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Her Never Ending Other Story

WINTER

We all have heard The Greatest Creation Story Ever Told,
and it is
as title so boldly baldy states.

Yet, within and without,
before yet also after,
this History of Earth’s CoRedemption
deepy lies
highest and healthiest Her EarthStory
born of SunLove,

SPRING

RNA’s ReGeneration of Creativity Story
nurturing nature
embracing trees of life
and of dualdark cosmology,
DeComposition,
uncomposing our History song and BusinessAsUsual dance.

Spring’s decomposition prophetess sighing surf
implications
remembering future’s reincarnate regenerative preferences
for health-cooperative networks,
fire-sided circles extending family political legends
and hopes,
dreams and fears,
designing and writing PermaCultural Operas,
then circling and spiral dancing these forward-hoping gifts
through labyrinthine polycultural productions,
RNA’s love-sprouts.

SUMMER

HerStory’s Musical TragiComedy,
in Four Acts,
begins as embryonic healthy Uracil with Cytosine,
composting winter,

anticipating this Great Transitional Spring
of regeneratively green rainbows,
crystal-fractal PreMillennial trinitarians,
birthing cooperative 4D nondual co-arising WinWins
as WealthWithoutWalls nurturance,

Followed by Summer’s PostMillennial regenerative climax
of health-resonant political-economic resolutions,
full-octave (0)-scaled cooperatives
of opulently lattice-networked slow-growth DNA development
and kinda sexy in a transgenderational
multicultural
thrustingly and receivingly with gratitude
empathic kinda way.
HerStory’s consumer-production diastatic balance

Closing with Fall’s integral harvest of polypathic manna
within and from Earth’s Heavenly flow-streams of sap,
pee and sperm,
pollen and seeds,
bicamerally pumping blood and surfing in and out waters
of perennial post-climatic baptism

into advent of yet another Winter
sitting in warm solidarity circles
around HerStory’s nurturing fire,
singing PermaCultural Operas of health nurturing EarthTribes,
together at love’s great culminating last,
recalling unfortunate former climatically competitive History
flying apart.

Earth’s Greatest Nurturing Intelligence Story
tells tall fall
and listens deep ecosystemic function,
presence of conscious co-empathic mind
producing season’s of health v pathology development.

AUTUMN

Sadly, death is as necessary to ecologies of intelligible life
as monocultural competitions are to organic multisystemic cooperation,
and so this HerStory as HiStory NonDual Two must pass
into a final Fall Curtain,
eventually,
and yet time enough for Earth’s fully self-sustaining regenesis
is eternity and omnipotence enough for me
within autumnal HerStory.

Then again,
there was that implication
of slowly rising understoried regenerative love-curtain
equivalent to Fall’s degenerative notnot desertion,

WINTER

recycling Her New CoEmpathic Golden Hibernation Stories,
born of murmuring multicultural lulla-goodbye farewell namastes,
echoing reiterations of Aloha Time’s HerStoric
bilateral dipolar remembering,
reincarnational cosmology of NotNot Over
’til the rainbow-regenerative Lady
finishes singing EarthTribe’s Great ReGeneration Opera.

 

 

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Dear Neighbors

Dear neighbors,

I realize we have not met,
other than the guy next door
but that doesn’t really count
cause that was just to put up a fence between us,
and I have met Marvelously Mad Mike,
behind me, on the River,
but primarily because I could not run away fast enough.

Regardless,
I want to invite you over
for kind of a potluck neighborhood open house party.

Just come as you happen to be at the moment,
bring something to drink
and, oh yes,
something to eat that you would consider politically and economically
and, oh yes,
nutritionally correct.

But not to worry,
we will have political correctness exams
at the front door,
prior to gaining admission,
unless you would like that of course,
in which case
perhaps I should mention,
so as not to become justly accused of hidden agendas,
I would prefer to disclose
a politically correct completely open agenda,
and that probably goes for your porky political
and/or porkless spiritual beliefs too.

If you want to talk about how I really should get myself Born Again,
if only for the life insurance values,
I will almost certainly agree
that I hope to dream deep rich baptisms of fire
and rain
and wind every night
to be reborn again each morning,
except on those too-rare occasions
when I could theoretically have baptized myself
in erotic dreams
to awake feeling less reborn,
more uncompleted,
heuristically speaking,
of course.

Nor would I drop a jaw
were you to explain to me
why I should aspire to transcendent mysticism,
the rather imprecise feedback
I get from my defiant kids
right after they rob me blind
or lie to me as if I were senseless
and preferably more transcendent
and mysteriously preoccupied with larger issues
of climatic change
in Great Political-Economic Scientific-EcoTherapeutic Transition,
and not so much
these smaller political and economic
most uncooperative and unmindful transactions.

Lest you fear I may have some hidden political,
or, god forbid,
some cultish religious-fundamentalist agenda,
rather than a party smorgasbord
and self-entertainment and -governance menu,
with issues that march along
some more Traditionally Orthodox Party Line,
perhaps scripture lessons on how to invest heart beats
and wise inhale-exhale breaths of bicameral mindfulness,
allow me to expose
my polypathic proclivities as a Taoist-Christian.

This T-C is a hybrid line,
somewhat like U-U,
which is, for some weird regenetic reason,
also dialectically like dipolar U-C nutritional health balance,
going back to both Eastern and Western shamans.

So, nothing is supposed to surprise us
except the absence of bad news,
and even then
we are not to let on,
pretending that we have been predicting this,
the continuing advent of good TaoBalancing news all along,
sort of permaculturally,
but usually,
and preferably,
only to those who would be most certain
not to take us seriously,
too deeply,
too unliterally,
too radically through fundamentally fractally,
so long as they treat us as shamans
and not the more totally insane polypaths,
terrorized by emerging voices of climatic anger
and silos of echoing foggy fears
about ego’s future emptiness,
absence of life-becoming.

So, not to worry,
Taoist lies before the hyphenatic Christian,
meaning Radical Revolutionary Christian.
We are so radically revolutionary
that we believe Christianity should declare its mission statement
as 100% self-perpetuatingly regeneratively replete,
and now move on to more globally optimizing multicultural issues,
like investing in more cooperatively nutritious politics
and active-cooperative-invested economic choices,
more teleologically ecologically bicamerally informed
by sacred-humane nondual TaoBalance
YangLeftHealthyNature-YinRightSpiritBiLateralLight.

Tao Loving Christians are so radically revolutionary
we believe good nature is always nutritionally kind
and we don’t believe we should even (0)-sum ego-exist.
So, not to worry,
no evangelical intentions are allowed by Yin,
much as Yang would love to love you to death
with the LeftBrain Wisdom
of multicultural truths
as harmonic fractal-crystal beauty
of econconsciousness in fertile-octave light bilateral-cross-messianic frequencies.

Just come as you are
in your own light
with whomever you happen to have
hanging around at the moment you finish reading this.

Feel free to bring your pets
and any tools you might have to share,
or just a list would be fine,
and I’m wondering if we want to exchange email addresses,
so there will be a sign-in sheet for those who want to include that,
and those who don’t,
and please check off if you might be interested in collaborative gardening
this next spring coming up.

And if you or any of your accompanying tribe
has any skills or talents,
songs, dances, readings,
stories, drums,
other musical instruments,
except maybe not a tuba
because I’m just not that musically evolved
and I realize you could not laugh with me
while playing your foghorn of a tuba,
bring anyone or anything except a monopolistic tuba,
which really isn’t a party instrument anyway,
for our cooperative skills and talent show.

Stay as long as we all like,
and can afford to live together.
I’m sure we have much to co-invest and celebrate about.

OK, you can bring that damned tuba, if you must.
Maybe I am being invited to evolve in some foghorn kind of way.

With gratitude.

G.O.D.

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Dancing Through

I would he could write,
or even speak,
as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty.
Confusing hybrid
not safely translated through static language,
these ecstatic moments
entered and left without external shadows,
remembered warmly but soulfully
in shyly smiling muscles
unwilling to let go of life
without breathing music,
refrains training love moments
passion trails of kicks
and balanced leaps of faith
Earth will hold these swirling bones
and arteries of flowing bliss
I must not write too raw
but dance
as if each cell could swell in angry love songs
big and small
fast through slow
up as down
around each day’s write
to dance abandoned freedom’s passion night.

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EarthTribe Sanctuary

Bird chatter echoes mutual greetings
psalms reciting Other’s praising morning light
promising their co-enrapture of return
before light fades to dusk this night.

Birds echo cathedrals of tree majestic chatter,
underflight of bees and insect buzz growing conjoined refrain
evening’s glad sung massive eulogy
consecrates this flying day’s compline,
grace delight.

Liturgy of Earth flight song
echoes through shattering light,
entering as exiting each shared dark mythic night.

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Spring Rain Memories

On these warmer spring nights
we rock in our front porch swing
hearing rain gurgle through satiated soil,
dialects of liquid reflection
speaking about our day,
past days,’
future days of love,
surrendering to dark spring rain intimacy,
but a passing car
spraying wet exhausting whines of power
reminds me you are no longer here.

We speak through smiles
of how we would be
when we ruled our worlds
with less mediocrity,
yet sad you are not here
to hear
what we remember
in my head,
my body warm
against this spring wet breeze.

We hear our breaths
praising stars hidden beyond dark rain night
but resonantly singing soprano arias
while we breathe in to sing back and out together,
but you are not here,
within this future memory of us,
failure to appear
now as here with me
to feel your love
more than an echo in my porch swing mind.

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Primary Operas

All conversations,
like harmonic music,
practice rhetoric’s resonant enculturation
with mutual enculturation hope,
intent,
faith;
sometimes even love.

All evolutionary integrational spirals
practice nurturing encultured healthy trends
with spirited hope, intent, faith;
and within great evolution’s transitional climatic revolutions,
often even love.

All nutritional recycling events,
divinely humane co- as eco-repurposers,
recreators,
nurture open-loop polyculturing regenerations,
emerging healthy local through global hope,
positive political intent,
economic cooperative faith;
and, PostMillennially,
balanced nurturing permacultural love
of organic nested root system landscape development networks,
both on- and off-line,
with arts and craftsy ZeroEgo Optimization Zones.

All discernment practic’s languaged enculturation,
with enculturing hope, active love,
faith in Gandhian wealth of nondually co-arising healthy JudeoChristian ZenTao outcomes.

All prime information strings within networks practice syntax flow
as rhetorically YangPositive AND YinYin double-negative
temporally and neurally aptic,
mutually inductive dipolar bicameral function,
with hope for less noise as dissonance
and pathological absence of primal Left-Right communication.

All love practices communication
enculturing healthy faith in wealth of active regeneration,
EgoLeft as EcoEarth’s Right
to live Tao balance proportions of RNA/DNA symmetry,
Tipping MidWay Points of poli-ecological solidarity,
gleaming sunlight’s reflection through Earth’s transparent skin
toward (0)-soul Alpha through Omega Primal Points
ecoconscious bicameral lights
displaying Ego’s big stage for song and dance
rhetorical campaign events,
each interdependent aria
comprising EarthTribe’s Opera.

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The Hills Are Alive

I grew up gay
and singing in musicals.
At the time, these two seemed coincidental,
diassociated,
although in retrospect….

Some dancing too
but with no training in that area,
more about singing.

I grew up with
The Hills are Alive with the Sound of Music.

Then I stopped growing up,
and went about the sometimes cooperative business
of Mastering
Community Economic Development
Public Administration
Divinity (which Bucky would call Synergy)
and certifications
Permaculture Design,
for HIV medications,
and high blood pressure,
and bad cholesterol outweighing the good.
Then I began growing out,
and shorter,
singing The Earth is Alive
in all Six Senses of Musical Opera.

Now I’m growing more deeply
into long term polycultural ecotherapeutic outcome planning,
cooperative financial and health-investment,
for both interior and exterior landscapes,
polypathing co-elationally
to bicameral rhythmic heart beat and air flow,
dancing a PolyCultural Opera
as cooperatively possible
through PostMillennial ReGenesis
WinWin eco-political coop networks.

They are everywhere
once you learn to see through time’s health investment balance,
fractal-octave polycultural prime function,
e-squared = c-squared bicameral eyes, and trees,
ears, and Earth Tribe sounds of echoing hill music,
and autonomic bilateral diastolic precessive flow
with diastatic and post-recessive health regenerate hearts,
and autonomic dipolar diastatic yang
through fully purged yin nutrient breath-flow function,
like a tornado of wind
in slow, sustained, self-regenerating inclusive pace
of gratitude for less bad attitude.

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Sappy Greens Sing Bloody Blues

Nature unwraps in color
as culture’s evolution decomposes
interior dualdark black
as metaphysically trans-parent white light,
grayscale DNA/RNA high performance syntax,
full-octave seasoned
nutritionally reasoned,
regenerating time’s issues and opportunities
to remember our RNA cousins
also speak in full eco-resonant
WinWin evolving octaves,
harmonic rhapsodies
and deep ecology blues
greet reds
to spin more ultra-violet dipolar confluence
of EarthTribe health.

Sappy greens sing and dance bloody blue
rich veins fertilizing permaculture’s
regenerative informing strings of history
and science
and myths
told in iconic languages, numerals,
and seasons,
forms with developmental functions,
two dipolar Yang-out/Yin-in-bifold eco-cultures
coarising Earthtime’s bilateral prime-relationships
of emergent nutritional-soulful octave-balance
and
notnot-regenerate co-balancing/struggling dissonant
blues of distemperate natures.

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Earth Tune

I love our richtimes
moments stolen from starched yesterdays,
we live warm steam scentimes
through future’s dark crimes.

I miss our deep earthtones
our space for free reign
before we missed race rhymes
shouting thin through shared bones.

I know our lovetones
our place for free form
we fly empathic spacetime
where Earth’s reasons have rhymes.

I love your vast humor,
co-passion with fools,
your red flows rich manna
free grow golden schools.

We live our fast rumor
compassion’s love fool.
To love co-paced echo
co-rise life’s kind cruel.

 

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Morning Gospel

I love my solitary matins,
morning excursions and incursions
toward simply divine places,
reading to hear voices from my past
Interior Landscape prophesy
Occupy BeComing BeLoved COMMunity futures.

In this sacred space
we sing full RealTime ReSolutions
eco-therapeutic gospel by day
and dream this good-healthy news’ ReMix by night,
regenerating each dawn’s richly choired
polycultural anthem
climaxing just as SunGod
kisses EarthMother’s rich-soiled face
of graceful embrace for all Her Tribes.

I then love quiet endings
for this global namaste psalm,
when each eremetical ego
enters a private sacred school
deeply co-mentoring lessons,
as Ego proposes what we learned
from last night’s dreamy discern,
and Eco inductively disposes why we taught
contentiously dissonant stragglers
with a gentle karmic decompositional reminder,
We Must Overcome, Together,
preferably in four-harmonic therapy.

I love my not so solitary eco-morning Presence
breathing in Yang positive,
breathing out YinYin double-negatives,
appositional dipolarities,
reverse co-relational analogies,
positive polycultural love
as not not negative angry-fear of monocultural hate,
singing co-passionate diaprax-raves
in regenerative 4/4-timed octaves
smooth as brown-skinned silk.

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