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Great New and Old Years

Terrorism,
threat of terrorizing shelters
and habitats
and wombs,
seeds and trees,
mountains and valleys,
forests and deserts and oceans,
fear and anger conjuring and mongering and marketing
do not work long-term
because co-passions of love do work
more cooperatively and therapeutically.

Expressing
and impressing
our sacred healthcare vocations.

War does not impassioned sustain
as defensive basis for a society’s
just politics or economics
because peace does work
toward compassions of a culture.

Slavery and habitat-less-ness ultimately fail
because integrity’s empowerment
is passionately more vital.

Evil does not compassion health
because full integrity of loving does
eco-passion
within Earth’s revolving anima mundi,

Gaian Principles of Sacred Original DNA-RNA Solidarity Intent,
Holy Democratic Equivalence Matriotic-Patriotic,
Yin-Yang
Eco with Ego,
EarthSoul habitat and identity’s EgoShelter,
Nature-Spirit nondual co-incarnations
CoMentor ReStorative Therapies

Rather than teaching Earth’s military-industrializing LeftBrain dominant adolescent excesses,
we could LeftRight reach
for how and why and when
we have the justified self-righteousness
to blow each other up,
put each other desacralizing down.

These primary judgment and justice tasks
of democratic educational integrity,
parental maturity and lifeskills,
humane ego-ecological wisdom,
listen with Earth’s harmonious Native NatureSpirits,
teach WinLose adolescents,
questioning EitherOr Traditional Assumptions,
about how and why and when
we best share this cooperative WinWin vocation
to grow integrity’s EarthSoul habitat co-passions,
egocentric health
AND ecopassionate wealth.

Remembering
reweaving
resonant SacredWombs
DNA phylogenic growing
EarthMother ego-shelters,
skins,
bellies,
bodies
with bilaterally extending
polypathic=polyphonic
4D spacetime sacred deep ecology minds,
made WinWin originally
of regenerative sacred habitual intent.

Retribution,
threat of removing ReStoration’s regenerate EarthSoul shelters
and habitats
and wombs,
seeds and trees,
mountains and valleys,
four-seasoned forests
and surfing bilateral healthy oceans,
through fear and anger conjuring and punishment-mongering
and divinely inspired ecopolitical marketing
cannot ecologically survive long-term
because co-passions of love do
Work That Reconnects
ReStores,
ReWeaves,
ReLigions,
ReGenerates,

ReHealthyFrames
wealthy bilateral
Tao of Fractal-Vital-CoAnimated/ing Time.

Spiraling inductive in,
breathing deductive out

Breathing sacred EarthSoul habitat in,
breathing secular seductive shelter out

Breathing coempowering mind in,
breathing warm nurturing heart out

Breathing retributive acclimations in,
breathing restorative ego-ecojustice out

Learning dangers
of retributive WinLose choices early,
Mentoring WinWin restorations
of EarthSoul Abundance,
ultra-violet non-violent revolutions,
peaceful outcomes later.

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Another Nanny Walk

I already hear the Twittering Trumpers
and Trumpettes
in their unholy locker rooms
reducing the marching evolution of nurturing feminist matriarchs
to another whine,
too gooey,
shrill and screechy,
nagging nanny stroll away from True Patriarchal White Male empowerment.

Never minding Mother’s ecological sacred health
despite unfortunate economic risks of global holocaust pathologies
for our grandkids,
and their little sniveling co-dependent pets.

So let us not walk but march
in loud resonating silence.

Let us speak our claims for healthy presents
and pasts
and matriarchal networking
of and for cooperative future health investments,
yet also listen to our voiceless co-empathic silence,
together,
to gather all our therapeutic
iconic
MotherEarth powers of regeneration.

Let us both march through and around Washington’s squares,
yet also dance in twittering polypathic full-color circles
of sound
and color
and deep healthy ecosystemic nutritional sight.

Let us weep for impudent sons
competing for whom to grab next in smokey locker rooms,
yet also sing our anthems of multiculturing EarthMother love.

Let us lie down in deadly silent omission
of where our Business As Usual competing pathologies
will ominously unfold across each and every bicameral heart,
and also jump and shout our cooperative diastatic hopes,
polypathic faiths,
multiculturing loves
of health within
as without,
as humans
with divine MotherEarth;
ecotherapeutic potential
marching together,
not flying apart
to vote ever again
against Earth’s matriarchal potential for fully inclusive integrity.

Singing and dancing,
dreaming and listening,
marching in mutual mindful silence
until every sister
and her brother
remembers Never Again
Never Again
Never Again
will male supremacist locker room talk
prevail over matriarchal networks
of ecopolitically cooperative global health and safety.

EverMore
Matriarchs march
to conserve Earth’s healthy nurturing progress.

NeverAgain
mere competitions for Electoral College majorities.
EverMore
cooperative economic ecologos of Matriarchal EnWombed Collegiality,
nutritionally enriched consensus.

NeverAgain
conservative matriarchs
not also progressive feminists
for Earth’s political health
as polypathic multicultural full-spectrum safety,
primally known in and through Mother’s Sacred Womb
of interdependent diastasis,
cooperative permaculturing climax.

EverMore
Twitterish Trumpers are left too egocentrically behind,
balding blond old white rugged rough-rider men
without the Elder Wisdom their mothers and great grandmothers
could Full through New Moon share light with them
outside their smoke-filled emptying night timed echoing tombs
of cancerous LeftBrain Dominant klanish locker rooms.

Never Again
Never Again
speak of underpaid undernourished nagging Nanny Walks
as if each Nanny
were not also our Mother’s sacred Sisters,
marching where our patriarchal footprints of history
would healthier fall
to rise Earth’s nurture within-without again.

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Cooperative Business of Miracles

Cooperative economic and political flow,
common to all regenerative ecosystems,
is largely non-historic Business As HealthyUsual,
while news-worthy events too often reincarnate
competing images of overpowering violent capitalism,
raised up through militarism and racism and sexism,
climate pathologies of run-away ego-centrism,
degenerating further paranoid entropic trends
of closed off claustrophobic climates,
deteriorating landscapes,
bioregions,
choking identities,
rabid organisms,
devoid of sufficient soul,
chi,
heart,
love,
grace,
karma,
synergy,
integrity,
incarnation,
life…

Cooperative ecopolitical organic flow networks,
self-regenerating systems,
are largely DNA/RNA encrypted
Business as Miraculously Usual.

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Soul Food Recipes

Rob Brezsny reports
In 2004, San Rafael hosted a World Conference of Soul-Making
resulting in three schools for best practices,
to which I will add one more.

“The Ruminators
theorized that humans are born without souls
and can create them only through arduous,
disciplined rebellion against all belief systems.

The Resonators
agreed that soul isn’t innate,
but insisted that soul-making is by no means difficult
…gathering good stories is effective
and not at all hard.

The Revelators
said every person is born with a soul
in seed form,
and need only discover the ‘blueprint’ of that seed
in order to attract the experiences
necessary to draw out its potential.”

The Regenerators
agree with all of the above,
born with a potential integrating seed,
we struggle with dissonance of painful ruminations
and celebrate their great climatic Creation Story culminations
to uncover resonantly notnot
reiteratively positive soul-revelations.

Once again, adding a culminating four-fractal fold
to three interdependent spatial dimensions
closes a four-season structured development story
openly inviting our regeneratively expectant revisit
for yet more soul food
made of premillennial manna.

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Dancing Soul Disorders

If I could write as dance,
sometimes get down mean
and sexy dirty blues,
recreating confusing hybrids
not safely translated in static language,
these ecstatic moments
entered and left without embodied holy shadows,
remembered fondly but soulfully
in smiling enspirited muscles
unwilling to let go of sensual life
without breathing glistened music.

Refrain training love moments to last through
passion rails of kicks and licks
balance taking giving leaps of faith
Earth will hold these swirling bones
bound arteries of flowing bliss
and dripping pulpy agonies.

Dance scripts unveil
moves and positions already body revealed and loved
within Earth’s kindness
and just balancing reward,
truth in and through beauty,
healthy love abundance in rich organic life
and peacefully arresting pause of death,
pregnant silent pause.

I lust not merely right write
but dance
with each cell swelling to sing
big and small
fast then slow
up as down
around each day’s choreography
on through abandoned freedom’s passion night.

If I could dance as write.

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Lost Lake Odessa

My world spins round
too fast most times
from Greek deep roots
on Black Sea ports
to cross Jordan’s River
on Catherine’s Great
trains meet sailboats
greeting sea planes
flying off to ports unknown
throughout my Lake Odessa Highways.

Where Ottomans
blend Spanish matadors,
heroes for my day
and night bleeds forth
a calvary of force
to please titillating whims
of Lake Odessa’s middle class czarinas.

I can’t go home again
to places never born.
My mind can roam
and try to swim
and fly to where and what
and whom and why
we might have been
if we had built
a fine fair fortress
for peace that loves to rock
and sing sad songs
of what sights have been
in Lake Odessa.

Instead of gangs
and clicky clacks
we learn polycultured quacks
to flap and honk like Canadian geese,
to transubstand she ate
where America
begins to end
through Lake Odessa’s streets.

I’m much too busy
and self-important
sleep deprived
and programmed lose to lose
to win our way
back home again
where Lake Odessa meets.

The role of God
as played by me
writing comic operas
only kids can see
was what I loved
most secretly
in long lost Lake Odessa.

We need a better god for now
bringing peach tree jams
immortality
of love as wise
reframes lost loves
to live in jesting jars
of honeyed sweet
corns and thorns
for testing streets
tasting ancient Greeks
on shores of Lake Odessa.

We’re coming back
to save each other
from what might have been
without sly rudders,
tipping posts from wu wei mothers
to rebuild our crystal castle love
of forms that buzz with life
and tours that sag with history
spinning sprays of licks and waves
lapping soft and sandy
on long gone skies
of sanguine Lake Odessa.

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MultiLiturgical Dance

Black PolyCultural convex yang position:

Dominant uracil-form OVER/WITH cytosine dipolar equivalent
White Mono/BiLateral temporal-concave yin-squared fractal-function position:

eco-samba Zero/YHWH/SunGod/dess ReGeneration
of MythicCulture Climate Costumes.

Members of this polychoral body
do our optimally Golden best we can
to ratio and elixir
to truth with beauty
to rhythm and soul-blues choreograph
to yang-meet and yin-greet all Others divinely/humanely half-way
in-between shared Tao (0)-Core
PolyPathic balanced-harmonic full-octave
ergodic-regenerate mindbody’s BiCameral DanceGroup,
co-presently featuring WinWin Gaming Design
in and with and of and for your/our ReligiousCulture Center.

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Conversations in ConScience

Welcome, friends, into this day.
I see we are wearing our Scientist hats today.

John Wheeler: We are the sun’s way of thinking about itself.

Wow, that’s truly cosmic, or kosmic; probably both.
I don’t disagree,
although I do feel slightly used,
and didn’t you leave someone out of our eco-identity loop?
Seems more like we are the sun and Earth’s ways of thinking about ourselves.
Planet Earth became one of the sun’s ways of decomposing it’s less hot self,
and we are Earth’s way of thinking about Her with His nondual regenerative Selves.

Robert Anton Wilson: the universe acts like a chess game
in which the player on the other side remains invisible to us.
By analyzing the moves,
we can form an image of the intellect behind them.

The intellectual image I see forming,
and how about you too maybe?
seems to be fractal-holonic dipolar appositionally structured
to co-arise continuous grace of ecopolitical flow
as ecological full-color-chemistry-fragrant-taste health temporal fold/unfold memes
designing prescriptions for language
as strictures (Julian Jaynes) for bicameral intelligent logos lenses
hoping to continue with more health and less pathology,
like RNA and DNA, for regenerate example.

Steven Weiss: The question ‘Do you believe in astrology?’
is like asking someone if they believe in art.’

Yes, and asking if we believe in the power of love, and health,
and prosperity.
To all the above,
where power of time invested
produces outcomes of happier healthier futures,
faith is not asked where evidence has already become forthcoming.

Rob Brezsny: astrology at its best roots us in the poetic language of the soul,
and isn’t blindly submissive to the values of the rational ego.
It’s here to liberate our imaginations
and encourage us to think less literally
and to visualize life as a mythic quest.

I know nothing about astrology,
but, with a few omissions of “the”
which is nearly invisible in my poetic language of soul,
and some possible additions,
I might also suggest:

Astronomy at its best
roots us in poetic language of ecoconscious soul,
not blindly submissive to LeftBrain’s deductive-reductive values.
The ecology of starlight
and dualdark cosmology
is here to liberate our RightBrain imaginations
and encourage us to think less thinly,
to visualize mythic life as light-quest,
already outlined in planet spacetime spirals
as our revolving
regenerating
reiterating
redundant, in function if not form,
recreation story.

Poetic language
is language of Left/Right cooperative discernment,
bilaterally conscient
dialectic souls
organically dancing-waving rings
of and for stardust’s famously bemused plasmatic light.

 

 

 

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Breastplates of Righteousness

My mind is as fascinated with investments and divestments
as my body is attracted to healthy and beautiful vestments,

and haunted by prospects of naked loss of home
and self-identity.

My vested interests emerge issues and concerns about nutrition,
as opposed to empty calories.
Nutrition, whether economic or political,
pursues ecologically systemic complexity.
Nutrition can be consumed and produced by a healthy cooperative ecosystem,
while a highly disturbed and dissonant absence of balance
harmony
grace
perpetuates internal-external competitions.

We would all prefer,
regardless of cultural color of our vestments,
avoiding empty caloric pseudo-values
without healthy merit
as effectively,
confluently,
peacefully,
cooperatively as possible
through clear polypathic discernment,
well-vested,
ecopolitically co-arising, compelling
temporally harmonious Tao-abundant wealth
of a nondual co-arising mindbody

Whether the mind of an ant
or human,
the soul of a river
or forest,
or the spirit of Earth’s Time as dynamic operatic space
as my mind invests and divests Her ecopolitical history,
Her/His healthy beautiful vested body,
haunted by prospects of Earth’s naked loss,
our homeless absence of cooperative self-identity.

Earth’s co-empathic mind,
fascinating investments producing ego-divestments,
where nature’s nutrition cultivates spiritual-mental health,
left righteousness.

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History of WinWin Healthy Politics

While I am usually prepared to forgive historians
for their plutocratic tendencies.

We, Earth’s vast rabble of anthrocentric well-wishers,
usually prefer our political leaders,
our health and motivational professionals,
our community and economic leaders,
and at least our own parents and teachers
to demonstrate more democratically generous preferences
for remembering and sharing healthy powers,
not quite so royally elitist “We know best”.

I, for one and all,
prepared to celebrate more cooperatively inclusive historians
with democratic healthy wealth,
radical abundance of co-empathic truths with heart-felt beauty.

May Earth’s Great Transitional Publishing and Marketing Houses
shine upon their deep nondual co-arising politically rambunctious souls.

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