My grandparents’ grandparents,
all sixteen,
digging roots through cultural meristems,
young adults,
adolescents during Time’s 1880’s,
post Civil War birth of Sir James Crow monoculture.

What would we name this self-hatred,
this lack of compassion and gratitude
for human nature’s lavish wealth of sun-screening diversity?

Time’s internal war,
opening history’s gate
to tell new stories
of learning primal Vitamin D respect for diversity,
basic positive attendance
for mutual powers of multicultural absorption,
passionate open minds and screening open systems
racing toward freedom from fears
of cultural Transcendancing
and languaged difference of form.

Time’s evolutioning, incarnating freedom
fought fear that only light skinned Europeans
were fully human natured.
Freedom loved growing toward our global multiracialism,
polycultural jazzy-jizzy abundance.

Pushing rocks,
or even through them,
skirting obstacles,
scouting tendrils,
entirely unaware that each was part of RNA’s fractal frequencies,
reaching toward deep polypathic ecology,
mineral springing waters,
interpenetrating Earth’s negentropic neural network
of double-nail guided tips,
shepherding diastolic capillaries
rooting down and in,
conjoining Earth’s heart
of revolutionary bicameral rhythm,
thump-thump…thump-thump—thump-thump…

My grandparents,
all four introducing Time’s 1920’s,
an organic Zone of Elongation
engorging newly opened borders
spilling into speak-easy Enlightenment,
improvised jazzy scat-to-scat
each life matters torch songs
reconnecting global roots toward Europe
and Asia
and Africa
Central and South America,
mysteries of Middle Eastern religious and tribal temporal diversity
still-pouring through Tao’s DNA
soaking up like Yang over-egoed hydraulic jacks
pumping mystically oily romance
swimming in melting pots of sub-cultural chauvinism,
anthro-centrism’s self-absorption of cancerous Time’s wealth deposits,
adolescent freedom faith in self-isolating cultures,
silos,
monochromatic economies,
yet retaining absolutely hypocritical faith in freedom,
a resolutely national pride growing competitive language and lexicon,
semantics and sin-tax,
chauvinist economies of wealth’s drowning inflation
of natural Tao’s non-contentious systemic scale
and tipping points toward this Transmillennial Generation,
unable to die where we were planted.

This generation,
Time’s long hairs of the 1960s
sprouting out a New Cooperative Age vision,
a collective vocational pilgrimage
through Time’s excruciatingly delightful,
sometimes lonely,
embrace,
from Vietnam through 40 years of wandering
in an emergently ecologic desert
of cultural despair atoning losses
as a Free Love Generation,
with a too-high price for self-hatred and hypocrisy.

Peace and free love,
our call to rebellious alarms,
soaking up dissonant wild wisdom,
spinning and spreading across and toward this 0-sum
eco-centric cooperative economic theory
of abundant Wealth Without Walls Information Networks
exchanging skills and stories
of a newly polyculturing red dawn of ReGenesis.

Long hair magnets attract permacultured shamans
apprehending Information’s binomially balanced string theory
of multisystemic everything,
a (0) smooth-structured soul food
sustaining absorbent cultural adventures
and advents of long slow-growth waiting,
a liminally prescient taproot
through Time’s Trans-Millennial ReGeneration.

Equitable peace with inclusive justice,
active love as dynamic synergy
of Earth’s double-elliptical regenerators,
compassion and right-left balanced mindfulness,
permacultural orthopraxis,
transpecies expressed, impressed;
not oppressed, suppressed,
predicated within our grandparent’s
Beloved Community balancing harmonic regeneration.