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Too Long Winter

In long winters
when curious bears hibernate,

When even those few songbirds left behind
are stoically silent
at their least amorous time,

When uneven bare trees and bushes
retire into aptic
dormant
deep naked entropy,

It is sadly seasonally appropriate
to barely live outside robotic,
lethargic,
frozenly mechanistic
and yet deeply empathic,
simultaneously.

Then springs Spring!
Let synaptic mania
swell up again,

Open the windows
and darkening doors
to set this home and love
in fresh-incoming order

Resiliently resonant enough
to last through sweltering dog days
of co-empathic musky slumbering
buzzing
drowsy summer,
fat with greens
united,
and not uncuriously uniform.

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April Love

We began our late winter do-over
with a dirty ceramic bowl
during a too-much snowstorm.

Well, no,
obviously that’s not where this rebirth story begins
but neither is a cream-colored
and clean
bowl
where this story ends.

Anyway,
I look at Matilda’s mac and cheese bowl
from the RaggedyAnn frosty night before
while an early morning April Fool’s snow blanket
arises perfectly
peacefully
majestically
and really too wetly
outside our kitchen windows.

I wash his late night
and lunch-time dishes all the time,
with grateful precision.

Not all the time,
but frequently,
poignantly,
yet he washes his dishes
without touching Matilda’s or mine.

Why would our Cooperative WinWin Gamer
not see how inappropriately WinLose
this is?

Never mind about disrespectful
and possibly selfish.
How does this lack of awareness
betray us,
a more or less functional
resilient cooperative health service unit?

What does this mean
and what is his message
through medium
of round crusty artifact?

I do his dishes
because I”m washing dirty dishes
so I don’t have to look at them,
or smell them,
and so they don’t attract pests
when they are not well rinsed
by RaggedyAnn frosty nubian princesses.

Is this because I am a responsible adult
and a parent of hurt children?
And he is not?

And, if so,
then why would our WinWin Gamer
assume it’s OK
to not act like a responsible young adult
and Cooperative Gaming Sibling?

Facilitator,
both teacher and regenerational student
of healthy resilient life-skills.

Is this message ageist,
and/or anti-parental?
Downsides of Peter Panism,
Eastern Innocence
without strong ecocentrically mature roots,
yet.

So I asked him
about why leaving dirty bowls is OK
for him
regardless of who started it.
And we talked cooperatively WinWin
together
about why they aren’t so great for me,
and possibly us.

That helped us
both to see ourselves
and each other
in some ways
newborn clean bowl differently.

It was about then
this magical early spring snowstorm
faded toward partly sunny
and shoulder-warmer.

 

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Spring Rain Memories

On these warmer spring nights
we rock in our front porch swing
hearing rain gurgle through satiated soil,
dialects of liquid reflection
speaking about our day,
past days,’
future days of love,
surrendering to dark spring rain intimacy,
but a passing car
spraying wet exhausting whines of power
reminds me you are no longer here.

We speak through smiles
of how we would be
when we ruled our worlds
with less mediocrity,
yet sad you are not here
to hear
what we remember
in my head,
my body warm
against this spring wet breeze.

We hear our breaths
praising stars hidden beyond dark rain night
but resonantly singing soprano arias
while we breathe in to sing back and out together,
but you are not here,
within this future memory of us,
failure to appear
now as here with me
to feel your love
more than an echo in my porch swing mind.

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May Fog

This foggy sky
darkly and relentlessly rains
especially for an early May morning.

He is not prepared for darkness
seeping in from new-born leaves,
not yet full grown
into this year’s tree-lacing dress,
soaking in from saturated soil,
slurping into his complexly relaxing empathic soul.

Perhaps this open quality
endears him to those few who could ever know him
enough to watch him,
watching,
noticing,
hoping for less rain inside today,
each day,
all Earth’s Days.

Wet liturgical Mays
dissolve his Taurean ways.

Yet, for him, right now,
such dark openness yawns too large
for even one dreary lonely hour
of self-isolation.

His two medically complex clients have gone,
as usual,
Monday morning until late afternoon.
Today, as he contemplates his decadent ways,
he misses their distracting charms.
Each so different.
YinYin so loudly Trumpian,
post-millennial triumphalist,
but also with some significant undiagnosed bipolar control issues.
Meanwhile Yang,
unable to speak or sign,
so hidden,
yin-shy shadow of rich warm love,
immersed in life’s right-now ripe composting time,
each moment,
graciously emerging from his co-arising past
to spin toward future yang-yin equipoise memories
of time’s karmic grace.

But, right now he must sustain thru dark raining dreams of suicide
without them.
He suffers withdrawal from feeling needed,
unworthy of becoming truly wanted.

Ironic,
a PermaCultural Family EcoTherapist,
actually achieving good polycultural outcomes
with his broken clients,
the one highly de-specialized professional wheelhouse
most needed to accelerate global networking
cooperative outcomes,
challenging each family and all climatic systems
with Yang-encultured dominance,
right here and now in this post-millennial generation
of ecologically balancing great and small,
daily transitions,
yet he feels hopeless,
not knowing where he could ever begin again
so late in this biological incarnation
already showing concerns that “Black Lives Matter”
but maybe not so much old black,
or white,
or even green lives matter
beyond their retiring biofunctional usefulness.

We all help make great compost when we die.
It’s getting in there,
completing the job,
embracing the vocation,
once and for all,
that continues to challenge life as EgoDeath love.

How does one retiring PermaCultural Therapist
best contribute to this time,
this ecosystem,
this community,
this family,
this primal relationship with Earth
and all Her tribal dialects
and languages
and species
and multicultural diversities of life and death cycles
and recycles,
and repurposes?

Probably reading F Scott Fitzgerald’s issues about cultural decay
and ethical integrity of bodies and minds
ingesting and regurgitating Earth’s generous beauty
is rather like sitting under a rain-drenched tarp,
writing stories of suicidal dissipation,
while Earth calls for Revolutionary EcoTherapists
to heal Her as she cries,
this early May morning,
under foggy dripping skies.

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Were You There?

Were you there
when we nailed health culture
to the cross?

Weren’t you there?
I thought we were all there!
Wasn’t that our Big Bang of an Idea?

Let’s just forgive each other for all that angry history
of hurt and loss and painful suffering,
torture and lapses into extermination of subpopulations
based on quite a list of characteristics,
gender and sexuality, age, religion,
occupation, attire,
placement of domicile within v without walls
of acquisitive EgoAnthro-possession,
and on and on….
Then too we have all that slavery,
adding commodification to the domestication
of our value for healthy human mindbodies.

So, yes, the nail of Angry Cultural Climate
pierces Left’s deductive memory screaming past
irrationally unacceptable tolerance
of collective cognitive-affective dissonance
when we are invited into Easter’s new-life resonance
of regenerative health trends.

But, I also thought we were all there
in our more global RNA-centered Right Yin MindBody,
terrified of AnthroEgo’s biosystemic culture
of climatic transitions toward timeless demise.
How could YHWH continue to be Father
to Son’s Becoming
and yet let His beloved EgoSon die?

Did we misunderstand something about our shared
“child of YHWH” status?
Might we be our Father’s first RNA Creation Story,
told and retold through bicameral beating
and breathing
and noticing dipolarity of Time’s Him/Her Self-regeneratively
healthy evoluting climate?

I thought our primal crucifixion story
was our co-redeeming health and safety self-perpetuation narrative
of love as synergetic therapy
for angry history
and fear of future shortage of YHWH-Time CoPresent;
you know, the hellfire and brimey damnation scenarios
all the way through
“I never have enough quality time for myself” plot-lines,
long-reiterated cognitive-affective dissonance
and dismay and decay
and all negatively correlated
with healthy, regenerate YHWH-flow
of Time’s co-arising Positive trends
(notnot negative, and binomial/bilateral, equivalent),
eating and sleeping,
communing in generous nutritional climates.

So, how do we get to this true Easter cultural climate
without first getting ourselves down
off that Left-brain over-dominant cross?

I suppose this is where the Right-brain comes in,
concave and dipolar-temporal recessive tomb,
embracing Ego-purgation.
But, you know, I find it a whole lot easier
to trust it feels and is much safer,
perhaps even a bit relaxing and contenting,
to purge my lungs
when I know we have plenty of fresh nutrition,
healthy cultural climate
to breathe right back in again.

Left-Right bicameral ecoconscious Evolutionaries,
Permaculturist Bodhisattva Warriors,
EcoTherapists and Occupiers,
Medicine Care Optimizers and 7-Generation Sustainers,
PolyPathic Mystics of Revolutioning Peace,
New ZeroInterest Investors
and Lifestyle Mentors and Teachers,
Cooperative Networkers and Game Designers,
it’s PostMillennial Time
to design an Easter
cooperative economics
with polycultural politics
actively co-networking Communion!

We keep telling ourselves
this same creation Easter story
every year.
You can’t spring Easter season
of new cooperative healthy growth outcomes
without first investing
decompositional temporal-dialectic analysis time
in tomb of winter.
And, you can’t dwell within this purgative-embryonic tomb
as womb,
without first letting yourself down from all those angry crosses
and using them to devise
primal permacultural mapping strategies
for WinWin health and equity outcomes
this climatic summer of Time’s DiPolar Diastasis.

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SuperEco’s Silent Revolution

I belong within writing
speaking diastatic silence;
ringing resonant rising revolution,
enthymematic with round revolving reach,
risk relaxing
full-octave riot,
quiet content consonance,
storming streams of confluently invisible systems,
sentient string
adventing SuperEco’s
TransIt regenerating story,
advent’s stealthy camouflage adventure
deep despair diving,
then diastolic drifting back and up
and out beyond sonorous super-surfing seasons
sweeping flight to gather night might,
speaking slyly depth dreaming
down steaming volcanoed channels
reaching vortex roots of listening,
Earth,
Core,
Chi-Soul,
(0) superational
informating
universal
metasystem
Tao.

Way-Speak!
Truly and Justly shout diastatic enchantment
beloving contention churning
charring future’s compost of content-ment,
informating reason seasons
fine and far purposed meanings
boiling trim prime channel tipping
turning spinning dissonant waves
spilling bipolar surf of Tao balancing Yang/Yin icons
revolving temperamental Cross
examinations and analysis
strategies and games
trans-actions
TransIt
prime relation
ecological economy.

Straining Yang TransIt from West toward East
reversing Yin SuperEcho sweeps back
eco-ing East through West
like longing lingering eternal binomial entity
loitering leisurely languish within belonging,
becoming being,
TransIt’s SuperEco,
Yin’s right spins left-absent
good’s eviL entropy
wrestling Live organic voices
murmuring co-intelligence
pulsing resystemorphing,
messaging massaging rhythm’s blood flows
flying nutrient prime nucleic frequencies
echoing past IdEntities
of stormy still-dancing
through memory’s operatic veins
and rivers swan swollen,
Spring’s raucous
raw-cussing roaring
songs singing
silent ringing.

TransIt ring belongs
writing spoken diastasis,
Balance Beloving SuperEco.

Binomial Balancing
Being (0) Tao

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Tao Calendar

Where did we come from?

asked winter, of gratitude.

Who and what are we becoming and belonging?

asked spring, of hope.

Where are we going?

asked summer, of faith.

How did we get here, again?

asks fall, with incarnating grace,

winnowing harvest’s climatic outcomes,

regenerative, redeem-and-balance, economic mind.

 

Each life,

and all life,

is a coincidental ReGenesis Project.

How are yours coming along?

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Naked Tree Roots

During summer leaves fill in each tree’s outline,

a green cloud of camouflage identity,

within a fluttering sea of interdependent flowing, blowing leaves,

breathing in and out,

pulling up sap from well-composted roots of fertile wealth,

pushing out oxygen–hydrogen bath for air.

 

But, in the fall, calico coats float to the ground,

leaving naked each tree’s individual trunk,

pointing graceful branched individuality toward its own bimorphically latticed progenitor,

its hidden root system

who’s purpose disappears without comprehending beauty,

elegance,

the majestic dignity of each tree’s syncretic meaning in our planet’s atmosphere,

lungs for Mother Earth.

Yet this Tree of Life’s understory grows down and in toward Earth’s warm womb,

as if reaching for a dark-limned sky,

roots toward past searching strings of information down, down, out, back to our dawn of light,

and space,

and this bicameral self-perpetuating tree iconic Universe.

 

In Fall of abundantly fertile grace,

this vision opens for all to see,

each naked tree reverse-rooted,

growing up,

still reaching toward light of sun,

Yin-Mother Earth concavely pushes up

wrapped within each root to become hard formed,

to receive Father Sky’s teasing caress,

to shamelessly embrace all who breathe.

 

As Earth’s blanket of summer’s Yang-fullness subsides,

leaves fall,

and Yin-limned standing shadows inform,

interdependently erect,

roots intertwined,

polyculturing yolk embedded,

while a visceral gray army of forested Elders wave

creaking and groaning during winter’s stark-naked cold breeze,

shivering,

shriveling seeds hibernating dreams of warmth dawn spring.

 

Our permacultured purpose lavishly exposed with redundant Tree of Life icons,

graced roots pushing up karmic development,

evolving and resolving seasonally,

each one a zero-sum development from seed-skin,

covering internal format-rooted precisely the same within each species,

diversifying across our polycultured global forest floor and sea.

 

If humane nature chooses to rejoin the natural balance of Elder trees,

then we may realize this explicated polynomial positive Information,

+e-function-rooted,

does indeed equal

implicated negative (Yin-concave) metaphysically intuited mythic narrative string.

DNA-encoded limitations inhibit irrational boundary issues,

we respond to chronic dissonance between Left-Right hemispheric sensory receptors autistically,

frequency code prime relationship standards confused,

thirsty for thermodynamic 4-dimension based,

prime temporal progenitive,

Hilbert spacetime valued form and function,

an explicating convex skin covering magnetic polar

compassion–

through heart, lungs, mind,

this autonomic information system enthymematically shies,

intuited within and before each hunch

rooted in balanced resonance,

resolving,

patterns of fit with biometrically analogous experience.

 

Our sideways “8” eternity symbol

iconic of our Left and Right universes for optimizing life,

bicameral icon eyes grow equi-dimensional.

Production of trees and forests,

seas and polycultural systems

explain the meaning of nature’s phenomenally rooted regenerative system.

 

YangTree: Hi. Positive polynomial up here. What’s your name?

YinTree: Not-Polynomial Negatively in-grown rooting system?

Yang: Of course, so sorry to extrude,

but who are you, I could notice, speaking positively?

Yin: Not You, yet including your resonant memory string of EarthSelves used to be,

and Self becoming once again,

crossing regenerative Spring’s permaculture threshold.

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Seasonal Temperaments

Falling breeze sweeps winter’s advent psalms,

before this Great Return,

before spring’s gratitude,

cold shouldering attitude of deep sad ecology,

underlying Earth’s crisp frosty skin,

Mother’s richly warm composting womb

weeping advent

hibernapping cocoon

quietly composting metamorph,

dark grey diastatic revolution,

polyculturing baptism issuing second birth,

our EarthTribe Species,

Shaman Warriors,

Femalist Caretakers

co-regenerating

mentor seeds predicting our future Tree of Life

producing leaves of days of seasons

green,

diversely spectral, falling,

barren,

budding,

then green again,

growing fertile flowers, future generosity,

each informed seed predicting future efficacious roots,

reaching down and out

generating tender tendril networks

from inclusive fertile wealth,

investments sapping succulance,

cooperative heartbeats,

breathing interdependently,

symbiotically,

synergetically,

radiantly toward ecological regenerates,

health-systemic leaves,

producing an abundant crop

of air for Mom to breath

as She gives labor to this

Her last Great Transition

to produce a balancing bipolarity,

by reducing Left-brained Yang-convexish domidance,

slow-growing cooperative eco-normic EarthTribe,

not so much competing ego-manic SelfStamped-Pride.

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Tao’s Raining Mountain

A mountain of information is our species

some currently incarnating

some reincarnating

some diskarmating

decaying

over-diastolic

dia-sated with trim-tabbing

exterior and above

fat-filled dissonance;

interior within elder wisdom,

peace about justice and love’s sustained future.

 

This mountain is coincidental

culturally reweaving information string

of each Self

a humaned “Me!”

 

More mountain reflective,

more eisegetical,

less Orthodox,

yet not insanely heretic,

we communicate our formation,

our in-formed tribal

culture’s naturally sensionic cooperative identity.

What we say is what we are

until  renewing strains

push out resonant full-stringed songs.

 

We are Earth’s Information Tribe

part of Native Nature Nation.

Human natural shamans

enculturing our information string

retelling our inclusive story,

magnetic waves of lavish bi-linear

erupting springish youth

to saturate each sensory surface

with compost

growing enculturative strings

of dancing poetry

recycling down and egging in

toward Mountain’s yinnish river core

raining up reversed temporal flow.

 

Form fractally flows up

emerging out from Time Mountain’s (0) Core

positively confluent streams of

egg-meet-sperm frequencies

form meets functioned dia-bi-metered

norming radiant empowered

North re-binomial ellipse

dawn’s graceful lava

implicately placed for spacetime’s positive pleasuring

nutritious composting wealth

of sequined information,

North radiantly autonomic frequency default.

 

We weave our mountain

within a volcanic range

stringing back to stardust

and forth toward well-flowed

Earth genetic story.

 

Home on the range

where binomials roam

North toward Yang summer’s fullness

and South toward Yin winter’s hybergetic wake advent-ure

to spring again as lavish spacetime’s Tao rain.

 

Mountain’s skies are just-cloudy at night.

 

 

 

 

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