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When Poets Rule the Nest

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose….
A calligrapher writes out his lines
not just for the exquisiteness of the script
but to also convey a meaning.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)

What is the purpose of poetry,
and therefore the meaning of the poet?
Refined prose?
Beautifully flowing style and structure?
Artistic elegance
or the beauty of its truth?

Is poetic purpose the meaning of its language
or the art of linguistic choices?

Of course it must be both,
symbiotically fertilizing and farming each incubating embryo,
functioning and forming, creating and cultivating, regenerate language,
an expression of intuited deduction,
refinement toward exegetically known and felt soul-truth
through eisegetical analogy
ecology
economy of linguistic order, transactions, relationships,
principles of languaged left-brained human nature
dancing prancing functional flow and forms
through right-brained proportional memory encryption
regeneratively intuited octave polycultured memory,
dream-dancing DNA, team-mentoring within each of life’s cells.

What evolves and seeds
plants and pulls
harvests and winnows language,
forms and functions flowing fine flowering frequencies of thought,
understanding and learning?
What comprehends and mentors holistic orthopraxis,
ecotherapy and healing, within and without,
rational and polypathic sanity?

This optimally sustaining
revolutionary bipolar wealth of healthy meaning
for graceful living
and breathing robust prose and language
and healing poetry,
enculturates as metaphysically expressed
through universal laws of language
and cooperative economics of consciousness and mental health,
trans-actively mutual mentoring love,
as words teach us what we think
and thoughts inspire our Way (Tao)
toward optimally inclusive expression.
Meanwhile poetry evolves physically incarnating
through global dancing and singing
in full octave ringing circles
of energy and organic-spiral dynamic mass,
coincident co-arising communion.

Poets conduct dancing lyrics of life through death,
decompositioning regeneration.

Poets prehend self-governance structures
in ways of light more enlightened
than competing partisan pedantry;
which may not be saying much for poets.

Transliterating Laotse on “Rulers”:
Of the best public administrators
The people only have faith,
prehend, that they exist,
or did way back in the day;
The next best they love and praise:
the comprehensively wise polypaths
with CQI regenerative well-being outcomes.
The abusive and tyrannical next they fear;
powerful fools.
And the neglectful next they revile and ridicule;
weak and humorless fools.

When poets do not command the people’s faith,
Some will lose faith in them,
And then they resort to oaths!
But, of the best,
those wisely compassionate cooperative poetic-rulers,
when their outcomes are optimally accomplished,
their full-octaved permacultural design word work done,
The folks all remark,
“We have written and told and danced,
lived and breathed,
colored and cultured it ourselves.”

It is no more or less feasible
to have a mutually subsidiary
and cooperative design and development
sociopathic CEO,
than it is to find a wise and holy
competitive hoarder of wealth and power.

Everything that is created
disguises a hidden purpose.

Creation disguises,
yet implies,
teleology as ecologic.

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Pond Memories

I remember, back before puberty,

and all concomitant complexities,

visiting the pond behind our barn,

to watch the water spiders.

 

I wondered what it would be like to live on thin transparent skin

between two equally visible universes,

one below, and one above.

Below,

life would be somewhat darker

but unlike soil.

I would look down into a flowing water space,

watching other little pond insects and amoebas, and lichen,

and occasional predator fish or water snake,

or frog.

Above,

I could look up to see flying insects,

and grass forests,

rocks above, as below,

but dry, lighter, easier to maneuver,

to stick to,

to remember.

Again, the occasional predator,

like birds and again those pesky frogs

who also tend to live near life’s bicameral surface.

 

Yet, in a way, this surface,

Boundary Universe skin between two universes,

Prime Relationship limned barrier between air and water universes

has its own specific universal traits,

responding to both air and water flow,

sometimes confluently,

sometimes dissonantly.

My own spidery journey along that surface,

looking in and looking up,

is quite different than looking out,

forward,

with confusion as I lose capacity to see down and up

while looking toward my future.

 

So, my water spider grows three eyes.

Only eco-centric eye looks directly toward my future,

interpreting Prime Relationship between my right eye,

looking within the water below,

and inside,

while my left eye,

looking up and out,

seeks to understand

what this huge mammal,

a red headed kid,

is doing with our day.

 

 

 

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