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Hide and Seeking Anthropoids

If true, as anthropologists report
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity’s extended family history,
might hiding-seeking ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults
gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual play as work,
taking turns hiding from god,
trusting divine spirits to continue seeking
my blend-in brand of humanity.

While too tribally divine to attract anthro-specialized notice,
my roommate cat, Simon,
also excels at both hiding and seeking,
terrorizing my unsuspecting shoe laces
as I naively strive to pass him by,
leave him behind,
as if I were in charge of times to hide
and reasons to seek.

Is not all science and life,
adult and childhood,
human natured and other natured,
some hybrid hide and seek
as marvelous stimuli
for curious research response?

Wondrous where and how
our cat-gods of destiny will pounce,
not sure we prefer too soon
over being last to win such grace,
joining conscientific players of adventure evermore,
seeing sight beyond time’s domesticating hidden door.

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Dark Bears : Buzzing RedLight Bees

Honey Bear,
I would like to say goodbye
and would appreciate your reply.

Where are you going?

I am going to sing farewell
before my minute hand wears out.

Already,
yet I hoped you might first learn
to dance hello.

Yes, so I too presumed,
yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight
dancing hello toward Earth’s light
follows learning to sing night’s lullaby
enduring dusks darkening evaporation
of bright transparent regeneration.

I would like to sing farewell
not sure whether we will ever find time
for another healthy hello,
good mourning death’s surprising pass
right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies
of BusinessAsUsual love.

Just once before either of us further dies
and lies within Earth’s sacred skin,
I would like us to learn to sing farewell
to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration,
multicolored disincarnation,
wildflower struggling together dissonance
within Earth’s MultiTribal Solidarity.

With this pearl of our shared memory
how much brighter next time’s dawn.

Better than whole wheat pancakes
with strawberries
and butter
and maple syrup springs
of wildflower birdsong?

Breaking night time’s fast
with love’s echoing farewell lullaby
warming daylight’s first embryonic memory,
spreading farewell liturgies
like warm butter
throughout love’s remembering twilight day.

You would have your farewell pearl
with breakfast too.

I would sing farewell
not knowing we will have another day
to dance our hellos of gratitude
for love syrup warmly given
exchanged
transforming sacred memories
of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within,
dancing and singing tender humored
and raving raven memories
fading back to our first eyes greeting.

You were redhead magnificent
and bright as nuclear light,
yet not sure you had enough to share
with all my dark bear ways.

And you still growl your raw reviews
about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours
and cubs who have never learned to dance
a dignified hello
much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby,
softly fading into some other household’s light
of their own healthy making.

Stars have never sung the same
since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes.

Moon heart glows full color harmonics
to know your quiet delight,
teasing might,
sharing your monopoly of wild investments
in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured kinda’ light.
Too seldom has sailed
our full octave light and dualdark racing pilgrimage
through transgenerational childhood brights and fights,
embracing dawns,
effacing darks together.

Honey Bee,
I love to sing farewell struggling harmony
while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell,
folding to unfold eco-memory flying
YangBear/YinBee soul-honeydancing,
Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.

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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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April Loves

She worships her western horizon
toward the river, sparkling, hinting of lightning pasts and futures.

Leonardo is wrong.
This seems unlikely, perhaps judgmental,
harsh,
even so, his God clearly reconstructed in his well-owned glorious image,
universal God of Creative Architecture.

But, for her, as she watches bruised red wilt into painfully pale lavender,
over black night’s forest line,
cerebrally alone,
sacredly uniting
nature speaks through Gaia’s full-timed EcoLogos Voice,
sometimes in pastel skies and meadows,
sometimes in relentlessly vibrant green,
sometimes Full Moon, New Moon,…
Rain, Wind, sometimes sublime both on her tin roof, whistling through worn-out window frames.

If God were made in her image,
creation would speak in reasoned fertile seasons of shadow dark, and lightning bright,
synapses of climax, echoing down river valleys
rolling out grand majesty of EcoLogos,
perfect rhythms,
rain beating Earth’s thunderous future.

It would have been more revolutionary
and probably therapeutic,
most certainly lovelier, had Leonardo portrayed God as Earth’s logos voice
swirling light as surf,
tidal river waters gleaming wide at dusk,
narrower in dawn’s first light,
a ribbon flowing light emerging to west
reflecting waters greeting eastern sky enlightenment,
Gaia’s morning river logos
translating Sun’s architectural might.

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Politics of Healthy EcoSystems

Wealthy thrivers of politically competitive strategies
become calcifying outcome patterns
building up around the bicameral heart
of our healthy ebb and flow financial system.

Investment of time and money,
nutrition flowing in established monoculturing directions
tends to stick there,
accumulating ever more fatty tissue,
monopolistic issues
of political-economic heart failure
ensues hardening of political life’s ecosystemic arteries.

More cooperative polycultural WinWin balance
sustains
where a monoculture with hardening arteries will fail
to optimally thrive,
while sucking in environmental resources
until healthy families and communities and species over-consume
and wilt and fail
faster than their nutritional systemic replacement rate.

What do starving and thirsty biosystems need from you
with you
of you
through you
to share with you
every nutritional grace we could cooperatively contain?

My answer does not end
with another monocultural Trump card,
or even anthro-centric
industrial
mechanical
ballistic
military competition.

Hearts over-flowing with violent power-investment intent
will only further harden current anthro-monopolistic death-trends
toward cardiac arrest.

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RePurposing Time’s Investments

Karma, grace, incarnation,
evolution, progress, enculturation,
pick whichever label fits for you,
are like composting souls and soils,
regenerating dispossessed stuff
within myself, society, Earth.

With compost we extract what we cooperatively invest,
both nature with my nurture,
through Ego’s intent
and Earth’s Logical polycultural nutrient-praxis.

Soil and humane nature’s egosoul enrichment
as bicultural co-redemption
compost two layers
of one ecotherapeutic process;

Browns and Greys are decomposing Yin function
and Greens are resonant resolving Yang form.
Just-right balance cooperative water,
avoid dehydration and toxins,
and gently stir BiLateral Time
daily CoPresent
Diastolic
Endo/EctoSymbiotic
Earth-(0)-Soul TransFormation.

I’ve become inordinately attached
to cooperative health-trends
of my Ego
as one of my less-well-performing compost piles.

Even so, we keep stirring.

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Suicidal Notes

Do you sometimes wonder about your self identity
seen through your lens for suicidal risk as opportunity?

It interests me that this lens
evolves as we age.

In later adolescence,
we often look in the face of transition
from good nutritional outcomes on a small stage
about to enter more competitively sharkish waters
within a significantly larger landscape.

Or so I focused my lens in my younger lack-time of wonder.
Not sure why or how these same transitions did not also apply
to nearly all those nonsuicidal 18-24 year olds,
enjoying a more Positive Psychology.

But now, in later adulthood,
I more often look in the face of a potential suicide
as one with at best mediocre outcomes
on a too-small stage,
often familial, or lack thereof,
about to enter no stage at all,
thinking maybe why postpone this mortal inevitability
of decay.

From younger suicides,
“What would be the point of continuing
this WinLose Game,
when we all feel RealTime drill,
you never clearly win
until you stop losing,
and you never stop losing,
until you stop playing.
Clearly I am about to lose
what I don’t feel all that great about
ever having won
at others’ expense.”

From older suicides,
“What was the point
of taking so long
to end this rigged Lose to Lose
death-embracing game
called life?”

It feels like these despair and suffering questions
co-arise within exponentially more of us,
asking echoing silos
as our encultured Earth moves
into a new revolutionary millennium.

Given the now nearly inevitable demise
of our polyculturally and climatically climaxing
exterior and interior lenses
of healthy hope v. toxic pathological
and monocultural decline
of ecological
and economic
and political balance,
how do we know
we are more than an overpopulating parasitic blight
riding Earth’s mortuary-in-waiting
where Elders remind was once
a healthy regenerative place
to continue living?

Yet it is so important to notice
not only all despairing souls
jumping off roofs
but also healthfully repairing souls
building polyculturally positive-deviant landscapes
of organic and synergetic opportunity,
cooperative networks of resonant resolve
sounding Time’s dipolar appositional
issues of despair as opportunities to repair,
still seeking reasonable,
yet deviant,
hope for shared regenerational vocations,
with WinWin reiterating integrity.

No ego is autonomously responsible
for feelings or thoughts,
ideation or even beliefs.
So it is no one’s right to judge feelings,
our own feelings,
the feelings-beliefs-ideas of others
as unacceptable or somehow cosmically dysfunctional,
condemning or worthy of global applause
is to take all that we have been given
far too personally,
too unrealistically removed from comparative
and nuancing context
to discern how we might choose to carry on.

It is our responsibility,
personally, and as a species,
to notice trends of suffering and despair,
compared to trends of multisystemic diversity,
polycultural density of nutritional choices,
ranges of harmonic freedom and healthy cultural balance,
as they appear to reflect
and not reflect
our shared experience to date.

Not to judge and condemn failures and despair,
but to praise our most regenerative successes
and love for equitably accessible hope
to include all Earth’s cooperative economy
among our emerging synergetic Tribe
of curious interests.

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Natural States of Being

Who were you today,
at your best moments?

Grouchy hermit
already missing quality dream times
and rhythms
when chimes greet pre-light’s crust frosty dawn,
to get Yang, then Yin, up and out of our sangha,
ready to enter their own daytime sanghas,
tired of such anciently perennial retired,
repeat,
reiterate,
Monday through Friday.

Notice
red coal scaly patterns
in blackened ash logs,
burning to fluffy carbon chalk,
nutrient potential for some soils,
although not mine,
perhaps my neighbor’s?

Joy
for a bright, although admittedly too intermittent, sun,
sliding in and out of hiding.

A smile,
where one would otherwise have been sadly absent.

Cold
feeling Arctic on my ears and neck
and nose
and through my nose out toward my aching bone marrow,
yet near my well-heated
and brightly lit
destination.

Ellen Fisher on NPR saying
“No one gets out of love alive.”
with so much enthusiasm and passion
for regenerative feelings and empathic maturing capacity
to manage anger’s ego-offense
with a strong remembering love’s co-opportunity defense
against high risk anthrocentric,
ego-bratty behavior.

Gratitude
for Yin political and economic cooperative opportunities
seeking harmonic balance.

Terror
of untimely rest as grace,
of older-wiser intent
without time to hear Earth’s glamorous response,
to newfound mutually speaking parts
and songs of dancing glances.

Gently eagerly lifting
blue tarp skirt
of my elegantly stacked woodpile,
seducing me with more fuel
for erotic clandestine fires.

Feeling Yang feeding on my third eye spot,
sucking in any embodied nutrients she might hope to find
within such grandfatherly care,
laughing together
at just how silly we appear
even to ourselves,
together.

Still,
yet contenting with this narrow midway
modestly chasing Gods of True Love reborn
long-married to Gods and Godesses of Angry Past Deductions
meet Fear of Future’s Inductive
dualdark function,
confluent dialectical ego-demise
sinking into moonfilled eco-hibernation.

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Straining ToGather

Our cognitive and emotional struggles against dissonance of all varieties,
and struggles for more love and consciousness and health
work better as decompositions laid out between Ego and Eco,
as cooperative nondual co-arising partners,
Left and Right MindBody
of one Tao (0)-Centric Soul identity
with interior landscape of primally inter-relational diastatic dipolarity,
a sensory-rich neural DNA/RNA encrypted-implied replication

and by “implied”, perhaps with David Bohm and Bucky Fuller,
precessively stretching toward WinWin reiterative balance

living in and as an embryonic ecosystem
with universal open-set group-4D,
reverse-hierarchical Win choice-making
toward most fully abundant resonant resolutions.

EgoLeft, new AnthroKid within Earth’s Elder RNA Tribes,
was never intended to dominate struggle between EgoSelf
and SuperegoGod,
much less a competitive struggle to collaterally reiterate
cooperative polycultural outcomes
mutually reinvested
within all Earth’s RNA/DNA ReGenerate Scripture Stories,

RNA’s natural evolutionary hope to predict light v dark,
warm v cold,
as ++WinWin v (-,-)LoseLose
fractal-dialectic dipolar electromagnetic balance
to optimize multiregenerational folds,
unfolds,
refolds,
and more revolutionary trending
pre-empathic PreFold PolyPathic Primal Relationship
ecometrics of 4D Information Systemic Time
speciating as spaciating, flowing functions
branching and rooting
in ++/(-,-) Trees of regenerative information,
past identity AND memory future imaginative-empathic strings,
back and forward,
time’s bilateral eco-selfconscious intention as dialectical information,
and NOW eco-therapeutic diapraxis.

This is our shared bicameral cooperative,
our Bodisattva Warrior Occupation,
our Earth’s RNA/DNA Common Rights
to revolution-balanced as reiterative-balancing
EgoLeft/EcoRight CoPresence,
redundantly Self/Other empathic co-conscious,
balancing polypathic +,+,
deductive AND implied-inductive co-function,
with yin-squared (-,-)
as WinWin 0-soul group theory
concerning ecosystems and their dynamic 4D equivalency
within time’s bilateral and bicamerally incarnated
neural-temporal articulation
AND
Time’s binomial dipolar 0-centric
double-bindary () equivalency
of Qbit double-fractal octaves harmonizing closed-set octaves
ionic and iconically reminiscent of RNA’s interior landscape
as also dialectic-function-fractal and dipolar-equivating
self-optimizing toward Continuous Quality Improvement
Health and Safety ReGenerative
CoOperative DoublyDense,
yet TransParent,
Original Intent.

Warriors for, with, as, by
time’s bilaterally regenerating health and safety
RNA-syntaxed EarthDesigner’s CoAgenda,
which, for me,
speaks in dialects of PostMillennial Tao-TimeZeroism.

Our shared Warrior and Occupier struggle,
as individuals,
as DNA Tribal Sacred Holons,
as parents with positive and negative intentions
and co-mentoring practices internal as externally intended,
as economists with health and pathologically competitive intentions
and co-mentoring acquisitional transactions and habits,
commodification addictions,
cooperatively healthy eco-emergence
yet fear of future internal and external mindbody market failures,
anger about past internal and external losses,
but also love for nutritional full-sensory
deductive/inductive nondual co-arising health
as Self+Other+Earth co-optimizing WinWinWin wealth.

Economic CoOccupier leaders lead toward cooperative,
mutual-subsidiarity as WinWin GoldenRule equity
0-interest sum-total balance of play options
within one ecosystemic life’s abundant and beloved
and perennially climaxing every summer
full-octave revolving repurposing
regenerative love-life value.

CoOperative Political Warriors begin to see
how one thought leads toward another,
both-and another paradigm,
and another polycultural evolutionary health-paradigm,
and a polypathic eco-normic bicameral full-fractal WinWin
4D bionic networking 0-soul naturally webbing paradigm
within Time’s self-reflective
co-informing
wise and healthy
permacultural eco-intelligent CoPresent.

We could not find each other
without this globally permacultural language
accessible to all,
and reasonably assured of discerning
which choices tend more positive-therapeutic MidWay,
as those which are also double-negative co-pathological
decomposing trend-lines pointing up
toward revolutionary refolding of status quo suboptimization frames
within Time’s historic languaged culture.

There can be no true and honest and logical,
rational dichotomy between individual
and Anthrocentric
and Earth’s ecotherapeutic rights
to abundantly celebrate equivalent freedom
to cooperative regenerative multicultural health,
with freedom from DNA-languaged past anger
about wealthy-ego-loss mindbody
as freedom from future-fear
about wealthy-ego-loss design
of this mindbody’s 0-centric CoPresent
timeless immortality.

Each and every bicameral ego-holonic life begins
with 0-soul intention toward political and economic cooperative diapraxis
through communication
developing communal intention through ++/(-,-) syntax default,
and it is with this same sacred-holonic CoPresence,
paradise-attentive balance
that we re-enter our eco-conscious diastasis
TransParent network
regenerating square-rooting fractals
implying timeless CoPresence,
when not decomposing more like a Beehive Nest,
drowsy with all that luscious warm honey,
hibernating through winter’s dreamy rest
toward timeless co-elational unbirth.

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