spacetime QBit informationally nutritious fertile strings.

This Son, our Sun,
know
and together remind us,
invite we-prehension,
invite all of us,
into a cooperatively networked path
which is our shared vocational goal
as a healthy-benignly mutually parasitic
bicamerally dipolar species.

This PostMillennial WinWin Game evolves polyparadigmatic,
with economic and political
and personal-interior
and familial
teleological reiterative vocations,
meaningful paths as purposeful goals
toward meaningful paths,
verb-noun implicate natural order,
stuff and language about stuff to cooperate about more actively,
toward Truth as Beloved Beauty and Health Community-ation,
is EmergentBeing,
our co-arising (0) MetaGame Goal.

No one can optimally win this evolutionary game
until we are all re-invested totally in mutual WinWin love strategic paths,
synergy,
health,
dialectically positive energy,
ionics,
bionics,
appositionals,
oppositionals,
by divesting of Win-Lose suboptimizing programming
assumptions about how to play our game
without fully human life
as fully ecosystemic life-optimizing possibility.

Perhaps you too have one of our PostMillennial sons and daughters,
or perhaps you are this son or daughter,
or someone interdependently between,
who suffers from pretraumatic stress disorder
because DNA-normed mindbodies
are not receiving enough full light
of mutually cooperative eco-communication,
information,
attention,
warmth,
practice,
intent.

What seems meant for Win-Lose self-defensive anthro-centric contentment
feels like Win-Win offensive struggling life-centric contentiousness.

We leave to you
an Earth with beautiful and healthy-vibrant possibilities
climatically shrinking
pretraumatically preparing more struggling with cooperative,
less struggling against competitive,
politics and economics,
Interior with Exterior+/Interior(-,-) Polynomial Landscapes
with more vibrant Polycultural Evolutionary
and Bicamerally Balanced Intent
emerging Advent of NewCultural Resolutions.

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