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Natural Seeds With Spiritual Roots

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.

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Gaia Out Speaks

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.

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Racing Issues

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.

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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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Sibling Tree

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

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