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.
Wood sapped Energy succudancing gnarling roots
grasping trees of life
erupt to full parasitic bloom
within millennial Great Transition
toward autumnal winnowing of karmic stamina.
Fire brings full-flaming confidence
derived from summer’s thirsty rain of seed-
diastolic recessing roots
plunging and emerging
as rich deep regenetic learning:
Communing forests blanket mythic understories.
Keep going back, back further,
before space emerged from tempered Voice
to once within our EarthTribe Time
when Trees of Life pushed out
from gravitas of boldly
hidden polyculturing embrace.
Villages incarnate from fire-lit stories shared,
and love of Other
bursting nutrient notes
dancing Earth’s Permacultured Opera.
My chords and chorus sing through ears
I hope to synchronize with gratitude,
sight with sound
becoming with being
longing with belonging
bi-rooted functions
uncovering emergent Tao
graving information of Positive Treeology.
What grows primal
feels irrationally magical
crystal-fractal;
green-leafed anonymously silent saplings
waving from and for ancient cliffs of paradigmatic rock.
Stoned paradigms of ancient Orthodox
sing echoing synchronicity,
dancing rocks within my rolling mind
learning how to rhyme with age,
unfold color fragrant grace-carnating Tao.
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.
What will happen next?
she said.
And why.
he asked,
and so it went all day.
“What’s next?” she asked.
“And why?” he said.
Let’s climb a tree and learn it home;
safe place to grow a branch for flight
to fly through night and dream all day.
To pretend at work,
not work to play.
Why screw around?
Is flight not real?
And working play feels play-full
when trees are true
and branches balance birdnests
floating toward this stringish green-field Earth.
I fear what will happen next
she asks.
And why
he says.
and so it goes through life.
“What’s next?” she fears.
“And why?” he fails to reassure.
Let’s build a house high as the sky.
We’ll play on clouds and they on us
til vegeburgers rain like cars
too fast to find us
high above this tangled weedish plot.
Clouds feel good for rest
but not for forts.
The sun burns clouds like cars burn trees.
Let’s fall beneath a flower pot
and kiss her rooted tendrils
to grow full measured
good and true and real and wondrous
shade trees gracing fertile plots.
What will happen next?
she asks.
And why? he asks again.
And so it goes.
What’s next…
Why?…
Dedication: To Kerry
7/13/2014
As Dr. Beaver was so laboriously trying to say, life is a rhetorical field of potential relationship strings, diastatically enfolding, emerging from monocultural boundaries precessively and binomially, as enthymematic self-regenerative communication/information strings, coded and decoded and recoded in our bicameral information processors. There are external and internal rhetorical fields, eisegetical and exegetical. These can lead to endosymbiotic or ectosymbiotic evolution of the species, paradigm, population, or person.
Enthymematic communication outcomes are sustained, healthy relationships, characterized by peace and justice, mindfulness, mutual gratitude and compassion. The Permacultured Golden Rule is amply applied by all parties in these rhetorical re-ligioning string–communities and conversations and cultures. Each life, moment, person, day, unfolds within a rhetorical field of potential relationships. Some seeds sprout roots in confluently permacultured nutrient balanced, and enriched soil, others, well….not so much.
And yet the diastatic Codex within each seed is itself (0) Core vectored and binomially strictioned, 4-Based RNA development responsive, appreciative, endosynergetically poised for enthymematic overtures from confluent nutrition streams, through tender square-rooted tendrils reaching toward optimal positive confluent sources of continuing light. Some root systems must be much more robust, resilient, indigenously, intuitively adept toward permacultured wealth deposits due to barren environmental soil conditions of birth. We call this poverty and its experience as one of living on the margins of survive-to-thrive, or not; marginalization. That’s why all religions advocate that everybody just needs to do the best s/he can and why we expect more of those who have more. These are reverse views of the same balanced peace and justice standard.
Enthymematically engorged seeds tend to produce more robust and resilient strings of development,
branches on the Eternal Moment’s incarnated Tree of Life;
this moment now,
this life and place here,
that community of relationships over there,
supporting a cultured self-identity,
an individuated info/communication string/branch from permacultured roots,
code,
and nutritious soil,
producing flexible and full-hearted compassion
and mindful string plant-systems
flowering,
flowing,
with new moments,
awareness,
understanding,
comprehension,
nutritious relationships,
development,
learning,
creation of flowered abundance,
ectosymbiotically fertilized by a grateful synergy of need and desire
for flower’s seeds of regeneration,
falling to enrich nutrient soils,
feeding the next generation’s permacultured revolution
within our universally shared
rhetorically eternal
field of synergetic permacultured strings,
plants,
branches,
cross-rooted in value-seeded,
(0)-soul informed
therapeutically enriched soil.
Finally got to the dirty part….
gdill52 