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BreakThrough Boundaries to Trash

Transcending boundaries to trash
transacts through vulnerabilities to crash
into compost cash.

I see and feel strange conjoining
curious listening to speak with old as young.
We carry less allegiance to romance of patriotic memory
than reciprocity through mutual matriotic mercies
we all mighty multiculturally cherish.

Looking back and out across civilizing formations,
we move from active abuse of old and young
as justly disposable
when no longer,
or not yet,
useful
productive
of value to our more middle-aged maturing great transitions
toward Paradise Incorporations.

Still, we have monoculturing neglect.

Neglect of old as young
progressively democratic
replaces abuse,
physical, of ancient patriarchal conquering story,
and still venerable verbal abuse too alive and well.
Some still yell of hell
while old and young tend to degeneratively live there.

Neglect unveils a great transactional opportunity
to personally and politically correct a great wrong,
a failure to communicate less violently,
exclusively,
supremely,
royally,
less just
among our middle-aging Yangish selves.

While admittedy a caricature,
hyperbole of double-bound contrasting faces,
which in any one day
in one middle aging life
may ubiquitously shape-shift back to trash
and forth to compost treasures,
what we neglect through agism
and who we neglect through sexism
and why we neglect through racism
all goes back to two permaculturing ways
of communicating with and about
what is mere trash to LeftBrain dominance
is also potential curious compost
to RightBrain sacred ecology.

If too much energy
is wasted on our old and young,
that fits right in with a disposable,
and yet another overpopulated,
society with internal uncivil conflicts
about anti-social communications
against and about throw away allegiances
to Earth’s natural justice
as retribution for failure to succeed
yet, for our young,
and still, for our old.

But, we have this older matriarchal alternative principle
that Yang’s overwrought and under-valued Trash
is also yin’s wu-wei potential robust compost,
especially with a middle-age dominant culture
respecting full circles of restorative mercy
to listen and play with and work beside,
to drum and sing and dance with our old and young,
to vote and march and prayer circle with old through infant solidarity
praise as thanksgiving
as gratitude for once again
evolving our humane potential
toward cherishing our mutual reciprocities
more than dismissing and having to throw away
our oppositional allegiances
to mere middle class
middle age
heterosexual over bisexual fear of internal implied transexual
white v black v brown v red v blue v green mid-range inclusive confusions
presumably requiring some form and flow
of over-yanged retributive correction
back toward redistributing most of our mature and aging wealth
to an exhausted global middle-aged class
unwilling to post-millennially see
find
discover
uncover
recover restoration of mercy for all,
regardless of age, etc,
is a more tried and true polycultural outcome model
for regenerativity of healthy compost
rather than further degeneration of our worthless self-loathing trash.

I feel curious conjoining
of sacred ancient restoring ecotherapies
with infants learning profound differences
between throwing out old allegiances to lifestyles
redistributing unwanted trash
and cherishing our reciprocal restorations
of priceless future compost,
memories of song and dance and laughter and legislation,
of restored rage and marching and wheeling registration
toward infant through ancient polyculturing love
for regenerational restorations,
mutual mercies of personal as political compassion
incarnations,

Political incorporations
restoring middle-aging trash
to timeless treasured compost for all our ages
past through yet to become
fully more than infantile allegiance
to trashing RightBrain without LeftBrain languaged
compost creolizing imaginations

Transcending boundaries to trash
through vulnerabilities to crash
into bicameral cooperative compost cash.

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Slice and Dicey EcoFeminists

We could invite many ways
to slice and dice the prism
EcoFeminist.

I first ran into this label
when spoken by a sexual advocate
in the early 70s
at the University of Michigan,
from the mouth of a transgendering ecofeminist
who felt more matriotic about land and people and plants
than patriotic about a nation and state
whose laws,
and the paternalistic parents of those laws,
declare s/he had no right to exist,
certainly not propogate.
No right to love
whom s/he loved
in her proud
and loyal
and honorable
and grateful ecofeminist way.

I can more dimly hear ecofeminist
as an ecologist
who happens to also be a feminist,
but this lacks sufficient resonance and resolution for me.

I can hear ecofeminist
as feminist
who also happens to know about her/his natural environment
and yet this planet inspires feelings of fertile interdependence
as healthy
and would better expire laws of nature
devoid of wealthy co-relationship,
wherein human nature
stands godlike patriarchal and supremely above
our agribusinesses of generic commodified nature
to declare humane wealth
measured only by this quarter’s productivity
intended to leave all fields and forests and oceans barren
before moving on
to our next hostile ecopolitical takeover.

To me,
fully articulating my ecofeminist heart and mind
cannot separate this scientist of Earth’s biosystems
from our fertile-loving nurturance of health,
our most abundant echoing and regenerating cross-trained selves.

EcoFeminists
fade and fail when personal health outcomes
are depoliticized from national and international lands and oceans,
as well as removed from local and bioregional wealth production,
without co-balancing healthy educational consumption.

Feminist ecologists
abundantly cooperatize, optimize,
when personal health ownership reflects our land and water,
fire and wind wealth of ecosystemic
economic
co-investing balance.

EcoFeminists
are radical cooperativists,
singers and dancers and self-entertainers,
planters as harvesters,
birthers before butcherers,
listeners before performers,
speakers
doers
seekers
learners and educators,
parents and mentors,
because this is who we were all born to become
to-gathering ecofeminists.

Our schools,
from preK through post-doctorate,
technical conservation through liberal arts and entertainment,
real estate through real organic wealth,
would each and all do a better job together
of nurturing and growing
and provisioning and providing ecofeminist leaders
if educational curricula
were more permaculturally designed
with ecofeminist divas in the rooms
and in the fields,
and on the seas and rivers,
and not so over infested with unnatural lawyers
who believe our vocations
are to settle for Win some secular health
by losing some sacred wealth,
to teach us why we must not healthy do
as we would most wealthily,
holistically,
cooperatively,
sacredly prefer.

I want to think and feel as a grateful ecofeminist of grace
at school
and church
and mosque
and voting booth
for whom health and wealth
smell and feel and talk together
like Yin reweaving Yang
in co-ecofeminist solidarity,
deep learning regenerations
of (0)Sum
WinWin producing YangSpace
as also consuming Yin PrismedTime.
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Neither ecofeminist educators
nor prisms
could wisely argue
about which lens is most correctly primal
or (0)-prime best.

Healthiest is cooperatively wealthiest
with us all holonic,
Yang sending as Yin receiving
simultaneously WinWin.

Which is the Greatest God of All?
disputes do not emerge from prisms,
rather prisons and schools
and bad faith communities
and fake news communications
of retributive WinLose monopolies
devolving toward LoseLose anti-systemic theories
and nihilistic hypotheses
filling in
until our return to restorative mercies and joys
conjoining EcoFeminist Gaian Principles and Procedures
toward more polyculturing prismatic outcomes
of deep
and rich
and wide nutrition,
health optimizing wealth,
planting seeds of wisdom as we have always eco-harvested.

 

 

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Don’t Tell Me Why We’re Waiting

My favorite radio show
is Wait…Wait, Don’t Tell Me!
on NPR near you.

But, it has bothered me,
over the years,
a snagging voice in sign-off background,
threatening the host will see me again next week,
as if that was the answer we had awaited,
and so hoped he would not tell us.

Why does he lie to me?
Deliberately or otherwise?
Did he not notice his is a radio show?
Isn’t the point that I don’t have to go anyplace
to be seen?
Nor need I look in his direction
to enjoy his show and tell.

This untruth could be like Ray Charles
telling his audience he will see them next time.
Either an embarrassing mistake
or a revolutionary news story
so dryly understated
it went almost without saying to his death.

Although at least he might truthfully say:
I will smell you with your money again next week,
or even hear you.
Although with Ray
I think my hearing point
would be the other way around.

Why not the truth?
We’ll be back again next week,
same time,
same station.

A little traditional.
Perhaps a twitch of self-promotion.
But, at least not an outright threatening misconception.

Which got me thinking
about how I kept hearing Trump’s campaign promises
as both personal and environmental threats
for way bad climates to continue
on all of these tired stations,

And whether he now has any idea
that each time he reminds us
of what a great job he and his beloved are doing
and please tune in again next week,
we continue hearing that as menacing reassurance
that he is insanely unattached,
detached in absence from,
unavailable for processing
how scary we find his anti-healthy outcome standards
for public sector administrative leadership performance,
usually more WinWin,
and considerably less about covering one’s own
Win some-Lose some
private bought and sectored butt.

I’m not so sure he’s doing such a good job
compared to,
well,
most any processor of information
of any multiculturing species
including those who claim they saw and actually listened to me
again last week
about how his comedic success both promises
and reassures us
of further tragic despair
as I think and feel what’s already not left of healthy wealth
for my own special needs and opportunities kids
trying to live in healthing climates,
and not quite so much pathologizing,
who may not reassure anyone
about what a great job they are doing
taking care of even themselves,
but that is honest;
this family is about and for transparent integrity.
At least we know when we’re sucked up
to by psycho-phantic
‘non-political’
moneychasing machines,
more mindful of badnews robotics
than goodnews gospel teachers.

We will also not be fooled into believing
we can be seen and heard by a public sector self-promoter
just because he threatens to come back again next week
to do this same monoculturing elitist thing again
that we know has only one-badway happened truthfully,
same time,
same sad and not quite true
yet still
kinda funny
spacetime NPR station

Playing
Wait Wait,
Don’t Tell Me
public sectors can’t really quite see private ears,
can you?
despite all our weeks
of mindfully listening
to our tragic comedy
threats as promises
together?

 

 

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Wind Whispering CoMessiahs

Mentors of the BeeTrees

From NorthWinds
come darkening winter
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

From SouthWinds
come summer’s diastasis
climax of full-born wisdom
of contentment for and from all four directions
spread across sleeping hearts
of each nighttime regeneration.

From normalizing WestWind toward East colonializing
patriarchal harvest
comes abundant fall in grace
of grace
from grace fulfilled in heartier summer,
for grace processing
through deep long winter winds
of (0)-souls abundantly newborning.

From EastWind springs
nondually co-arise
good news as Easter strawberries
full and blood-red regenesis
well ahead of co-redeeming dreams
for other berries to come after white lillies lead
around green connifers
promising full summer’s heat
by learned lighttime
on this first day
of all gratitude
yet to reborn come
leaders of berries
and birds
and baby bodhisattvas
of all four winds,
each with their season,
reasons
rational Tao gratitudes
and irrational Confusion platitudes
of sacred yet secular ecology.

From NorthWinds
winter water darkens
within discontent
newborn,
dreams dawning
future seasons of gratitude
with summer’s fullblown positive attitude.
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As I awake this morning
I remember a song I taught my more oppositionally disposed daughter:

I love you
and you might love me
even if I couldn’t
re-align my four B’s,
brain,
and branches,
and belly,
and butt
these four aligned
good government.

If you do
then I will too.

It was part of a dream
as I awoke this morning
I remembered EarthTribe is no longer the same population
living within that song
as when I went to bed
last night.

A few of us have died.
A few have been new born.

And so it goes each morning
since I was that new born
overwhelmed by all the collective Four-B wisdom
of older dreams
awakening each morning
to discover a few more have joined us,
coming along behind,
and a few more ahead
are now beyond any further potential
for re-alignment leadership
or even long-lived Fractal-B hums of silent listening.

And so I will go that last night
now leading those who listen
for a swelling population of EarthTribe Crystal-B Voices
greeting each new born pioneer
who joins us for this Earth training turning journey,

Vocation for wiser co-aligning Elders
as just normal-aptic naptime for others
just now begun
for whom we join our minds as one
in and with and for and of
peace-filling co-gratitude.

I wonder if our purist unity as EarthTribe
is only RightBrain known and felt in dreams
where reptiles and mammals and amphibeans
like beans and corn and squash
all process more alike than separate,
more interdependently than empty,
without distinctions arising sexism,
without separations co-arising racism,
without asseverational appositions causing self-righteous violence
unless we know these as unruly nightmares
begging to grow more restorative mercy
and thereby less necessity for retributive harsh justice,
patriarchal vengeance is ours!
as EarthTribe slowly shape-shifts repopulation
between each daily-nightly evolving frame
roundly rolling along spacetime’s polypathic avenues
becoming not exactly who we were yesterday,
as there is not sufficient time to quite grasp it all so much
in one timeless time,
just as, in RealTime,
unlike Common DreamTime,
we cannot quite get back
to (0)Sum original habitat
of spacetime’s full-blown diastatic revolution,
still home, disappointed yet again.

But,
maybe tomorrow night
this resonant resolution
may yet come to last
for tomorrow’s recast EarthTribe,
polyprotagonists
yet perpetually interdependent underdogs,
(read: bitches, eco-witches, Sacred EarthMothers, and MotherTrees,
no anonymous underdog identities undemocratically meant to be
unpolitically correctly excluded)
depending on your preferred bulldog or the b-word identity
of protagonizing ecojustice dreams
where Paradise Lost
looks more same than different
throughout today’s reborn
post-creolizing,
millennializing,
degenerating still,
then through this timeless multi-speciating dream,
more double-binding than simplistic (0)Sum LoseLose
degeneration with regeneration
for no one wakes up tomorrow
to re-create gratitude for dawn’s newborn delight
in FourB eco-alignments
more interdependently flying together
than degeneratively coming apart.
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Up from NorthWinds
comes darkening winter water
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

 

 

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Social Climbing Jacob’s Ladder

I wrestle with against vulnerable boundaries
to invasive intimacy,
left unlanguaged yet right felt dismay
could not sustainably remain
without being said outloudlyish
in some bicameral bilateral bipolar balancing brainiac
polypathically left merely cooperationalizing,
creolizing Sacred Elders feeling self-righteous
matriarchal nutritionisms,
spiritual and diminished secular scientissues
falling failing OtherWise,
hypothetical proofs of co-incidence.

Knock knock.

Who’s there?

Not not coincidentally here.

I wish.
Go notnot away.

Where dissonance grows troubling
such dismay’s source is left label searched for
within economic causes
secular with sacred ecological effects
to become biologically expected
in and through bilateral regenerational returns,
depending on the faith systemic word choices preferred
by All EarthLives Matter
sacred ecosystemic recoverers,
co-listening
deep mutual learners
comfortable in tranquil ponds
of lucid equal harmonies
ringing double-boundaries
singing
winging
flinging not here not now
invisible hypotheses
of Zero-Core bicameral bilaterality.

Rich loving mentors,
teachers,
but please,
not another preacher
of cognitive patriotism
against affective ecofeminist intuitive self-defense
began against
lunar-scheduled matriotism,
offense against solar Yanger
wanger
bangers,
Pi to pay
the multiculturing pipers,
ecofitters,
multiculturing quilters
and organic happy, sometimes a little high,
farmers
of antiquity,
herstoric myth tellers
and legend gossips
and polypathic paradigming architects
exforming evolutionary incarnations
as revolutionary reverse-notnot
evolutionary
yet as now appositionally bilateral
absence of cognitive-affective dissonant
boundaries of vulnerably echoing reiterative transparency,
both ego threat of rightwing dominant terrorism
and eco-opportunity,
left with right wing ego/eco-dominance
as positive psychology
and EarthTribe EcoJustice
complicated redisunprecovery
of often deep dense politics.

All about atomizing power
both/and wavey-linear flow.

Wherein we wrestle with,
but preferably not against,
vulnerable boundaries
about too invasive double-binding intimacy
left unlanguaged
yet right felt dismay
sung in
and through thin
diminished dissonance.

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Matriotic Parenting Trees

Parents
exercising totalitarian rights
to abuse and neglect WinWin family governance resolutions
for restoring peace with EarthJustice climates,
develop unfortunate children
perpetually longing
for their revengeful turn
at decompositional bat.

Families pulling through well-anchored weeds
of life’s,
love’s,
collected and too quickly grown redundant detritus,
hoping to break free into a center pond of tranquility,
fond spacetime place,
to escape entrapment of loss
and mere mortal limitations
of and for restoring justice
to remaining boundary areas
of vulnerability,
integrity with unsettled loss,
decomposition,
restraints of relationships
producing sad loves
regret for restraint
when letting go of LeftBrain only oars,
taking slower time to float
more deeply
richly
co-learning fuller depths and heights
within yin willow shrubs
reaching down for retribution’s thirsty waters
and yang cedar canopied giants
cooperatively waving up
preaching of centering
harmonizing
restoring winds
of late summer morning delight.

Parenting
is like growing and knowing trees,
both forward into regenerative futures
and backward
down toward their nutritious
Elder willowing,
culture creolizing,
sacred transubstantiating
root centers.

Vraksha mother tree functions
are economically
and, more sacredly, ecologically
cut
and yet politically
virgin uncut.

Mahiruha people
grow both on and in
EarthMothers.

Sakhi trees
have cooperative evolving arms and olive branches
and therefore multiculturing sacred roots.

Padapa people
inhale therapeutic water
through our natural root systems
as we exhale enlightenment
through our languaged falling leaves
of abundant harvest trees.

Taru trees
bring cooling shade to EarthTribes
yet heat and fuel
through winter’s NewMoon
lack of bright.

Agama parents
cannot move their RightWingOnly Exegetical Traditions
yet can wave
and weave
an reweave history
through cooperative
patriarchal-matriarchal bicamerolling nights.

Palasi trees
have enlightening leaves
so also central common trunks
cooperative with healthbound nutrition,
up and down
toward sacred reforesting root systems.

Vanaspati people
are those bearing only fruit
and harvesting only our most polypathically healthy seeds.

Vanaspatya trees
fruit
and flower
and pollinate cooperatively
and deflower competitively.

Osadhi parents
die after fruitful life ripens
and before fruits
now beloved before,
currently repotentiate.

Virudhi willow shrubs
and Yang cedar forests
reach root systemically sacred down
toward re-baptismal multiculturing waters,
yet preaching up,
of,
and for
reweaving canopied cooperatives
of co-gravitating
late summer
healthy winds.

Parents
exercising MotherTree EarthRights
to restore reforesting justice
well beyond center ponds of freedom for willows
exhale
anticipating cedar’s mighty polypathic inhale
through waving canopies
of shading sunlight,
recreating networks
of dappling rainbow delight.

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PoliSciences and MultiArts

This question rises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
Is democracy ecologically healthier
than monoculturing theocracy,
than totalitarian anti-democracy?

Raising ghostly reminders
that food is also objectively neutral,
lying midway between good food
and junk food,
nutritions
and toxins.

And climate change
also lies midway
in-between climate polyculturing health
and climates of monocultural pathology.

And healthy mind-bodies nondually ourselves
also lie between
good humored health
and bad and angry and terrorizing lack of health.

Where we draw our Tipping Point lines
and marching squares of advocacy
and circles of co-operating conspiracies
between egosystemic humane nature
and eco-centric Earth nurture
feeding in as out,
growing polycultural productions
by shrinking monoculturish dominating consumptions,
these are each (0)MidWay Core
wu-wei
regenerations with degeneration recycles,
growing good wealthy civil democracies
by starving bad health supremacist plutocracies.

This response arises
from poli sciences and humane arts,
we each and all lie between and transubstantially across
radically benign democracy development
and reactionary anti-democracy demise,
disempowering dissonances
of multi-race
and poly-sex
and wealthy historic cultures
competing violence
without regenerative distinctions
that make holistic healthing
co-operatively non-violent
therapeutic differences.

Is my internal democratic cooperative governance
ecologically healthier
than nationalistic
supremacist
totalitarian
anti-democracy?

 

 

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The Prophet Speaks

Racism,
and sexism
and violent capitalism
are as American
and as bad for you
and your kids
as pre-millennial rotten and burned-out apple pie-makers
and their EarthPatriotic kids,
learning
and living
and health loving post-millennial
WinWin co-operators
against LoseLose
racism
and sexism
and violent capitalism
as AntiAmerican
as burning-out
and hanging-out
and banging-out
and harming the health in any way,
of matriotic apple-pie makers.

So said,
rather more than less,
one of the ancient river campers
speaking curbside
before the double-glass front doors
of his Cumberland Farms Cathedral.

In a sad and quiet voice.
Not a position he gloated about
as if he stood morally apart.
Rather,
he speaks of dis-integrity
of our shared powerless positions
as autonomous systems,
struggling through each impoverishing day
of lost good faith youth
for, now, mere survival
when we could become sooo very much lighter
to rediscover
remaining integrity of our identity systems
for cooperative organic thrival.

Outside,
my neighborhood prophet
for world peace
was long and lean
with sun-dried and bronzed wrinkled skin
over muscled sinew,
a long-grey bearded
and skeletal nature mystic,
with clear and open stereophonic memorizing eyes.

Inside,
remembering his times with swimming wet green frogs
and sleek flying flashing ravens,
eagles of EarthPatriotic balance,
both honorable predators
and prey to aging apple pies
regretted and suffered
by long grey-bearded prophetic times
surviving threats and violence of nationalistic racism
and monotheistic sexism
and MightMakesRight capitalism,
WinLose subnormal optimization
of WinWin BothAnd opportunities,
Left integrated in and outside Right-felt memories
of maternal love
far too unmatriotically far behind
for EarthTribe’s cooperative thrival
of these our fit-in
cooperative powerlessness.

So, I asked our neighborhood prophet
if he had mentioned these problems to the Mayor.

“I guess your news for today,
I am the Mayor.”

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Open PolyPathic Universes

Open polynomial eco-metric universes,
multiculturing systems, inside and out
Zero-0 Core RealTime 4D GeoBalanced SpaceTime,
bilaterally harmonic now,
between past and future trending relationships,
WinWin, regenerational
WinLose, through
LoseLose, decompositional.

History’s regenerate cooperative
and decompositionally too-competitive Yanged,
speak together in fractal double-binding appositional octave spirals
of color and music and revolving seasons of health,
rather than dissonant, irregular, special cases
notnot polynomials of reverse-Yintegrity,
nondual co-arising dipolarity
rather than dualistic co-gravitating bipolar monopolistic angers and monoculturing fears,
reweaving dualdark Sacred Black Hole
integrity of potential ecological spacetime warm-wombed relationships
as regenerationally seen and heard,
smelled and tasted,
felt as sacred sensed,
nondual co-arising Tao-RealTime,
4D BiNomial folding and unfolding and refolding
inviting Open EcoPolyPathic EgoSystems
of CoOperative (0)-Soul Integrity,
from which we all began,
EarthTribe
born of Mother Earth’s RNA
and Sacred Great Father SunLight,
Eulerian (0)-Core Prime Relational, fractal-DoubleBind Torus ReGenerational,
polyphonic homology of DNA
born of RNA regenerative WinWin ethology
of Earth’s HealthyWealth Optimization,
LeftInterdependent Love-Yang
DoubleBind Balancing
Right-Vacuous Universe NotNot (0)-Sum YinYin
equals WinWin short through long term
polycultural sustained climaxing revolutionary Yang-ego/WinWin-eco-consciousness.

Economic Yang climaxing (Fuller, aka precessive)
Political WinWin co-gravitating,
nondual ego/eco-balance,
(0) 4dimensional RealTime,
Here as also balancing Now,
bilaterally past speed of FatherSun’s Light
through and for and of
Mother Earth’s not quite foreseeable
yet ecologically equivalent nutrition/toxin
dualdark-fractal/octave/spiral
Historic Nature-Convex/MetaPathic EnCulturationSpirit-BiLateral ConCave Futures
regenerative ego/ecoEarth-patriotic-democratic-multi-consciousness,
empathic co-awareness of shared light/dualdark tribal identity,
Yang/Yin
Left/Right
optimization of ecopolitically cooperative WinWin,
positive equals double-negative nondual integrity,
double-binding 4D pasts through (0)-Soul binomial-binary reverse-Bayesian CoArising EcoPolitical CQI futures.

(0)Sum’s YinYin Suffering, LoseLose
also brings (0)Soul Yang’s Redemption, WinWin,
and every stumbling reforesting Eden project
in-between
wu-wei
Tipping Points of EcoPolitical Trust
in Ego/Eco-Conscious PolyCulturing EcoPolitical ReEducation,
regarding LeftBrain’s history
of patriarchally competitive violence,
and lesser forms of over-extending stressful dissonance,
paranoia,
sleep deprivation
from playing LoseLose Monopoly Games
when not bored during Anger Management Sessions
in a formerly BiCameral Congress
of and for EcoPolitically Expanding Democracy,
as ReGenerative Natural Law Original First Native-Constitution Intended,
prayed for,
and of,
and to,
and with
Mother Earth’s further Regenerative Games.

If metaphysically ecological pi
were ever to become metrically-systemically-dynamically equivalent
with physical (0)Core bilateral TaoTime,
then polynomial health trends
could nutritionally balance polypathic WinWin wealth trends.

Or
so it has been said
since atmospheric winds of healthy light
first blew across Earth’s dualdark wealthy fractal-octave waters.

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Community Gardeners

I’ve noticed
since early years on the family farm
with large matriarchally planted and harvested gardens,
that food,
for moms,
is a natural,
and yet also spiritual,
communion relationship.

Nutrition evolves from and for communal relatives
of which we are ourselves made
and nurtured into healthy interdependent maturity.

By remarkably disappointing contrast,
food, for the agribusiness farmer,
is a commodity,
owned,
to be used,
sold for cash profit.

Food,
on this patriarchal side of the ball and chain,
is a product
with market valued nutritional properties.

On the matriarchal side,
a cooperative relationship born of Mother Earth,
mutually nurturing characteristics,
functions primally interdependent
within a (0)Sum Commons
heart of our multiculturally shared food chain.

And, so it also seems
a Left and Right Brain nutritional inter-relationship
prevails between matriarchal cooperative habitats,
nests,
hives,
homes,
neighborhoods,
villages,
polyculturally incarnating within patriarchal competing properties
with commodified values and disvalues
on the real estate buy low and sell high market,
as often as possible,
to accumulate as much wealth as possible,
in defense of starving drought-induced wilting future commodities.

For a multigenerational family farmer,
selling one’s own nutrition-invested history
could only be a once in a defeated lifetime event;
invested too richly
beyond competitive commodity market values
for realtime property
even with unusual nutritional properties.

Buy low and sell high
for agri/bio-business
is more of an annual plant and birth
and harvest and butcher
process in the commodities market,
while farmhouse with garden real estate values and disvalues are,
well…
you gotta live somewhere,
right?
Why not where you work,
and have plenty of room
for the little wife’s gardens?

Vegetable and flower,
feeding the kids
and nourishing the colorful fragrant neighborhood,
while dad competes with distant grey-scale agribusiness buyers
and seed sellers
bar charting and coding how best to buy low
and sell RealTime Highs.

My own dad didn’t actually do very well with that monopoly game.
While mom’s cooperative gardens flourished,
regardless of which commodities were up in spring
and predictably down again at harvest and preserving time.

Joanna Macy refers to matriarchal ecofeminist gardeners,
nutritional economists,
as “the greening of the self,”
reconnecting our LeftBrain dominant egocentered Yang
with our Sacred EarthNurturing RightBrain,
more recessively eco-logical Yintegrity,
eco-systemic nature-spirit co-empathic gardeners,
feeding well-nurtured kids and neighborhoods
greening multiculturing communities
and polyculturing bioregions
and Blue-Green States,
while boring Business As Usual commodity markets
continue wondering why
it’s always those damned irrepressible cooperative democracies,
with their interdependent WinWin planting investments
and harvesting re-investment polypathic properties
that continue riding out
angry RedBare Markets and FearMongering Political States
buying the cheapest fighting mad politicians
yet wondering why these provide such poor nutritional returns
when it comes time to harvest
EarthRights Peace and Justice.

Our LeftBrain ego-personal
is also our RightBrain eco-political communal,
just as LeftBrain Yang love nature
is also RightBrain Yin sacred healing nurture,
just as LeftBrain’s competitive political empowerment
is RightBrain’s cooperative ecological health relationships,
Sacred Economics,
just as LeftBrain’s healthy patriarchy
is also RightBrain’s wealthiest matriarchy,
on back to original ego-personal constitutions
born of matriarchal interior wombs
and exterior extended family gardens.

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