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Stalking Time

Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop
below misty blue sky
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile time,
flagrant erections of next generation’s hope
for full color life
perennially emerging time
through fields of green enraptured
brown soil and gray rocks
and weathered stretching darker bark
back further through time’s ringing core.

This summer’s newer time full color;
Elder time dressed in grays and browns
of dusk’s deeper hue and cry.

Time’s newer lexicon
laughs through children
camping near a still-slogging river,
flowing time toward surfing Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing time of trees’
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time
rushed toward some end of prime,
planned, yet unprioritized.

Drumming heartbeat
surfing breath
occasional tummy rumbles,
older times of human space
thundering through subliminal octaves
of time’s unrolling memory.

New time smells green fragrance,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth’s old-timed infrastructure,
roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries
floating broken platters of Earthtime’s universe creation,
rumbling thunder
warning of ancient slow-timed lightening.

Capturing time’s enrapturing voices
and visions
peering through silent black faced race
through space.
Knotted notched logged time
captured in this sacred place
gracefully crumbling time’s investment,
forgiven and redeemed in last fall’s brown bed
of leafy fading trace,
succumbing to terminating time’s
less aggressive metamorphic place
from logs reversing back into time’s landed space,
impervious to eyes noting her change of race
from convex branches to concave composts.

Time’s darker elder face
haunts richer wisdom
but often fails to find just and righteous pace
for dominating white cultured mind
to find
and recognize.
Elder darker’s timing rhythm
speaks best through white hearts’ new-time memory,
transparently dark embedded cultural time
emerged as new found discovery
recovery through youngish light
most resonantly resolved
through time’s polyculturing brightest night.

Fear of dark raced time
begins with my own white placed skin
accepting time’s inevitable dark embrace
within full-colored humanely timed race,
to see my wilting face
drawn back into time’s dark souled core
dying into light’s progenitor
once more
dark never-enough-right-time supremacy
through dark purgation’s non-anthrocentric palatial door
toward dark time’s eternal color rhapsodic place.

Time’s song and dance
through nonexistential space,
my voice
our opera
time’s co-passion story.

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Tao of Universal Maintenance

We are permacultured children of our

Elder Gods and Goddesses.

The Goddess voice within,

nurturing our peace-filled hearts.

The God voice without

speaking through rhythms and patterns

frequencies and functions,

metrics and symbols,

longings and belongings,

longing before language

even before sight,

when “Other”s voice

covered mind-filled aptic Being.

 

The God voice says

“I am not Other!”

The Goddess voice reminds

“Shall we regenerate each Other?”

 

And, so it is we rejoin our Elder pilgrimage

conclude our Yangish detour,

re-connect the Oracles

from whom we descend

toward whom we ascend

through left/right-brained research mission accomplishing.

 

To comprehend our meaning

we would understand positive purpose

dis-covering Other’s logos voice

re-ligioning

re-joining what deduction temporarily,

spatially,

dismantled,

a necessary dominance now outgrown,

toward optimizing comprehensive integrity

of synergy with love,

longing with belonging,

God voice with Goddess graced ecology of mythos,

Yang with Yin.

 

To re-member RNA’s prime temporally unfolding code

where +U was God

and -C is always Goddess

is not idolatry

so much as Elder Wisdom worship.

 

We are a polycultured bicameral species

re-covering our sanity,

sustained Golden Rule replacing

pledged allegiance:

I respond with and to others,

regardless of species,

whether I am predisposed to them as “positive” or “negative,”

whether they are alive in this moment,

or in the past,

or in the future,

as I want to be inclusively,

resiliently,

equitably

and sustainably treated,

I interdependently and integrally develop our economy,

an ecology of positive vocation and play

communication and comprehension

optimizing our potential abun-dance

as globally polycultured

and eco-balanced players

and singers,

story-tellers and dancers.

 

Listening to my adolescent sons

I learn to see their world,

an unfairly disturbing alienating place

that has no space or grace for them,

a dirty duty toxic bug-filled threat

best kept outside locked door

with interior womb-like lit by world-wide monitor

and games for joining with each other

this tournament of vast cooperation.

Where “I” am U

and U can -C “me.”

 

No time to hide,

the God and Goddessed Elders

are justly remembering

their mutually dancing roots.

 

When hungry [+0=Yang],

dig for tender roots [-1=Yin].

As U becomes C

and C becomes U

graceful dance of generativity.

 

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Paradise Reincarnating

There is a hope among my people

that after life may be as we most wish

our hope of peaceful dreams fulfilled.

 

We call this hope Paradise,

Beloved Community,

for some an Edenic Garden of

permacultured polycultural

color-dense absorbent nutrients,

mutual succulence

of sight

and touch

and sound

and fragrant mind and time balanced graciously,

richly hued and tasted.

 

It seems important to incarnate this dream

now

where we are

with whom we are,

our Self and our Other right relationships,

and our normative awareness of Original Intent.

This mouthful is our mindful.

 

To live actively and peacefully toward that future

we would most hope to continue

to remember

to reincarnate

to pass from still toward bi-sonic reweaving

on the other side of this potentiating incubator.

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Sensical Octaves

I see this dance of color

ringing song of mind

shared grace

for all to see and hear

measured ultravioletly.

 

We hear our song of praise

dancing colors prove shared minds.

If we never see each other

do we hear more ultravioletly?

If we never hear each other

do we forget to see full color?

 

When pyramids of waving sighs

greet milky cultures in dispray

they tend to stick together

breathing in

then out

to learn to hear in color

then see what all the shouting is about.

 

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