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Peak Experiences

NonViolently listening
contentedly
conveniently
is not too much

Communing
courageously win/win
curiously co-invested
in contagiously copassionate
communication events

Writing
and discussing
reflecting
and sharing
conversing
and dancing
while singing
and nonverbally musing
moving outside
as inside
Golden Rules
of and for revolutionary
peace actions
cooperative intentions

And reactions
while deep listening
win/win contentedly
mindfully speaking
remembering
reconnecting
healing
singing
musing
conveniently Self not Othering
optimizes health Nature’s eco-
political care giving

Is also care receiving
wealthy panentheistic
Holonic Soul

Inside and
outside
co-passioning serotonin
dopamining
self-perpetuating
MeWe climax

Where copassionate listening
blooms MeWe contentment
fading doubts
while conveniently entertaining
when both fully experienced
and reflectively engaged
in bilateral exterior/interior
objective/subjective
natural/spiritual
body/mind care

Of ecosystemic nutrients
nurturing ego centers
root chakra informed
core balanced resonance

Peacefully reaching
for self-extending
perpetually resilient
co-relational climax

Win/Win eco-self
not Othering
dialectically integral
optimization

Spiraling
revolving
bicameral
bilateral
binomial
double-binding
co-empathic awareness

Peeking out
while Peaking in
creasingly extended
app
earances

NonLanguaged communion
NonScarcely commodified
NonViolently impassioned
self-NotOthering
communications
MeHere/WeNow
bicamerally re-educating

Peak Experiences
nonviolently deep listening
contentedly
conveniently sure
of future’s nondualistic
health is wealth systemic
passionate generosity.

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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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