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Full-Bodied Wineskin

Souls manifest bodies

as bodies incarnate souls.

Spirituality incarnates human reflective nature

as religion graces human redemptive natural systemic comprehension.

Ecologos manifests eco-nomial Prime Relationship

as economics incarnates ecologic,

as incarnation karmas grace,

as Yang fills Yin’s genesis potential.

 

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To Communion Mentors

Hosting optimized self-perpetuating

self-sustaining

self-defining regenerative spaces

for eco-logical cooperative choice-making

emerges a wise,

if maybe kinda spooky shamanic,

vocation.

Eco-facilitation mentors normative orthopraxis

with Optimally Continuous Quality Improvement (OCQI)

performance standard permaculture design

and Original positive teleological Intent.

 

While holding eco-normic actions,

natural systems emerge more fully, globally,

from well-composted soil.

Economic sanity issues diastolically withdrawn

from ego-dominant irrationality.

Whether my faith declares

our ecological spiritual rights of nature,

or my intelligence designs

my-our ecological natural rights of biometric function,

divestment from extractive commodity-rooted over-investment

predicts richer and deeper yields,

with less risk of loss and dissonance,

within cooperatively rooted diversity of Earth.

 

Economic systems sustain self-optimizing Trees of Life

when we invest every breath

moment

thought

discussion

discernment

choice

meme

paradigm in cooperative inclusive Earth-Care spaces,

shared karmic vocation to grow

our mutually parasitic polyculturing economy.

 

Pathology has over-valued ego-dominant win-lose

unredeeming strategies

so our permaculture wise design

discovers therapy divesting of egocentric

incorporated

commodified

self-swelling strategies to win alone,

as if no longer interdependently

generating the very air we breathe

sounds we hear,

frequencies we see,

rhythms we prehend.

 

We are learning nature’s deep eco-logic,

regenerative optimization invests in (0) sum global

win-win fair-share policies,

mutually prioritizing our subsidiarity to Earth’s logic,

radiantly warm and light passive-solar consuming,

producing our revolving seasonal economic orbit,

webbing, weaving, warping global network,

tipping toward Original Intent’s Omega point,

pacific eco-mindful balancing orthopraxis.

 

Green Revolution evolution

resolving dissonance within this Great Transition season,

producing new leaves of grass-fed transactions,

exchanging gratitude for winter’s hibernation,

as Right-brained Yin inductively, eco-inclusively, leans

balancing her over Yanged Left-brain dominance

of ego-centric individualism.

 

Discovering spirit,

uncovering nature.

Nothing more,

if nothing less, or left over, or lost to

non-polynomially entropic despair,

hopelesssly confusing chaos.

Earth’s righteously regenerative design

reveals spirit’s leftover,

emergently abundant grace of incarnation,

our (0)-sum win-win global game

positively balanced spacetime economy,

thermomagnetic balanced deep ecologic harmony,

less marching in extractive market squares,

more dancing in globally networking circles,

singing active peace

wisdom’s permaculturing psalm.

 

Greatest effect with least loss,

suffering,

winnow higher risk investments

selecting,

saving,

redeeming cooperative orthopraxis,

our polyculture’s historic meaning

confluently drawing

resolving

each soul’s unformed eco/ego-balancing function.

 

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Spacetime Lament

I.

I’ve said it all before,

last time you firmly closed my door.

 

Where have my words dreamed since then,

hiding fugitives in labyrinthine recesses,

backwaters of insane progress

confidently processing toward unknown intent?

 

I’ve feared it all before.

This flirtive closing door

on other sides far too vast

with needs sucking out my lungs

squeezing timid-static heart

closing rich sensory prehensile shutters

until concaving Yin weeps with righteous loneliness.

 

She’s sung it all before

time’s merciless karmic door

open always as before

yet No Admission

without formal dress,

accessorized dysfunction.

 

II.

You’ll say it all again

next time I mercy fuck your home.

 

What will your words do next time,

laughing boldly through primordial eclipse,

surging equinoxing rivers

streaming global madness fear?

 

You’ll find me once again,

my grace-open salvific door.

Death’s other side slowly swims

languidly breathing advent into

fertile faith-ballooning diastasis,

wide-sweeping invite into ego-silence,

warm echo belonging,

blanketing Yang’s eternal karmic kiss.

 

He’ll dance with Yin again

in carnaling EarthTribe’s permacultured soil

zero-carbon holonic balancing

banquet for all Earth to savor

frequent fractal organic fusions.

 

I’ve said this all before

time gave birth to four dia-metric space,

biological, binomial, and bicameral,

in Bucky’s regenerate,

synergetic,

geometric (0) soul-fractal place.

 

III.

Yang encultured power praxis,

male-dominatrix history.

Yin polyculturally integrating harmony,

feminist nutrient permaculture.

Revolve in RNA’s relational fractal structure,

regenerating natural systemic template:

U = +P

C = (-)NP

A = Yang-convex Vertex

G = Yin-concave’s Dark Vortex

cooperatively stringing

reweaving

EarthTribe’s eternal memory code.

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Soul Surfing

Chi-soul slowly shapes my custom-developing surfboard,

a Transformer to sustainably ride this peculiar body

across time’s perpetually cresting potent waves;

 

Up, up on rising racing funnel

to fall a misty tear

back into a sea of glee;

 

Embracing my board

slowly sleeking back out to roots of Time’s Tree

succulently grasping back,

invites the two of us to act as one

riding up again

transforming lotus flowered knots

cross-pollinating seeds of future waves

we belong to surge again.

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Earth Tribe Reprise

God flies fertile information across Earth’s surface.

Goddess grows fertile nutrition beneath ego’s surface,

a root system merging gracefully

with religioning scientific bicameral

octaved harmonies of balance

in a post-millennial P=NP

compost pile of chaotic information

fertile growing flowers

learning what to do with weeds

for greatest effect

with least dissonance.

 

Harmony rejoined

is Goddess Earth regenerate.

 

Polynomial Information refers to

a digital information universe.

In binary universes

all polynomials and non-polynomials

are also binomials

of 1 over 0 magnergetic-bionic polarity;

where 1 is yangish

and 0 is yinnish

as + reverses (-)(-)

and radiance predicts mutual-gravitating roots ergetically double bound

as Yang+Yin

positive-cross-balanced

regenerates ecological Tao.

 

Communication is commodified information.

Noise and dissonance are unmindfully

miscommodified

discommodified

potential re-informative

for those with relentlessly regenerative ears

and eyes

and feelings

and intentional communities as

schools of decommodifying comprehension.

 

No one need apply to join;

we are already here and now

in spacetimed graceful song and dance;

relentlessly resolving comprehension,

building generation to generation,

bridging millennialism.

 

Please co-prehend Earth’s Turquoise  Tribe,

from which you came

to recover

our roots toward (0) soul.

 

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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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