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Fuller Wattage Please!

Alan as Buckminster
delivers Fuller Watts.

Left-Brain partisans of deductive “prickles”
and Right-Brain partisans of inductive “goo”
have reduced their mutually antagonistic arguments
into something resembling a pile of boorish poo.

Prickly Republicans are tough-minded,
rigorous competitors,
precise calculators of economic wealth priorities.

Meanwhile,
Gooey Democrats are tender-minded romanticists
loving wide generalizations
and grand syntheses,
like this one,
so I guess we all know my enculturation history
and gooey ecological health proclivity.

Robert Norton
commends optimizing communication
between Prickly and Gooey,
and all the GooeyPricklies in between,
commence with Zero-Soul enthymemes
of nondual co-arising consciousness.

Similarly,
C. G. Jung
commends optimizing Great Transitional Revolutions
through historical-cultural enantiodromia,
the Tipping Point of co-arising cultural gravitation,
attaining our extreme Left-Brain dominant moment,
points where we begin to turn into its own deduced Midway,
of Left-Right co-arising bilateral consciousness,
that nomials are relational verbs,
coherently binomial
Convexly Yangish Prickle
with Concavely YinYin Goo.

Co-gravitating consciousness is positive polynomial
consciousness of nature’s intelligent in-formation,
confluent awareness,
including comprehension of cognitive/emotive dissonance
as emotional obscuration
is everything else we might know
as eco-identified Prime Zero-Relational
square-rooted fractal Soul.

Co-arising coincidence of experience and knowledge
redeems interdependent purpose-meaning assumptions
as reiteratively enthymematic enantiodromio dipolar syntax
evolves cooperatively confluent eco-normic in-formation forward,
as synergetics predicts and optimizes
coincidental Universal Intelligence outcomes
of inclusive diverse natures,
including PrickleGoo
as Yang/Yin bilaterally balancing space-time,
co-gravitationally comprehensive consciousness.

Relationship says Yes! positive
as double-binding mutual immunity
murmurs not-not yet…

PrickleGoo Co-Arise our Polycultural Revolution,
love your mutual antagonism as mutual self-immunity,
complete our universal unitarian speciating identity
of nature’s zero-soul prime ecto/endo symbiosis.

Ecotherapy is to ecological health
as Ego’s Co-PrickleGoo Balance is to eco-normic wealth.

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Beyond Death and Dissonance

Full loving lasting life
lies beyond death,
claims Laotse,
a move beyond Left-brained domination
of ego-languaged self-identity,
choosing, branching, emerging
cosmic co-arising/co-conflating eco-dentity;

A double-bound timeless invitation
into mutual subsidiarity
of Plan A-Eco/PlanB-Ego harmonic,
synergetic balance.

In this space of comprehensive bicameral consciousness
we embrace appositional rhythm and dance
of eco-ego’s co-arising
and co-exhaling transitions
and trends
with equanimity of compassion,
identifying primarily and primally
with our Commons,
this co-gravitational Ground of Becoming with Being;

Becoming humane as reverse-mirrored phase
of being inclusively,
polyculturally,
cosmically,
comprehensively
co-divinely interdependent,
healthy prime relationship of exceptionless
timeless abundance,
even through death’s transition window.

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CoArising Transitions

Who do we invite this me to be today,
here and now planning for our next re-arising era
toward death’s patient resolution,
graceful resonance?

Is there some supermagical meaning
in more recent unfortunate events
capable of reading mystical tea leaves,
the web of palms rooted in life’s soul of Time,
in some way that would tip us toward discarding
memories of subsistence economies,
shortages of value,
insufficient wealth of health,
to transform some new place into nirvana,
a WinWin home for all
with sensory full-consciousness challenges,
suffering,
margiinalization,
poverty,
over-fueled wilting?

What is distinct about your vocation,
embedded in our co-operating mission?

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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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We Tao the Hokey-Pokey

What goes up

must come down.

What goes out

must come in.

What goes before

must come behind.

What folds

must unfold.

When time is knotted

it must unknot.

When space explains radiantly

convexly

then time implies mutually gravitationally and cooperatively,

and concavely.

What information organizes square rootedly

must decompose fractally and binomially,

in binary octaves of reverse Win-Win hierarchy.

 

We place love as apex of our hierarchy of values,

but what we most love is peaceful justice for all,

including ourselves of course,

and what might peace become

while being sufficiency of time to live together fully,

synergetically,

with full-octaved integrity,

as our daily incarnational belonging habitat

both within our metaphysical eco-landscape

and our physical-logistical-metasystemic ecotherapeutic praxis.

 

Perhaps we might grow more permaculturally accurate,

and balanced,

more harmonically loving,

more crystal-fractal Commons-Clear,

when our primal vocation re-issues forth transgenerationally,

transgenetically and transgenerically,

across all paradigms and id-entities,

all metasystems and life,

all spacetime,

all Yang with Yin,

to regenerate our mutually peace-filled EcoTherapy

optimally decomposed with permacultural root metasystemic analysis,

as we have power of memory and imagination of possible futures

to swim and fly and breathe peacefully belonging synergetic love

rather than wilt mono-longing entropically apart.

Make love not war,

in metasystemic

ecotherapeutic

polycultural languages and praxis of choice.

 

We are paralyzed by fear and despair and anger and envy

that we do not know and have everything,

or at least not enough,

about and for ourselves,

about nonviolent sustainability of fragile egos.

At the same time,

when we do believe we know and have everything we want

we merely demonstrate remarkable lack of curiosity

about Others,

about before and after

about what our wants and needs look like when we network them all together.

 

I can more fully comprehend myself

when I more fully comprehend our evolving co-intelligence itself,

myself.

The more we uncover our heart and mind integrity

the more empowering our metaphysical and physical nutrient streams

dwelling in,

swelling out,

from Tao that is our (0)-Core Soul,

our sole,

our soil,

our seed,

like an acorn to a tree,

evolving from trembling tendril,

emerging through past incarnations,

reincarnating through future annual rings

of our Tree of Life’s polyculturing root system,

absorbing Earth’s enriching economy

of permacultured compost.

 

Original intent and meaning

purpose and teleology

of each event and moment,

each life and planet,

each language and paradigm,

each system and metric languaged universe,

may be considered mindfully from a historical and scientific perspective

or compassionately from a cultural and metaphysical paradigm;

either way

space ordinally explicates what time non-polynomially implicates,

binomially intuits as coincident-primal relating,

metasystemically binds and boundaries and double-negatives as binary balanced

trigonometric temporal-linear,

polynomially-positively organizing information,

assuming a 4-equi-dimensional spacetime universe

both thermodynamically and electromagnetically balanced fractally,

as did Einstein, and Bucky Fuller,

in his primal assumption underlying our SpaceTime Theory of Prime Relativity

and Cooperative Relationality.

 

And, Einstein’s Prime Relationship assumption

that space-cubed equals linear binary time-squared

is one we all are invited to continue cooperatively sharing

as metasystemically ecotherapeutic

rather than unraveling and flying apart

with toxic over-populating competitive climate changes,

and cognitive-emotive dissonance,

and emergent anthropocentric autism,

and collective dimentia,

growing politically rabid

when we could choose peacefully balanced economic ecologic

of permaculturally just design.

 

What deductively grows Left hemispheric

evolves coincident intuitively balanced Left/Right bicameral information,

what goes dominant

might evolve recessive

until we land together on transmillennial tipping points

toward zeroistic Tao balance.

 

What radiates out

gravitates in

then we turn ourselves about.

 

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WeSelf Weaving

My intersection, long cherished, was here,

a Rock now self-pummelling,

crumbled shape reforming pebbles

swirling their Great Transition turning

highway ribbons into reweaving paradigms,

newly familiar knots of meaning street

meets purpose avenue.

 

Self identifying functions,

transmutant role-playing ingredients

cross-breed mysteriously green integral individuation,

redeeming source for ancient blood-drenched stories.

 

Morphing paths feed identity and memory assets

and property and relationships and ownership

through a nutrition mixer;

cumbersome ungainly contention

for natural flowing reconstruction,

creating nascent coop-network soup from

resistant gall stoned economies.

 

Individuals resonate into communities

as places relocate into homes

transitioning from mechanical precepts

inductively racing for a well-farmed field

of Commons regenerative theorem,

seed-scattering

self-perpetuating pearls of permaculture.

 

Pilgriming past my familiar mirror,

I slow surprised by unfamiliar faces

behaving as if We were mine.

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Summer’s Stormy Move

It started the 8th of June

moving away from too familiar

into too alien,

finding no sane oasis between.

 

Vibrant greens relentlessly fade

to wilting monochromatic drought.

Brown patches emerge with dulled loss

of what might have been a family

an ecological home

a pasture for aging bones,

hinky synapses flaring tornadoes

of heated defeat.

 

Boxes realign themselves

incomprehensibly hiding any value

in their move

from what could have been here

if not left there

where fading memories survive

my loss of presence.

 

Bags batter

bursting malignant neglect.

Chairs no longer fit

for seating hot tempers

of displaced despair.

Dust defecates destiny.

 

A house that should be home

to those grateful for its care;

downsizes redemptive purgation

into shrinking violence,

invisible,

screaming silent strangling sensory strings

slipping

sparkling vents glaring

glacially through stagnant July.

 

Then,

early evening spills thick black.

Tall elder treetops sway

with hope of cathartic wildness,

drama of release

from petulant

radiant

hot.

 

Lightning rolls in thunderous waving walls

and back again in falling grace drops.

Transition storms

through pilgrim soul’s discontented purgatory

in space without place

house without home

faith without hope

place with cavernous time,

mindful without passion.

 

Earth’s sky roars dark wet flashy passion.

Wild yeast superlatively shredding domesticated culture’s skin,

bleaching dark passions from dry-cracked crevices.

 

“Abatement is not removal!”

wild Wicked cackles demented delight.

“If transitions were regenetic

then nomads would rule,

pilgrims would land in paradise estates

with coincidental karmic confidence.”

 

The storm abates,

drought removed.

Thunder claps farewell.

Brief time

now

search evening’s rainbow

before hazing horizon

rolls over light’s last gasp.

As night promises peace,

Thunder cracks and shakes one last reminder.

Serenity is not always sanity.

 

Promise smiles teardrops

on hot tin roofs.

 

 

 

 

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