Looking for Love in Right Places

I find
right hemisphere prominently feel,

But cannot quite touch
something sexy
about left/right cooperatively resonant
waves of wealthy ego-rooting
eco-rooted health.

I suppose
whether felt as sexy
or more generically sensory,
depends on neurological origin
and completion
of sensory information
and climatic exportation.

Spiritual resonance experiences qualities
of our multicultural
EarthBound journey together
and apart

As naturally resilient outcomes
of felt left/right integrity,
glimpsed and heard
when resonantly touched,
bring consensual pleasure

as inclusively appropriate

Sensually sexy disciplines
of physical passion,
metaphysical waves
of revolutionary
resonant compassion
and reminding
20/20 loving insight
through restoring
by healing
global EarthJustice integrity,
sensory spirit of sexual nature.


Moving Through Urgent Forests

I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,

And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings

Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
certainly less than perfection,

I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.

When seeking
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.

is more interdependent,
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
and exhilling.

Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,

against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,

And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.

Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
ecofeminists one and all,
and do,
and walk
and talk
with integrity’s most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
global/local health potential.


Climate Health Marching

Marching and dancing and singing
in and of and for healthy climates
regenerating wealthy landscapes,
ideally coming together,
like masturbating in pubic,
but subtly, and trans-genderally clothed,
only on the inside as if outside,
cuming together as one new multicultural regenerator march.

Sexy strutting marchers
but with opulent simplicity
remixing mindbody co-arisings,
with polyculturing health-wealth
resonating perpetual just-right foreplay climates,
then simulcasting decomposing re-investments,
of and for self and other
and sacredly,
internally as externally,
perpetuating our collective climax fertility.

Climate marchers that cum together
spray cooperative ownership and mutual-governance
to gather future generations of climate-healthy marchers
as public,
yet resonantly private,
master incubators.

This liturgy of sexy climate marching
grows room and spaces,
folds and places,
for both sad becomings into ego-loss,
making more room to commence with singing glad
being Earth’s echoing climax
of zero-sum eco-gain,
rhythmed not sin to sin,
but Win to Win further healthing days
and fertile nights.

My climate march
begins at midnight
with sad responsive songs of dualdark longing
to be rid of depressing competitive pathologies,
then rise with dawning trusted landscapes
to greet this new EarthDay,
to sing and dance and march
with glorious cuming resonant echoes
shimmering through Earth’s capital domes and turrets,
until we ring together
West and East
Left and Right
Yang and Yin
in perpetually resonating climax.


Dear Eve, and not so much Adam

Dear Eve and not co-mentor Adam,
solo writer of The Clitoral Monologues,

Love your book.
Just one suggestion,
switch the title to
The Clitoral-Penile EcoPoliTickle Dialogues.

Feminist to feminist monoculturing monologues
make OK theater,
perhaps even the first feminist nurturing ecopolitickle opera,
if you were to also become gifted with writing songs
and choreographing exotic clitoral-clitoral dances,
but your wisdom becomes more cooperatively powerful
on an ecopolicultural nondual co-arising stage,
both clitoral yintegral
and penile yang-poignant thrust
of regenerative timing;

Our wisdom nurturing, anthrocentrically healthy, selves,
reweaving evolutionary predators invading parasites
into hunters loving gatherers
of heathiest wise nutrition.

Probably strategically better to respond to The Penis-Only Monolonging
Business as Competitively MineIsBigger Usual,
with Clitoral-Penile synergy
of wiser transgenderal politickling investments.


Healthy Politics, and Sex, and Religion

I hope I know what is healthy sex,
in an experiential kind of way,
in a biblical kind of way,
and I can imagine a world with healthier,
more cooperative, political empowerment,
but I am clueless about healthy religion,
which most of my friends would claim is an oxymoron,
like military intelligence.

Well, I think it’s easier to have any one of these,
if you already have the other two.

So, if I am feeling warmly resonant with my good vibe
positive political psychology
of ecologically cooperative relationships,
including those that are sexual,
now that I think about it
I’m not really sure what a sexless human relationship would be.
Maybe ambivalently androgynous,
but isn’t that somehow the same thing as saying transgenderal,
and somehow that doesn’t seem sexless at all.
what does all that have to do with healthy v pathological religion?

What makes sex and political relationships regenerative,
and sometimes, unfortunately, degenerative,
is also what makes religions syncretically regenerative
across all Earth’s more celebratory ecosystems,
Creation Stories,
both Left-scientific languaged
and Right-artistic mythic,
divine as regenerative sacred inspiration
breathing through each moment and day
and night and death’s last eternal expiration.

Breath memories are sequential
but also consequential,
and cumulative empathically entrusting remembering
religioning healthy politics
of Earth’s sexy sacred cooperative ecological economics.

You seem to see politics as the religious business of empowerment.

And disempowerment.

Yes, to control nutritional and pathological regenerative/degenerative trends
of multicultural and multigenerational contentment,
absence of suffering and ecological loss,
for you, a Taoist Christian Zen-Jew.

More typically comprehended
as love ultimately comprehensive
within Judeo-Christian nurturing circles,
rather than demi-terrorists marching in Red Patriarchal Squares.

Yes, love takes a paternalistic-dominatrix tribal paranoid WinLose
Left turn
in Mohammad’s search for a more ecologically helpful Allah.

Love is synergy,
according to Bucky Fuller.

Yes, and consilience,
says E. O. Wilson,
over at Harvard
with that Positive Psychology clan
on the social science side of campus.

Syncretic and perennial philosophy,
for Alduous Huxley.

Yes, but why both?
Why not just syncretic,
like integrity of Earth’s ecological-nutritional values?

Perhaps because Huxley saw multicultural syncretism
as evolving polypathically and inclusively across time,
like the evolution of DNA’s intelligence;
so perennial,
like the seasonal cycles of development,
mutually and perpetually enriching future generations
with further layers and networks of interdependently healthy
metaphysical paradigmatic ecosystemic integrity of co-gravitating
Creation-ReGeneration Stories, Aphorisms, Wisdom Literature.

The pre-millennial transliterations
of post-millennial (0)-ego-sum-invested ecologically EarthCentric Soul,
gifting cooperative-nuturtring-nutritional resources and ecopolitical ownership forward,
to include WinWin choices only,
inclusive of all time, all generations of Golden Ruler ReGenerativists,
at least in our positive-nutritional, non-socio-ecopathological intent.

Sacred regenerations of incarnated Elder DNA
sensory-nutritional-digestive ecopolitical climate-normed consumer balancing producer organic functions,
looking at least that sacred 7-generations forward
in Earth Tribe’s multiculturally ecological
Ego/Eco BiCameral TaoEconomics
of New PostMillennial PermaCultural
Interior/Exterior EquiValent
NotNot Zeroist
PolyCulturally Climaxing Feminist EcoPolitical BodhiSattvas
and EcoNurturing Messiah Circles
and double-helixed fractal (0) sum zen-tao-bilateral spiraling temporal Yang/Yin mandala networks
of cooperative DNA/RNA solidarity
climate and landscape health-regenerativity.

but I prefer Rabbi Heschel’s
Wonder and Awe,
for all of the reweaving recreative regenerativity above,
whether sex, or politics, or religion,
and preferably all three,
for a really nice cooperative bicamerally balancing party
to be multiculturally held and had and owned
and consumed and produced
and empowered and disempowered
with ecologically optimal cooperative-politically regenerative Tradition/Story/Sonnets/Stars/Light/Sun/BiLateral DualDark Integral 4D RealPrimeTime Interdependence/(0)-Empty DiPolar
Black Hole

Oh, I get it,
like Teilhard de Chardin, right?

Well, yes,
left with right,
right both/anding wrong
health both/anding appositional pathological imbalances
of sexually cooperative ecopolitically reweaving metaphysical revolutions
of DNA/RNA (0) thermodynamic fractal-balanced octave-harmonic
light frequency reiterative
ecoconscious bicameral ego/eco-identity consciousness,
both (0)Mega-InterdependentYang and (0)Virgin-EmptyYin
coincidentally co-arising cognitive-affective
co-empathic trust,
rather than more LeftBrain Dominant
overly-competitive mutual ecopolitical mistrusts,
WinLose survival of the fittest evolutionary models
substituting for fully regenerative ecologically supported
cooperative power-with history
trumps monoculturing power-over competitive enculturing memory.

If no DNA,
then no sex,
no politics,
no religion,
no science.

If no light,
no DNA.

and if no yinyin as WinWin (0) square root
dual dark Black Hole (0)Rigin,
then no Perennial (0)Mega Yang/Yin
bicameral multicultural-regenerative balance.

well, don’t hold your breath.

Right, right.
Gotta keep breathing together,
if nothing else.
Would help, though,
I mean, you know, just as a post-millennial start,
to spend time and energy on planting trees and native grasses,
green organic root systemic Earth-nurturers,
cooperatively conjoined together,
where we now ballistically create deserts
of starving soils and souls,
too competitively not together.

I bet if we could figure out how to distribute all those guns
and missiles
and professional armies and navies and air-forces,
we could probably also figure out how to regeneratively distribute
cooperatively-owned and planted and harvested trees together.


Locker Room Intimacies

I don’t recall all that much talk in locker rooms.
These are typically quiet as reflective libraries
unless involved in team sports.

Then locker room talk may review a well played game,
but, again, those played less fortunately,
less familiarly,
not really too much to say,
sometimes thinking of other more nutritionally feeding things,
places in time’s perpetually receding memory.

Rooms for locking up over yanged secrets
are not known for either quality or quantity of affluent speech.
These are more about actions outside these locking up rooms,
reveling to reveal ourselves and others
an embarrassment of self-ridiculing riches.

But, I do recall
I thought I could hear which brand of ecopolitical life
a locker room voice would choose,
usually somewhere between
raping victims only good for bullying
and standing in solidarity with teams and leagues and games
where we learn more from losing together
than winning apart
in superhero myths and antics
of unfettered self-supremacy,
hubris of engorged,
yet over-rated disengaged,
penises with hands for grabbing and taking
what can only be given as an intimate gift.

In some ways
we are all locked rooms,
craving intimacy
that causes tremors
terrible tremblings,
not terror
and yet terror’s opposite.

What names we have found for ecstasy
of unlocked talking and walking,
playing and working
and wondering how could ecstasy sustain
through decades of morning and night time
dressing to undress routines
and all invitations in between.


Sex EcoEquity

Sexual intercourse would feel as odd and unwelcome as the prospect seemed to me when I was ten. Perhaps this second  virginity is equivalent to what has been permaculturally recognized as the sublimation intrinsic to an authentic celibate vocation. Perhaps there is something in here of relevance to  neo-monastic cultural development and the emergence of deep ecological balance.

As my natural immune system unravels, so does my sex drive. Rather than grasping desire, I increasingly feel vulnerable to everyone. This vulnerability is not just a “mind fuck” mentality but a holistic intercourse of curiosity and acceptance, growing compassion and improved comprehension and communication; greater mindfulness of “right” relationship as balanced loving relationships. Balance, in relationship with others, with my environment, is what increases confluent attraction across all sensory spectra.

Learning to accept our mutually equal subsidiarity, vulnerability, recasts earlier normative responses to total strangers, other species, plant life, Earth, as autistic–overly concerned with protecting my ego-immunity, self-identity as Self, rather than an equally individuated member of Earth’s Regenerative Tribe. I grow grateful for this emotive and affective and effective justice and mercy, in turn growing slowly toward our (0)-sum balanced economy of grace (Western term) or karma (Eastern term).

Positive holistic sensual information receptors bring to Positive Psychology, Ecology, Economic, and Teleological Theory what autistically unraveled monocultural chaos brings to Cognitive Dissonance and Commodification Theory of ecological loss and disvalue.

Perhaps it is the normative cultural commodification of sexuality as a substitute for building slower bridges of holistic communication and sensuality that has contributed so loudly and invasively to our overpopulation, climate chaos, abrasively stinky air, and distress about anomalous gender expression.