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Polyculture Asylum

She still flinches

when a hand from on high

heads too close to her head,

like an abused undomesticated bitch

with too much oppositionally heated

bipolarity for safe freedom

outside silent medicated silos,

well intended asylums

without her sense of humor.

 

How would I live without her gift

of oppositional comedy?

Where yes means no, or maybe yes

or I’m not sure I grok what you say,

but I see smiling,

gratitude for time, life

mentoring me how we look to Other,

playing oppositional synergetic noticing,

then trusting functional potential

rather than swinging hand

from up,

and back at pain,

lost hope.

 

How would I trust without total faith in her

utterly sociopathic guilelessness?

She could tell a lie,

but why would she care enough

about what you think,

about what you smell,

about what you see, or don’t see, for that matter,

or even feel,

to bother to lie to you!?

 

So, when I ask her,

“Are you more happy now,

or more sad?”

and she opens her full radiant beams

up toward my hands

and lispily adds,

“More happy…what’s that smell?”

I know she would have said the same

even without this smell

I cannot quite sense,

and hope so much is not me.

 

To grow capacity for happiness

and brief glimpses of saner kindness,

like “Make me breakfast, please!”

without even a prompt,

and then the quiet “Thank you” gravy

as I turn my back

to wash her filthy dishes,

regenerates our polyculturing

lives of solidarity,

dancing eye-to-eye.

 

He, Yin son,

without capacity to language,

throws dimples on this dancing song

telling stories he learned by heart,

in shrieks and gales and waves of

rich composting laughter,

spinning wild saliva strings,

radiant Angelman joy.

 

Old Right hemispheric dominant

icon of ecological myth,

ego zero-balanced centric identity,

son of Universal Mediums,

breathes and beats his

well-indented teething ring,

hypnotic alchemistirring wand

drenched with passionate mindfulness.

 

 

 

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Organic Honey

What did your kids eat today?

Well, let’s see…

organic honey on pita bread…

How do you know it was organic?

It said so right on the glass,

not plastic, bottle.

How do they know if the honey is organic or not?

Do they interview or breathalyze each bee

returning home?

Do they ask each bee each time

whom the bee has been with?

In that intimate kinda way,

playing in whose pollen, exactly?

Did the bee stay within her orthodox organic certified playground,

or did she wander off the farm

and free range right into your toxic neighbor’s

chemically condomed hydrangea,

or maybe that always too enticing hibiscus,

flaunting her ample skanky wares?

Well, I don’t know,

I just took the bottles’ word.

I wouldn’t begin to know

how to address your immunity issues,

about breathalyzing slutty bees

addicted to poison.

 

OK, so what else did you feed on today?

Well, I told my kids I love them,

and we practiced variations on that theme,

absorbing rich nutrient strings of rhythmic compost.

I used my please and thank-yous

and you’re welcome, and namaste.

I wished them peace

before their baths

and before turning out their light

so they could see stars and moon

slivering through dark embracing womb.

Our neighbors provided bird song,

especially those mourning doves

calling out resonate alto fractal coo,

rhythm and courtship dance.

I fed them massaging back rubs

and hugs

and shoulder squeezes,

gentle taps on knees and elbows.

I stroked their drifting drowsy heads

from frontal lobe toward brain stem,

and back again, again.

My fingers rubbed between each totem

in their forceful flowing spines.

I fed them sad and silly songs

and mindful ho-ke-po-ke,

values in and yuckies out.

We fed each other stories of love and romance,

sadness and despair,

fear and anger,

passion and grace,

all stories synergetically satisfying.

 

We are what we absorb, both before and after all.

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Tree Meds

I heard from my tree today.

He and she were both

barely speaking to me

forgetting my root systems

all tangled up with theirs

rather than sharing permaculturing compost

more naturally and economically.

 

I spoke to my tree today

about fading memories of shared nutrients,

breathing together

following our full-colored spectrum

from light through dark,

springing summer and falling winter,

shared days and seasons

riding time’s gravity surf edge

between past practice of warm cold precedent

and future’s predicted intent,

regrowing lovely forests

of mutual forbearance and sustenance,

and synergetic gratitude.

 

Tree therapy

for weak-rooted pathology,

breathing in

while he and she breathe out.

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Economic Conscience

We mature within each Other’s nutritional field, a Commons shared by all who approach and depart our consciousness.

This field we share with mutual subsidiarity because we generated these values and disvalues through our progenitors, Elders, all our past relationships, cultures, history, lead to this field of momentary consciousness within spacetime.

If I could unilaterally choose one extreme or the other, I would always choose to have a positive sustainable nutritious relationship, rather than a negative short-term terminal relationship, with anyone or anything, from spouse through alien species.

While I cannot and must not unilaterally choose each economy, whether cooperative or competitive, for any relationship, it also seems that I am not not You either, so I can mentor a positive relationship we might have in only my imagination and memory of other past relationships. I might speak of these images and memes as my preference for mutual gratitude, my hope and faith, my love of how not not You and not You already belong together in my ergetic id-consciousness.

Regenerative pacific consciousness, positively cooperative and inclusively relational, grows from basic enthymematic attendance, fueled by eco-id well-being.

My eco-identity, id, competes to give away my nutrients to those around me who most need them. While our Yangish egos emerge Eagle topped totems, our Yinnish eco-individuating under-stories Turkey rooted nutrient systems.

Perhaps Freud thought of our Basic Eco-Identity Commons as maniacal because of his fascination with insanity, pathology, internally competitive, dissonant models of unconscious awareness. Had he been a Positive Psychologist, then he might have come to a more positive consciousness of self-identity as primally, ecologically, economically informed by regenerative natural system development; which, by definition, grows relentlessly cooperative.

Our real, true, balanced competitive identity is one that competes to give, to cooperate, to grace, to incarnate together, synergetically, recognizing we are only this moment’s integrity, and our potential for either cooperative integrity or competitive disintegration will individuate, define, label, predicate, enervate,  our next moment together.

We cannot rationally, truly, share disintegration. Entropic negative trends away from full mindful consciousness follow a trajectory toward an autistic silo. Positive, integral relationships are phenomenologically and ecologically accessible to reason, confluent perception, “true” proportion and balance, Right-brained equilibrious access to our sensory receptors, neurons, minds, consciousness.

Cooperative, empathic, integral, inclusive consciousness is itself intrinsically positive, preferring synergetic pattern finding and resolving, while avoiding the toxicity of cognitive dissonance.

Competitive and negative intentions are, by definition, self-distorting, truncating, silos of merely ego-semi-consciousness.

Lack of full, or “true” consciousness is imbalanced awareness of (0)-centric value consciousness. Lack of mindfulness appears to be lack of “true” or full consciousness, and it is, but more specifically imbalanced value/disvalue information generates dissonance within our shared consciousness Commons, or Co-Intelligence.

Positive cooperative consciousness follows this Tao of intelligence by distinguishing confluent information from dissonant noise. Discernment of balanced inclusive consciousness grows much more abundantly, robustly, resiliently through mentoring praxis than merely speaking of our positive intentions.

We mature our resonant and optimized economies within each Other’s nutritional Information field, a Commons shared by all who approach and depart our grateful eco-consciousness.

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ReGenerative Work

I hope I am hearing voices from the future

not yet here.

But, I have a message from our past

that might reflect a positive intention

for continuing our epic journey

of regenerative pilgrimage.

 

Do we intend effective regenerative therapy

for straight white wealthier class

family value issues,

choosing segregated safety

over a more active adventure of integrative living

as a quasi-gendered person of non-color

within a neighborhood

and school

and training workshops

led by straight white wealthier

family value issuers,

reformers,

ecotherapists?

 

Industrial Age Myth delivers

global value confusion

into an otherwise formerly sustained,

deeply green encultured,

Agrarian EarthTribal Age Myth.

Traveling across economic,

ecological,

cultural,

linguistic analogies,

emerges a slow-evolving hypothesis:

family economic and ecological silent silos of abuse

and neglect reveal abundantly informative

confluenct Tao patterns and

permaculturally functional rhythms.

 

BUSINESS AS USUAL

A. Industrial Age Myth of Global Progress

Leads to

B. White wealthier Western

male-dominant

cultural and ecological

and economic pathologies.

 

AND

 

REGENERATIVE THERAPY DEVELOPMENT AND DESIGN:

tipping turning point,

Positive Deviance and Development Technology

for hearing confluent

Positive Psychology kind kin voices:

A. (1) Profoundly inclusive diversity

(2) reweaving diastolic evolution toward

(3) diastatic fullness,

 

also known as

(1) Basic Grateful Attendance

(2) to Self, Other, Earth,

three faces of SelfIdentity balancing EarthTribal Co-Prehension,

(3) democratizes compassionate mindfulness,

 

also known as

(1) Eastern Yin-executive flexibly

reverse-hierarchically inclusive

polycultural information skills

(2) emerges ecological economic

and global-learning therapies.

(3) Leads To

B. Sustaining Well-Being Optimized

Agrarian

Residential

and Trade Guild Cooperatives

Communities and Nations

planets and universes

with Therapeutic Ecological Eco-nomial  Values

 

These feed my permacultured Taoist soul story

that we are sticking with it

to fly together,

and not apart;

and I am not either an old straight wealthier fart!

 

 

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EcoTherapy Farmhouse

I find my home

a rural agrarian kinda place

warmly displays across my eyes

and face,

peopled incarnation of shared dreams

from permacultural paradise.

 

All her places and spaces feel good,

smell perfectly like we

are meant to come together.

Home reveals her spousal face,

mutually active nurturing place

to grow secure plans

and plays,

designs and positive dialogues,

liturgies and reality off-screenplays

with peaceful justice love themes

scored for lyrical fractals

and (0)-sum cooperative economies,

well networked nest of compassionate intent

weaving mind-filling informational practice.

 

Our farm evolves herself as loving incubator

planting springs and strings and roots of hope

for regenerative farmers growing selves

with others solidarity,

composting mutual subsidiarity

to synergize love’s Earth Intelligence

for sustaining life

in permacultured bliss.

 

Summer’s weeds strain when pulled and plucked

to analyze which might mulch our flowering produce

of positive healthy affect, effect,

absorbing rich yeast nutrients

through open system skin and minds

bent toward cooperative confluence,

shunning cognitive dissonance,

both Yang’s triumphal passion

for Yin’s shy dexterity

and lightning speed of intuition

swimming swirls of morning fog

hugging Earth’s low slow places,

morning kiss warms sky and still-reclining Earth

goodbye til dusk falls once again

enclosing our permaculturing bed.

 

Ecologic falls like rain

saturating nature’s grounds for time-flow planning.

Harvest positive deviant seeds

through bicameral information systems

prehending nature’s dynamic revolutions

from inside polar balanced,

from outside revolving rooted trees,

both emerging up and down

embracing Earth’s core gravitas

our thermodynamically balanced compost

for incubating permacultured farmers

and other synergetic polycultural ingredients,

for creating this time and place

where spacetime spins in balance.

 

My permacultured farmhouse becomes me.

We either ride together

or walk separately,

remembering why we can’t go home again,

religioning how we might come home

where every farmhouse

evolves with ecotherapy.

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Revolutionary Psalm

What ecojustice requires of each

is precisely the same,

absolute integrity.

What justice invites us toward

is absolutely unique to each incarnation.

A love of justice,

a therapeutic bath

of self and Other acceptance

for who we are

as we are.

Redemption is a come as you are party

of deep integrity and love.

 

We are a species of cooperative communisters,

intentional communicators practicing community,

administering research

creating discovery

design

developing each regenerating being

to remember our EarthTribe

mutually defined

refined

divined.

 

Integral reiterations toward Multisystemic Therapy,

Deep Creative Learning toward balanced eco-living

(with oneself as well as others)

Nonviolent Listening toward active peaceful speaking

Positively hopeful toward ecology of graced-full mind

and harmonious heart

Permacultured Living toward integrative loving.

 

Regenerate metric-ulation

back in time pressed forward,

positively evolving toward rationality

integrity

sanity.

 

 

 

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