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Degrees of Insanity

Is it more insane
to long to grow away from prisons
than to feel we still belong imprisoned?

Are we already prisoners,
lacking images for liberties
and co-arising responsibilities,
of a re-embodied god?

Are we divine authorities
to remake humanity
in our own god and goddess incarnations
free of body limiting imaginations?

Could we imagine
a YHWH who embodies Earth,
cosmologically evolving through spacetime,
revolving
spiraling dense and complex octaves
of color as resonant scales of sound,
fragrance within redundant seasons
of FatherSpace suns and black star-caves
passing through MotherTime valleys and waves?

Imagine we are stardust
coming to see ourselves
as we might bust
hard thrust
know lust
grow trust
blow truth
speak sooth,
unfortunately rust,
imaging ourselves
through redefining us
across healthing regenerations.

Are we less insane
longing our way from prison
belonging free
without cancerously capital-investing cells?

Punishment spells?

BigDaddy will swell
if we tell
I am
where we are;
We are
where we belong.

I can’t cower
if you think that’s wrong
I can only sing
how god wrote my song.

And I can only dance
where Allah could best prance strong.

And we can only breathe
what TaoTime finds notnot
too double-binding long.

I think I would be wrong
to imprison what longs
to virally throng.

Aren’t we more insane
stuck in retribution’s prison
when god cries out for peace
restoring Earth’s freedom
from FalsePatriotic lies,
paternalism fried,
too many species
and future generations
of sacred Time’s regeneration
already died.

If only we had tried
a little less LeftBrain secular crazy
and a lot less RightBrain sacred lazy

Is it less insane
to long to stay in prison
than to know we don’t belong
imprisoned
or enslaved
to insanity ourselves?

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Terror Asylum

On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island’s warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine’s monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling mental-physical stately asylum carcasses,
sagging with trembling memories
of cultural inability
to remember empathic presence,
basic nature’s noticing of potentially present voices
speaking through cracked window and door frames,
peeling exterior landscapes,
collapsed roofs with rotten root foundations,
mumbly murmuring memories
of past river fogged-in days
and nights of terrorism,
ruled by despots of exegetical sanity
applauding wild bacchanal voices
jumping into tidal swollen,
then shrunken,
yet steady and wise-stately,
reasonable flow away out
toward wilder presence downstream
outstraining severed screams
of inpolitic madness.

Intended to grow up a school for sanity,
collaterally invested dust and decay emerged a prison
of abuse and neglect,
oppressively irrational exculturation.

Wild voices dismembering
loving presence of person,
too entrapped by past terrors,
chronic, climatic, psychotic prison
for muttering conversations between Ego’s Anger voice
berating left-handed fear of Fear ambivalence,
quivering recrimination reiterating through dungeon drugged nights,
layering medicated mindless attendance
over basic neural noticing,
thereby inducting rot
briefly intuiting tender absence of co-mentored narrow path
toward polypathic enculturation,
hiding in a forest
of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways,
seductive viral toxic infestation
of history weeded over.

On this other Thames
visitors violate serene gloom of despair,
turning our backs to return to safer grounds,
no less trespassing wilderness
but more profane,
slinking down an overcrowded river
of ubiquitous investment
in tumble-down sane urbanity.

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Metaphysics of Poetry

All language evokes poetry
to those with ears to hear it.
And yet,
All stinky farts are blare of trumpet
to those without noses to smell it.

Nouns are verbs waiting to sound dynamic
to those with ears to love them,
nouning, prenouning, verbing, renouning
contentment or contentiousness
between these known and reknown labels,
metaphysical evolution of poetic language.

Verbs are fractile,
mutually holon-icalling,
four temporal dimensional unfolding,
to those with bicameral minds to watch them

Fold, such as “light”
UnFold, such as “not lighting”
PreFold, such as “en-lightening”
ReFold, such as universal enlightening diastatic reiteration,
or not so much,
as compared to “Light”, back in former moment
of MetaLanguage eco-systemic temporal memory.

Verbs are fractile-holonic
just as ecological paths
follow Earth’s economic goals
to eco-politically plan
a ReCycling P=N(NP) EcoPolynomial
InForMating BiCameral Processing and Storage
CoOperator InfraStructure,
QByte octave/di-fractal-polar= (0)-interest soul,
where “interest” is integrative, inductive +/(-,-),
Win-Win binary gaming systemic,
to and for those who have mindbodies
investing perhaps too much competitive v. cooperative
RealTime flow on-line

Probably writing poetry,
or humor
or speaking with ecotherapeutic intent,
for both our Interior Landscapes,
and/or our RealTime Exterior Special Case Natural Landscapes,
sometimes including frequencies and functions
of organically synergetic/dissonant families,
upstairs/downstairs going through their day
with/without you.

All hope is eisegetical faith,
corroborated only by those who exegetically LOVE!
to share
our contented,
peacefully rational,
polynomially eco-logical
in-formation as bicamerally (-,-) temporal-lobe exformating
balanced octave prime relationship functional
with double-fractal harmonic
regenerative systemic
DNA-syntax
PermaCultural (0)-soul Memory.

All poetry evokes language
to those with eyes to see it revolving
eco-logically reiterative cycles
of internal seasons with external reasons
as external seasons with internal reasons,
bicameral metaphysics of language
and rationality
as poetically informating evolution.

And yet,
there are those stinky farts to reconsider…

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In My Dipolar Home

In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
“crazy” has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballastic anchor Right
aimed with EgoSelf co-arising EcoOther.

“Crazy”
when that begins with “you are”
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear and anger,
even hatred for this Word itself.

“Crazy” ballast
begins with “I am”
and “we all are,
or could be,
or have been;”
a synonym for “Wild.”

“Wildness” hunts a dipolar antonym
for “domesticated”
like difference and sameness
of wild yeast
with domestic yeast.

“Domesticated”
a Left-dominant economist’s
overly reductive
deductive
and enthusiastic synonym
for “commodified,”
even “exegeticalized”
or “orthodoxed”
as true, and good and rational, and just,
found to function
with quantifiable domesticated values
for efficiency and effectiveness,
utility,
useful,
especially for continuing
our Win-Lose Left-brain dominating cultural game.

But, dear co-economists,
co-domestic politicians,
eco-logists, one and all inclusive
discerning languaged tribe of “crazy”,
what has become domesticated
remains primally as wild as RNA’s encryption,
syntax exegetically balancing regenerative harmonics
Nature’s ecosystemic-logic
will only permaculturally allow,
and polyculturally love,
synergize,
analyze,
decompose for future Wild’s balancing regenerational outcomes;
you know, kids, children, offspring,
new eggs from old nests.

Earth’s Tribes are wild crazy universal,
despite DNA’s uniting
and regeneratively cooperative economic understory
of perma-enculturating intent,
language,
deductive/inductive orthopraxis,
Left-Right co-arising hemispheric ecotherapy,
balancing Wild-Rational eco-full bicameral
dipolar [reverse co-relational] consciousness.

If Wild is not Universalist
then our political economics
could not evolve Unitarian.

Earth Rights
include rights to evolve dipolar balancing Wild-consciousness,
images,
imagination,
form with function,
incarnating ministries,
information,
inteligence,
RNA-fractal,
Zero-Soul timelessly TransParenting
Tree of Life Greets Death
Co-Messianic Exegenetically Rooted,
+/(-,-) [plus OVER bi-laterally negative self-bound logic as positive-inductive co-operating form/function/flow/frequency]
tri-temporal yangspace/not-not linear binomial yintime,.

YesYes!
+Yang,+Yang
Win-Win’s
YinYin
NotNot (-,- binary balance)
Thermodynamic Prime-Binary Gaming EcoBioSystemic Equivalence.

In My home
“crazy” evolves three functions:
One, to see who is winning (and when and where and hopefully why),
Two, to hear who is losing (when and where and hopefully why),
Three, to decompose this losing wildness
into its imaged dipolar opposite,
to co-mentor eco-wins thru EgoDeath’s
Plan B with A WinWin.

You heard it here
but I heard it first
way back in UU history.
Bilateral Zeroism as prime function
goes back at least to Bucky Fuller,
and One could be no more Plan B Universalist than he;
and he would be offended
if his UU cooperative co-creators
could not hear his “synergy” as Unitarian-istic “love”
and self/other wildly self-optimizing regenerative design
and permaculturally economic cooperative
co-arising Left-Right development.

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AnthroLanguage

Language
like poetry
becomes our inclusive
yet ego-ionic
Teacher.

Our four seasons
of ecological reason,
a fractal Commons
rooted in Time’s folding/unfolding RNA/DNA
syntax of autonomic intuition,
feeling and inspiration of truth with beauty,
permacultural design
and organic development.

Differences between bipolar dissonance
and dipolar co-arising resonance,
at end of each eco-therapeutic day
and life,
may simmer down
to which side of our therapeutically inclusive desk
you sit and identify behind.

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Turning Ballistics into Ballast

“The desire for personal exculpation from the sins of society is a kind of fetish,
akin to solar panels on a 4,000-square-foot house.”

Exemption from our anti-social competition and egocentrism
is a desire for ever more cognitive dissonance
as suboptimization of eco-consciousness,
perpetuating our collective delusion
worshiping at the altar of win-lose competitive markets and choices
as self-perpetuating survival identity,
implied threat of Other’s success,
Earth’s insufficiency to provide,
lifetime’s fleeting universe of opportunity,
failure to trust Time’s timelessly transparent cooperative process.

“What, exactly, is this ‘money power’?”

What is Yang power?

“…I sometimes run into people who have read books…that make a persuasive case for an ancient global conspiracy [B. Fuller, “steering”]
dedicated to a ‘New World Order,’…[of J Macy’s “Active Hope”]
…conspiracy theories give too much credit to the ability of humans
to successfully manage and control complex systems.
Something mysterious is certainly going on,
and the ‘coincidences’ [co-arisings] that people…cite
defy conventional explanation,
but if you’ll allow a moment’s indulgence in metaphysics,
I think ultimately what is happening is that our deep ideologies
and [ecosystemic, DNA-encrypted] belief systems,
and their unconscious shadows [syntax],
generate a matrix of [polymorphic] synchronicities
that looks very much like a [benign] conspiracy
[steering of time’s four-seasoned unfolding].
It is in fact a conspiracy with no [systemic]conspirators.
Everyone is a[n enslaved] puppet,
but there are no puppet-masters.”
[There are few enslaved-slaveowners,
and none who could be systemic freedom-masters.]

(Quotes from Charles Eisenstein, pp. 90-91, Sacred Economy, 2011, Evolver,
comments in brackets and format changes are my own wilderness.)

Enslavement is universal
but cooperative co-arising parasites
are unitarianly powerful.

Slavery is forced ownership of parasite B
by A’s full-time Host agenda.

Slavery, in anthropomorphic cultures,
is collectively ego-morphic
(in contrast to polymorphic nature)
and fear and anger
toward and from which enslaving ownership of Other’s time derives
and predicts to continue,
are also nondually relational,
or “relative,”
as Einstein used the term.

Enslaver force perpetuates Ego’s forceful angry deductions,
self survival through creating victims,
reduction of self
to destroyer of time’s inclusive fullness
as someone who could cooperatively share all Others’ ego-healthy will
for equivalent freedom from freedom to enslave or not,
source of nature’s co-gravitational unfolding,
timeless freedom of self/other co-belonging.

Those nations,
corporations,
families,
tribes,
individuals,
informating biosystems,
with vastly disproportionate wealth deposits,
divorced from cooperative health and well-being investments,
not only steal power’s freedom from those without enough to interdependently thrive,
our unbalanced yangish wealth also steals our own collective mental health,
fearing fair freedom’s inevitable repercussions of evolution,
climatic transitions
struggling to repress nondual codependent enablement
of negentropically transparent ego-death.

On the other hand,
as we feel our most resonant light of wisdom,
as we have checked our intuitions with good multisystemic empirical research
on optimal development of polymorphic polycultures,
interior and exterior landscaped,
both endo- and ecto-symbiotically co-arising evolutionary revolutions,
as we step into our deduct/induct
ballistic/ballast for balancing thresholds of ecological consciousness
and become time’s agent-door,
swinging positively as West deductive,
and double-negatively as East intuitive reiterations,
where West is Left and East is Right harmonics
we learn to ballast these fears and angers in temporal
and proportional alignment
for optimal thermodynamic balance,
and co-arising cooperative love.

This day,
each day,
even these bone-aching heart-breaking days of loneliness,
desperate revolutions of interior/exterior climates,
fear with anger;
This Life’s day
is you, nondual positive/negative correlational-dipolar co-arising.
You co-operatively revolting is your phoenix revolution.
Your Time.
Your Moment.
Our Moment’s timeless time.
Our cooperative ecosystemic life

Turning Self and Other’s competitive and paranoid ballistics
into Ego/Eco’s cooperative ballast
toward Active Revolutionary Hope.

Note: Joanna Macy’s Work That Reconnects is not a conspiracy theory, it is a co-arising systemic theory for active hope to deactivate despair.

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Not More Bad News…

Could be good.

Once upon the start of time,
Universal Space was permaculturally natural systemic
intelligence
information–
Positively radiant development
of coincidental systemic memory capacity,
progenerically,
pregeneratively,
birth-bang Father Solar System
revolving Mother Earth,
their swirling twisting revolving prime relationship
diastolically reflected in Grandmother Moon’s
monthly periods of fertile gravitational light
and dark newly dissonant transitions.

YangSun radiates Yin’s EarthTribal Skins,
breeding hydrogen and oxygen,
and that whole tribe of
ecological economic transactional cooperation,
air and water and soil and fire
and synergetic love-chemistry sets
of live-systems,
evolving and absorbing reverse-evil non-paradigms
of both dissonant and prime-consonant negentropy,
and the rest,
as we often say,

is justice enculturating and informing history;

Of permacultural evolution and development,
incarnation and metasystemic karma,
of enthymematically rooted stimulus and response communication,
of Yang greets Yin
meets bi-rooting Yang
greets binomial Yin
meets binary balanced Yang octave Qbyte fractals;

+/(-)(-)0Bit-nomial Tao
balancing Permaculturating Universal Systemic Well-Being Relationships.

So, if don’t nobody bring me no bad news,
we can live cooperatively and peacefully ever after,
including warm glowing evening campfires
under the stars
reflected in the burning divine bushes

piloting our bicamerally balancing minds.

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Revolutionary Psalm

What ecojustice requires of each

is precisely the same,

absolute integrity.

What justice invites us toward

is absolutely unique to each incarnation.

A love of justice,

a therapeutic bath

of self and Other acceptance

for who we are

as we are.

Redemption is a come as you are party

of deep integrity and love.

 

We are a species of cooperative communisters,

intentional communicators practicing community,

administering research

creating discovery

design

developing each regenerating being

to remember our EarthTribe

mutually defined

refined

divined.

 

Integral reiterations toward Multisystemic Therapy,

Deep Creative Learning toward balanced eco-living

(with oneself as well as others)

Nonviolent Listening toward active peaceful speaking

Positively hopeful toward ecology of graced-full mind

and harmonious heart

Permacultured Living toward integrative loving.

 

Regenerate metric-ulation

back in time pressed forward,

positively evolving toward rationality

integrity

sanity.

 

 

 

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Summer’s Stormy Move

It started the 8th of June

moving away from too familiar

into too alien,

finding no sane oasis between.

 

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade

to wilting monochromatic drought.

Brown patches emerge with dulled loss

of what might have been a family

an ecological home

a pasture for aging bones,

hinky synapses flaring tornadoes

of heated defeat.

 

Boxes realign themselves

incomprehensibly hiding any value

in their move

from what could have been here

if not left there

where fading memories survive

my loss of presence.

 

Bags batter

bursting malignant neglect.

Chairs no longer fit

for seating hot tempers

of displaced despair.

Dust defecates destiny.

 

A house that should be home

to those grateful for its care;

downsizes redemptive purgation

into shrinking violence,

invisible,

screaming silent strangling sensory strings

slipping

sparkling vents glaring

glacially through stagnant July.

 

Then,

early evening spills thick black.

Tall elder treetops sway

with hope of cathartic wildness,

drama of release

from petulant

radiant

hot.

 

Lightning rolls in thunderous waving walls

and back again in falling grace drops.

Transition storms

through pilgrim soul’s discontented purgatory

in space without place

house without home

faith without hope

place with cavernous time,

mindful without passion.

 

Earth’s sky roars dark wet flashy passion.

Wild yeast superlatively shredding domesticated culture’s skin,

bleaching dark passions from dry-cracked crevices.

 

“Abatement is not removal!”

wild Wicked cackles demented delight.

“If transitions were regenetic

then nomads would rule,

pilgrims would land in paradise estates

with coincidental karmic confidence.”

 

The storm abates,

drought removed.

Thunder claps farewell.

Brief time

now

search evening’s rainbow

before hazing horizon

rolls over light’s last gasp.

As night promises peace,

Thunder cracks and shakes one last reminder.

Serenity is not always sanity.

 

Promise smiles teardrops

on hot tin roofs.

 

 

 

 

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