There once was a kid who was green
the greenest green frog far cousins had seen,
yet to others his green behaved like a prince
but which creatures saw which did not matter since
this frog prince thought one without other obscene.
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We each sacrifice chronic lives and critical moments,
engaged against those we must become engaged with,
like moths enlightened by burning bushes
rooted in hypnotic holy compost,
watered by fears and laughing tears,
inviting redemption’s mutual sacrifice of ego
to balance eco-lateral economic life.
Earth’s teleological and radically inclusive vocation.
Take off our shoes!
Shields of harsh and hard immunity,
blocking intuitive holonic light-eternal
icons of time’s spreading revolution.
Free ourselves from bondage
to competitive economics,
unbalanced irrational rush-away ego-competitions.
Slow down this inhumane racism
to catch up with ourselves,
with where we all came from,
with how we all optimally
and ultimately share global polyculturing
smooth-souled orthopraxis,
redeeming our future investments
inherited from diverse Elder progenitors’
eyes and hearts and lungs,
inhaling this slower kinder cooperative economy,
mindful,
compassionately interdependent networking
trees of well-shaded life.
Sankofa!
Go back through spacetime to retrieve
nourishing power-cultural riches
through shaman’s natural systemic lens
of wise peace and cooperative justice,
love and faith,
hope through positive being,
becoming fully incarnate,
fully alive,
Eden’s Climax Community,
unfolding within each coincidental moment,
each economic subsidiary life,
each evolving Earth element,
each resonantly reverberating eco-logic paradigm.
Owl wisely reverses her binomial receptors,
reminding
rewinding nature’s spirited tao systems
of fine-feathered diametric regeneration.
Polycultural and permacultural,
space and time growth of human communication,
information systems,
common understanding,
Commons economics,
and ultimate integrity of all human concern
and evolution’s informed coordination,
coincidental endosymbiotic cooperation,
karmic incarnation,
of love’s redemptive initiatives–
these harvest active peace.
Anger dissipates without an enemy to target
through acts of kindness.
Fear fades coincidentally
as strong-tempered love fulfills its trembling place,
transformed polymorphic place,
Edenic life ionically balancing,
finding humor in ego’s hateful quaking
monoculturing systemic dissipation.
All Yang,
no Yin,
original sin,
not Original Intent
of polyculturally balanced
Prime Principle of Universal EcoLogic.
Indeed,
P must reverse-valent NP,
as Yang reverses Yin,
as Tao’s enculturing skin economically responds
to namaste invitations from sunlight’s Vitamin D.
Photosynthesis enlightens binomial polycultures
and regenetic string theory.
Anger and fear burn monopolistically synaptic,
like sunlight on unprotected skin,
when and where
perma- and poly-
P does not
unfortunately
equal NP.
Baptism is to water and air systems
as photosynthesis is to light and soil rooting systems
as yang is to binomial implicating yin,
thusly thereforeversomuchly,
(and exhaustedly)
P DOES = NP!!!
so let’s move on with this Green Revolution
of active peace.
I need a nappy.
He swaddles me in soft-worn flannels
to comfort my hard-won heart.
He waters me
washed bare smooth souled
with tears of suffering
and joy.
He caves my soundless nights
with dreams from other times
and regenerating live imagined memory
as coincident
and blind intuition’s balancing
tipping ecojustice peace
flowing like soft-warn flannel across my bare swimming heart.
He frees my soul to soar,
soil dust sweeping dance
singing songs ringing resonant silence
inviting reverberation’s acute response,
our synergy
in Gaia’s karmic key of harmony.
He informs my incarnate nature’s function
to live primal gratitude
within our mutual gift identity
and transactions of perma-enculturing design,
in soft-worn flannels.
Soil is to soul
as nature is to spirit
as nature’s systemic evolution is to religious education
as polycultural incarnation is to permacultural comprehension
as yang is to yin.
Souls manifest bodies
as bodies incarnate souls.
Spirituality incarnates human reflective nature
as religion graces human redemptive natural systemic comprehension.
Ecologos manifests eco-nomial Prime Relationship
as economics incarnates ecologic,
as incarnation karmas grace,
as Yang fills Yin’s genesis potential.
It was there
right there
on woodland’s playground
when I first knew
something stirs very wrong.
I was blind to balls
hurled at me,
being It is not why I grow my mind and body,
or is it?
I am “It!”
or at least half It.
It and I play best alone.
He slows down
to notice ocean surf
waving back and forth
an ocean sighing Hi, then low,
creeping in and sucking out.
It both hugs and climbs trees
to the very top
on windy ways
to wave back.
Why is It so shy?
Or, am I hiding her-him,
I’m not sure,
some of both
but too androgynous Him
fears no one else notices
surf rolls in and reverses out.
It knows bi-natured law
prehensile full-bodied grasp
of organic life’s humorous ambiguity
creative ambivalence
righteous equivalent functions and flows
of yang with yin within,
as without,
below,
as above,
before,
as to come,
long,
as to belong now,
together.
It’s so hard to not love
not share
bare
expose cooperatively unbalancing It.
S/he is soo… much fun!
laughs with everyone
generous enough to return this fine favor.
It’s polypathic polyculturing
binomial binary buddha brain
saturates flowering rain
dissects words to heal disharmonic logos
through permacultured alchemy linguistics,
a language It fears to ultimately find
merely eisegetical,
It chooses Red Rover
over soccer,
plays teacher with girls
over driving trucks and trains,
thinks compulsively about this problem of evil
while watching Leave it to Beaver,
where Father Knows Best,
over pitching stones and driving tractor.
It feels older and wiser than Him
but they are born twins
or so it seems
but It mysteriously explores incarnating cycles,
watching double-funneling raincloud whirlwinds
wind wending Elder ways
etching whorlwaters in our sea of shared identity,
or is whipping wind following whirling water,
but certainly both?
It abhors stability,
but adores regenerating solidarity.
It mentors ecotherapy with trees and me,
shows me boundary issues and branch
functions and frequencies
between August’s Yangish fire
and winter’s quenching white snow and ice,
between autumn’s wind falling regenetic harvest
and spring’s diastolic succulent soil
decomposing nutrients
growing new perennial rings in this life’s tree,
new leaves of grass-fed hope
new polyculture basic, simple-rich compost
new incarnating multisystemic
ecotherapeutic grace,
responsive
resolving
resonant within evil’s missing
non-polynomial dislogical pace,
new flowers and fruit
for Eden’s farm.
Did I just call It a fruit
out loud?
Shit happens inside our playground,
while planning more polyculturally redemptive lives.
Yang’s guerrilla tactics
camouflage Yin’s indigenous strategic order.
Messianic Yang fascinations
uncover Yin”s mutual mentoring subsidiarity,
savific yeast transducing light’s form
into heated wriggling function,
fertilizing her benign messianic host.
Positive forceful Yang form
double bound and diastolic flow
held within reflecting Yin’s not(not) fold,
wu wei unformed pregnant function
waiting form’s wombing space
to greet time’s implicating moment,
an open summer rose
closing evening’s shade,
bud born again,
explicitly waiting next dawn’s radiant light,
a new guerrilla wave of tribal buzziness.
Indigenous system-deviant tactics
morph as guerrilla strategies,
sly camouflage,
dissonating those who prefer remaining normal
in face of wilder nature’s naked purpose,
seducing mutual nativity,
regenerate solidarity,
indigenous integrity of grace-filled meaning.
Does nature have the right to fly?
Apparently so.
We certainly do perceive flight function
within aviary ethereal nature,
air-travelers.
Does human nature have the right to fly?
Apparently not.
Perceiving flight as functional,
organically possible
and probably fun,
however compelling to my imagination
my ego-centric memory recalls flight
only in my dreams,
where eco-logic and ego-centrism
seek my synchronicity.
What rights and wrongs,
rights and lefts,
goods and evils,
could nature have,
apart from humane nature?
Are nature’s rights confined by natural laws,
like winter must not follow spring,
nor morning follow noon?
Yet winter does follow spring,
with summer and fall between.
Next dawn’s morning follows this noon,
with afternoon, evening,
and starlit dreamy memories of flight between.
Nature’s temporal laws
are rights with spatial faces,
Earth’s rights our laws
of permacultured regeneration,
and dissonant entropy,
a Tao of binomial temporal balance
in which after always follows before
and beauty emerges from
uglier times, frequencies, dysfunctions,
noise, chaos, suffering.
Yang and Yin
sing out and in,
convex-concave,
positive radiant light and night’s ergetic gravity,
balanced Left and Right economic functions
with competition square rooted in mutual gratitude’s roots
for win-win creative cooperation,
self-perpetuating moments of eternal sanity,
as ego-normics give way to eco-logic,
and spring warms winter’s dissonance
as winter’s hibernation regenerates fall’s winnowed harvest.
Eco-normic rights and wrongs uncover,
nakedly displayed for all to see
in ecological balance,
our polycultured paradise,
where night flight soars
and daydreams roar
our mutual delight.
It seems easier to be heard accurately
when choosing to sing with others
while helping us float downstream
toward shared values;
than struggle to successfuly shout at others
about why they need to improve their swimming practice and intent
toward my own hegemonic values.
Mentoring eco-centric souls
with compassionately mindful egocentrist comprehension
of regeneratively formed systemic history,
and evolution,
and enculturation,
and learning,
and faith,
and trees,
OK, any informating system,
like gardens and forests
and days and nights together,
and Left and Right hemispheric processors,
and years, and species,
and evolutionary paradigms about everything,
especially the eco-logic of economics.
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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