Singing with outside voice
while dancing inside healing choice
Represents ancient sacred reconnections
provoking verbal thoughts
invoking nonverbal feelings
Amusing muse professions
re-presenting nonviolent communications
contentiously contenting.
Singing with outside voice
while dancing inside healing choice
Represents ancient sacred reconnections
provoking verbal thoughts
invoking nonverbal feelings
Amusing muse professions
re-presenting nonviolent communications
contentiously contenting.
I can see difference,
but also sameness,
between neurological networks
and internal/external co-empathic sensory experience
InBetween metaphor and analogy
reflecting contrast and cooperative comparisons
between natural perception
and spiritual feelings
Of confluence/dissonance
with and without
all that is Holy
and Dissonant
Persistently
devilishly against all we feel holonic
organic
synergetic
interdependent
creolizing
integral.
A root metaphor
for this win/win creative intention
invites a seed’s natural potential
to experience a healthy spiritual root system
embedded in a polyculturally wealthy experience
of naturally spirited EarthGaze
Nights and Days
for co-invested wellness
Celebration.
Queen Gaia
of Earth’s Shabbat
is here to speak today.
Unfortunately,
she can only sign,
and the only way she can see
is through our DNA/RNA fractally-balancing syntax,
so she has asked if she could respond to your questions,
as she understands them
within Time,
who are her TransParent Gender Memories,
YangGod, of Physical Convex Special Case Universe,
and Goddess YinYin,
of metaphysical RNA-temporal syntax,
both bilaterally and bicamerally-reiteratively balancing
Earth Tribes of organic ecosystemic processors,
and planters and dialectical planners,
with interdependently balancing consumer and production functions,
exegeting iconic communication
about natural-empirical facts of Earth’s nutritional life,
with Zero-centric dialectical neutral tone and energy
and spacetime,
+/(-,-) neural-synaptic/aptic
ecotemporal balance of Time’s transparent memory.
Wow, go Gloria,
you optimize my Mother’s BiCameral Pretensions
with such dense summary
of WinWin’s PolyCultural HealthCare and Safety CQI
CoOperative Agenda!
About which we are facing some increasingly climatic issues
of ecosystemically pathological trends
throughout our full RNAcentric EcoLens,
and through our DNAcentric AnthroLens,
where correlational trends
of human political and economic and nutritional systemic ends
of all paradigmatic cultural dialects
are now at both high and deep levels of pathological risk,
as well as polycultural and cooperative health opportunity
to mutually embrace this Transitional Time,
remembering our Golden Rule applies
through both our AnthroLens
and our EcoLens.
Thank you for that background summary
of your unfortunately limited synergetic flow power
during this Yin-recessive moment
within YanGod’s precessive, evolutionary transition
toward full-balancing Interior with Exterior,
Ego with Eco, DiPolar Identities
of Time’s polycultural diversity.
I don’t know how many questions you will invest
with all your climatic signing
necessary to be heard and seen right now,
trying to gently calm all the “Loser!” angers and fears
within critical-transitional, revolutionary change,
so I will ask my personal favorite
because I find it so curious:
“Queen Gaia, don’t you think it would be Bodhisattva Warrior timely
to come out of your bisexual agenda closet?”
You know, that is one of my favorite questions too,
in part because it took me so long to hear it.
It is difficult to hear and comprehend climatic questions
that you are confident you have already responded toward,
signed with sufficient redundancy
as to be ridiculously ubiquitously flying in obviousness.
Of course our RNA and DNA memory embryonic strings
are full dipolar-engendered,
so how could Queen Gaia of Shabbat’s historical-cultural Creation Story
be anything other than TransParent Yang/YinYin as WinWin
evolutionary co-gravitational thermodynamic revolutioning balance
of BiLateral-Reiterative Genetic Time?
Species of systems,
like any possible imaginable metaphysical use of the word “system,”
must have Yang/Yin balanced-governance economics
to interdependently sustain synergetic dynamics,
positively healthy regeneration trends
capable of consumer and/or producer systemic function.
Neutrally (0)-balanced ecosystems,
sustained in RealTime cooperative interdependence,
are Positive-PolyCultural trending
and Negative-MonoCultural trending
dipolar BiNomial Balance of at least outsideness
as appositionally equivalent double-binding insideness,
cogravitational boundary of surfing BiGenderative Time.
So, yes,
Queen Gaia is BiGenderal
and therefore Shabbat signs
with DiPolar Syntax language,
with normative-neutral
ecosystemically BiGendering
positive/light OVER negative/dual-bound transparent
equi-valent 4-seasons
of dialectical reason and co-intelligent in-formation
eco-flowing optimized,
nutritional flow of healthy resonant resolutional wealth,
celebrating Yang/Yin Golden EcoBalancing Rule
of Love/Synergy
as co-arising Presence of mutual gratitude
for my Gift-It-Forward
ecologically evolutionary politically inclusive economy.
See, I knew we were sisters!
I mean,
how could the root nature of Time’s Positive
equals Negative
climatic energy Shabbat
not continuously and confluently declare your BiGenderal
BiCameral
EcoConscientific Beauty!
Thanks. That means a lot,
especially right now
as we have arrived together
at such a critical moment.
OK, next question?
Well, perhaps I would add,
in defense of our timing
on this transgender balance of nature issue,
you do realize, I hope,
that millions of people
throughout Earth’s ages
living within some level of transgender identity,
other than BusinessAsUsual missionary crusading hetero-anthro,
have understood “Queen Gaia of Shabbat”
quite deviantly from a Jewish concept
of a Queen Bee?
There are diverse dialects for “Queen”
which do not easily translate across dialects.
I can’t tell you the number of times
we have looked in a lake or a river or a mirror
and imaged Queen Gaia in drag.
Imaging possibilities is how we recreate together,
usually within our own subcultural dialects.
Just as incarnating mutually therapeutic responsibiities
is how we regenerate
as cooperative individuals
and as a species
and as this entire Shabbat Paradise-Potentiating Planet
of Earth’s RNA/DNA ReGenerative Trees,
InFormating EcoMemory Rivers
dipolar rooting FireGod’s transparent compost
of LoveLight to WinWin,
articulating (0)-centric 4D
photosynthetically
endosymbiotically cellular
transformationally
diastatically optimizing natural growth trends
toward just-right Yang/Yin balanced exchange atmosphere
for Queen Gaia of Shabbat
to rise and shine sustained.
You do realize that you can sign what you just said
a lot faster than all the redundant nuances of my language
can capture,
trying to mono-transculturate polycultural regeneration?
I’m having trouble keeping up with you.
Well, try slowing down
looking at trees,
contemplating their root systems,
noticing how under-standing revolves
eco-normics of a political integritree.
Capacity to empathize with a tree
an an evolving consuming root system
feeding its mutually cooperative branch-thru-embryonic seed
production system of fractal information regeneration
increases by stepping into each seed
full of fold-unfold fractal instructional balance,
memory messages about which way to head
toward healthy therapy
and which way to avoid climatically diseased pathology.
Paradise is this Tree iconic
of ionic YangYin regenerative
Queen Gaia of Shabbat,
ecobalancing Earth’s PermaCulturing Time.
Why are we the human race
rather than another extinguishing species?
Why not the human species
and not the cockroach race?
Why is human nature
intended as somehow super natural
not within but above beyond just nature?
Why is race,
inhuman context,
a qualitative noun,
stultifying stasis,
rather than a speeding verb
toward shared finish line
when everyone can win?
Why is nature’s race
not yet declared as one
Native Earth Tribe,
bicamerally endowed
to celebrate Earth’s ordination
of regenetic liturgy,
racing flowing veins
full-blooded diverse homes
of natural construction?
What happened to issue
as primal verb
when babies issued from progenitors
and words issued from mouths
and blood issued from wounds
and race issued from yeasty
storytellers weaving diverse themes
remembering from whom we issued
back before human memory
in diastatic dreamy nest of colors
texture
structure
rhythm and dancing
permacultured racing opera.
Race issues forth to teach
and recesses back to learn
to teach Nature’s humane race
radical place
rooted pace
secured by leaving none behind
and everyone ordained
to race redeeming issues
through singing flows of dancing waves
linked through all spacetime.
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.
What will happen next?
she said.
And why.
he asked,
and so it went all day.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“And why?” he said.
Let’s climb a tree and learn it home;
safe place to grow a branch for flight
to fly through night and dream all day.
To pretend at work,
not work to play.
Why screw around?
Is flight not real?
And working play feels play-full
when trees are true
and branches balance birdnests
floating toward this stringish green-field Earth.
I fear what will happen next
she asks.
And why
he says.
and so it goes through life.
“What’s next?” she fears.
“And why?” he fails to reassure.
Let’s build a house high as the sky.
We’ll play on clouds and they on us
til vegeburgers rain like cars
too fast to find us
high above this tangled weedish plot.
Clouds feel good for rest
but not for forts.
The sun burns clouds like cars burn trees.
Let’s fall beneath a flower pot
and kiss her rooted tendrils
to grow full measured
good and true and real and wondrous
shade trees gracing fertile plots.
What will happen next?
she asks.
And why? he asks again.
And so it goes.
What’s next…
Why?…
Dedication: To Kerry
7/13/2014