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Playing Old Maid

I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.

There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and ageist
and, for a country kid
in redneck rural Republican Michigan,
the most fun
of admittedly limited card playing options.

Whoever was stuck holding the Old Maid
at end of game
was the biggest loser,
for obvious reasons.

Who would want to be associated
with that old and useless appendage?

National politics in the U.S.,
all about the marketing, purchase, and sale
of two-year
and four-year terms of public greed responsibility,
increasingly reminds me
of OldMaid gamesmanship.

And, yes,
I don’t really mean gamepersonship.

This game for avoiding loss
of responsibility and authority,
loss of face
rather than gain of grace,
embracing mutual Wins
of shared commitment to health
and cooperatively prosperous safety,

This game in which the OldMaid
is played by aging fossil-fuel industries
played-out too often militarized
ballistic violence,

These OldMaid industrial choices
have most ballistically justified
plutocratic wars
inviting young,
and often most marginalized,
players
to live with losses to OldMaid political stuckness
in the name of patriotic duty,

Although not matriotic integrity
to our own healthy hands
for better Win-Win games
and political
and economic
and personal
and family therapy strategies,
less violently impinged by nationalistic traumas,
fear of losses
holding OldMaid over-industriously held cards.

No one wants to be in unlovely public office
when the last drop of oil
and last glistening gasp of gas
wears through now useless OldMaid pumps
and pistons,
unhappy triggers
and transdegenerational switches,
unlubricated OldMaid economic bitches.

No one wants to be in office
holding the last OldMaid dry-humped card
from a 1950s stacked deck
when 2020 revisions
change climate changing hands
into feminist story books
of how our generation
deliberately and stubbornly chose,
like stiff-necked self-chosen people
of OldMaids and PatriarchalMen,
counter-intuitively choosing the climate pathology card,
fascinated by our own death
and the death of our habitat
and the death of any future
of humane proportion and design,
rhythm and pattern.

When we have so many post-millennial cooperative Win-Win options
to actively hope
and act
and restoratively plan
and therapeutically draw climate health
for both ego and eco justice
and global peace for all,
including sacred Elder Matriotic Maids.

If only Old Feminist Maids and Matriotic Men
had written all required history
and civic lesson school books
and ecopolitical philosophy texts
and medicinal prescriptions
and legislated cooperative multicultural ethics
lesson plans
to practice
practice
practice
cooperation,

I wonder if having the Elder Matriot card
would have been how to win our Win-Win game,
and to do so,
would require letting go of all Old FakePatriot cards
of plutocratic,
and often patriarchal,
Lose-Lose economic-ecological exploitations,

Also post “ClimateChange”
known and named
as habitually competitive ClimatePathologies
longing to restore ClimateHealth.

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Thanksgiving for EcoJustice

We have developed several economic models
for social justice and injustice.

OldSchool retributive justice,
punishing in fair exchange for offensive sins.

Newer distributive and redistributive (0)Sum
and Not Necessarily (0)Sum justice,
preferring equality of objective values
between consumers and producers
of both good and bad relationships,
inevitably to Lose-Lose die
with each ego’s sad mortality.

We have transitional justice
which may be the same thing
as revolutionary redistributive climate justice,
hoping for creolizing peace outcomes,
told through macaronic co-evolving stories.

And, we have New Feminist ReStorative Justice
from the Ego-EcoTherapeutic Schools
of PermaCulturing FirstNation NatureSpirit Design.
Peace Circles
rooted in not merely victimization
and blossoming in not merely criminalization,
but seeking Win-Win restoration
of cooperative trust relationships.

Where secular society ponders what is justice
and injustice,
sacred communities discern healthy faith
from ancient residues of bad faith.

Both secular justice and sacred faith
can be synonymous with nature-spirit trust,
inclusive trust
and exclusive anti-trust,
and in-between mistrust,
or hypothetical trust
or quasi-trust
or queer-trust,
Tipping WuWei Points of faith in Ways,
justice through Truths,
trust of and for Lives of Grace,
as worth more than mere retributional Death-Sentencing
shamed and blamed for errors of inhumanity.

It takes a certain commitment to trust
and not an uncertain habit of mistrust
to hope our own species,
and all animal and plant species
we have come to know and love,
to trust,
and have both secular and sacred faith
in our interdependent nutritional values,
will stick around to extend futures of healthy climates
for another thousand years.

If faith in God’s Kingdom at hand
is limited by singing and dreaming,
I’ve got a mansion
just over Death’s hilltop,
Rather than
We have an EdenParadise
of Love’s restorative potential
right here
where I am,
right now
where we live and breathe
on and in and through heartbeats
of Sacred MotherEarth,
this too-Heavenly and anti-Earth view
of distributive and retributive and redistributive transitional justice
can be distracting
for our active Body of Christ,
our Protagonist BraveTrust praxis,
our healthy active faith,
truths of still-evolving salvation
and meaning
and wisdom literature
and synergetic scholarship.

TaoLife in Yang Exterior-SacredYinteriorFlows
CoArise
Win-Win SpaceTime,
written in EarthTribe’s Uracil-structure = Cytosine bilateral function RNA,
predicting our humane-divine T=C-fractal-squared DNA bicameral wonder,

Formal justice and symmetry
also bilateral double-bound restorative Sacred CoPresence,
Original CoOperatively Interdependent Patriarchal Intent
dipolar with Original VirginWombed Matriarchal
Enthymematic
Reiterative Cause of Communion.

WinYang-WinYin
Ego-Eco
sacred restoring peace
as equivalent Justice,
DoubleBind Balance,
Thanksgiving for Beauty,
Secular Democracy-Growing Trust,
Sacredly ReGenerative
Good and Therapeutic Faith.

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Jesus Told Me

Jesus taught and lived
Those who follow the Way
Truth
Life, rather than punishing death,
would be known
by our love,
especially for our enemies.

He did not say, or live,
Those who punish themselves and others with death threats
and war planning
and technology design
and nihilistic absence of healthy purpose
would be TruthLivers
known as restorative peace-makers,
inheriting the Kingdom of God at hand.

For LaoTse
we are Way,
Truth,
Life known
by our Yang/Yin harmonic balance
with darkYin as antagonist of stubborn ignorance,
reflecting unkind outcomes of MotherEarth
and Her thunder and lightning Heavens
bringing cold winds of Yang-dominant terror
and warm flows of Yin-Yang wu-wei
in-between
Tipping Pointed selves as enemies
restoring peaceful balance,
within-egoYang,
as without-ecoYin.

To love your enemies
as yourself
is to actively seek restorative justice
peace-filled balance for all parties,
including anti-let’s-party! haters
and monoculturing weedish and prudish supremacists,
fundamentalists,
evangelists,
zealots,
terrorists,
slave-owners,
racists,
sexists,
homophobes,
missionary colonizers,
AntiSemitic
AntiCreolization
trauma-inducing predators and parasites,
and, Jesus’ favorite love to hate, Pharisees.

To be known by our love for enemies,
is to know our enemies as ourselves,
to love ourselves as both victimized protagonist
and antagonist,
provoking angry retributions,
fear-filled victims
of our own,
and our Elders,
violent misjudgments.

To love ourselves
within this heuristic balance,
doing our best
is to love our larger selves
as traumatizing enemy of love
and yet therapeutic lover of self-inflicted,
other-afflicting,
enemies.

Thich Nhat Hanh
shares a restorative council agenda
as anciently practiced in his Buddhist tradition.

Community facilitators
with unusual strengths for compassion,
begin by telling a personal story
of an event in their owned history
when they have known the shame of offending against love,
against active and integrative cooperation.

Then they apologize for this offense
against those assembled victims.
Atone for their lack of sufficient love,
trust,
faith.

Then, and only then, they invite victims
and offenders
to do as the facilitators have themselves mentored,
to tell their most recent shared story
of victims and offenses
against restoring cooperative love
within this community
of EarthTribe lovers.

For instance,
voting against universal health care giving and receiving
as a basic application of our multiculturally advocated
Golden Rule,
constitutionally protected
as pursuit of resident Welfare
and a more perfect Unity
(NOT fascist military-industrialized uniformity).

I try to picture what stories of restoration
facilitators would invite
if FirstNation CEOs
were to host a Peace Circle
with Christian Evangelical Missionaries
and Military-Industrial Generals,
grandsons of rifle-holders
for ecopolitically racist assumptions
of spiritual therefore naturally endowed
Manifest Destiny Supremacy,
and WhiteMan CEOs,
including grandsons of slave-holders
for HeavenlyMansion and Mammon Goals,
all WesternPatriarchal classroom read and propagandized
as Protagonists in a Western InterContinental Patriotic History of Love,
yet recognizing great-grandparents
in light of larger love’s Win-Win capacities,
now appear as repressive Retributional Antagonists,
rooted in fear and anger and hate,
not always so much trust and faith and justice,
for a polyculturing history
of love as ego-eco balance
between loving oneself
as both related to past Protagonists
and Antagonists
of Earth’s restorative peace
and therapeutic love
for Win-Win bilateral justice.

It is in our most vulnerable shame
for lapses in co-passionate love
that we are most likely to therapeutically recover
shared memories of blame,
and active hope to restore love’s balance
more polypathically inclusive next time.

This rhetorical agenda,
for mentoring facilitators,
is their second-mile walk,
their turning of violently struck both cheeks,
their opportunity to offer a time of personal shame
to open double-binding gates
of collective Lose-Lose blame
and it’s ecological apposition,
Win-Win restorative cooperation
of active Love.

Golden Rules
to do as you would have done justice
and not do and judge
as you could not not do without greater co-passion,
active love for Win-Win restoration
of peace councils,
internal and external,
practiced best each moment
of each grace-filling balanced karma day.

Willing and able to see oneself,
and one’s extended family,
as both sacred protagonists
and sinner antagonists
of co-evolving historic love,
fulfilled in HereNow potential health integrity
of each moment’s Sacred EarthRestoring Wisdom.

Jesus taught and lived
Those who follow this ReStorative Way
Truth
Life, rather than punishing death,
would be known
by our love,
especially for our enemies,
within egos
and without eco-conscious balance.

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Preparing Love’s Ways and Means

So, love is good for you?
Not too traumatic?

In a foreplay
Win-Win kind of way,
yes.

Now what?

Maybe some music and stretching?

How about another dance?

Sacred MotherEarth,
you wear me out.

I thought that was your idea.

Well, yes,
now that you are so transparently vulnerable
to remember Prime Relational Taoist Us;
pre-multicultural synergetic
notnot (0)Sum WinWin ecopolitically motivated
toward restorative permacultural
recreative
healthy-wealth design
for home parenting
and school teaching curricula.

And, oh yes,
let’s encourage our science and math
and creative arts
and performance arts kids
to let political civil service residents of the District of Columbia
bicamerally rediscover
this profound difference
and yet appositional nonduaity
between restoring ecojustice
and green polycultural peace outcomes
capable of outshining our current retributive self and other traumatizing
and co-victimizing,
co-criminalizing,
co-terrorizing,
co-secularizing,
co-degeneratively pathological
ecopolitical Business as Lose-Lose (0)Sum DeGeneratively Usual.

Remind our kids
how scary this Climate and Culture of Trauma Story can be,
especially for those already so heavily invested
in wrong patriarchal fake-patriotic AntiEarth
AntiMatriotic
dominating LeftBrain enculturation
imbalance of WuWei Tipping BiCameral Points.

It might actually be easier
to initially communicate with Chinese Taoists,
and maybe North Korean Fascists,
wherever interdependent bilaterally nondual metaphysical systems
have a larger and richer tradition
in nature-spirit mutually dynamic appositions
in Wisdom Literature,
sacred, sometimes mysterious,
parabolic,
quixotic tragicomedy
Left-Right sacred re-acclimations.

Please remind
remaining PreMillennial Taoists,
should you happen to dig any up:
If LaoTse said Nature is Unkind,
then we could only retain ecological integrity
if it is equally Win and notnot Win
that Nature is both kind and notnot Kind
and Spirit is both restoratively grateful
and notnot Earth’s ReGenerative Nature.

Phylogenic form and structure
is to homologous bilateral function
as ecological systemic structural investments
restore ethological bicameral
Original WinWin Intent,
especially under natural-spiritual
Left-Right ecopolitical optimization conditions

Of and for ecotherapeutic restorative democratic
health and education and therapeutic standards
for wealth optimizing
healthy EarthTribe habitats

A Health and Earth Arts and Sciences
restorational EarthTribe School
of and for Sacred MotherEarth
as Holy Spirit-NonDual Nature
CoPresently double-binding
Win-Win Grace with Karma.

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Healing Sciences and Sacred Arts

The Golden Rule,
like Permaculture Design,
teaches we all deserve
the restorative grace we need,
whether victim or predator of innocence
as we can each empathize
with those harmed
and with egocentric predators;
both written across our own
therapeutic live
and pathology of evil
potentiating hearts.

Cosmology
dwells within sacred ecological wisdom.
Experience of our internal-external relationships Universe
where forms of together Here
grace functions of therapeutic Now,
filling each loving and lovely heart and mind
and body with ethical sensory capacities
to restoratively engage both our secular Left deductive
and SacredRight inductive mind
and hearts with cooperative bicameral consciousness
of dissonance within this Universe of conscious confluence.

Religious history
invites us to release
fake-evangelical fundamentals
choosing monoculturing rather than polyculturing goals
among available anthro-centric dualistic choices
not benignly written evenly across our own Left-Right sacred health
optimization of internal-external ecopolitics
through cooperative co-redemptive development
of God’s egalitarian Grace,
of restorative internal justice as also ecosystemic peace
for and within all SacredEarth.

Universal Beauty and Truth and Trust
live within spectral senses.
Ugly and Deceit and Hate
turn nonsenses toward anti-senses
of each sacred ecological beholder.

What science separates to investigate,
solidarity of art with integrating artist,
Creation with Creator and ReCreators,
restores balancing nondual integrity together,
co-arising deeper and wider emergence

Beauty balancing Earth’s sacred interdependent morality
with LeftBrain Truths and Trusts
of health as Win-Win designed
and planned
and cooperatively implemented creolization
of feeling and thought and language,
and pathology of suboptimizing Win-lose,
and anti-health as predative colonizing Lose-Lose,
scientifically accessible
for further exploration
of creolizing polypathic artistic solidarity
with interdependent ethics gracing personal-political aesthetics
of humane-divine Universals,
Zero-Sum
Win-Win
co-arising
primal relationship
of scientific integrity
with further aesthetic Beauty potential

Double-binding charm,
elegance of solidarity
as unitive balance
without settling for static uniformity
of thought
and feeling
and culture
and language.

Our Polycultural Golden Rule,
like Permaculture Design
and Restorative Arts and Sciences
teach us we all deserve
the co-arising Grace we need.

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This Is UnFinished Feminist Us

It’s peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows sound happy
with warm October sunlight.

I just read about a deadly gathering in Las Vegas.
Absence of sun-drenched peace.
Inconvenient this time of lost loss.
Death is always inconvenient,
even when invited.

A veteran,
about my age,
this shooter.

I feel like it took more than one
to hold and fire this mental illness rifle.
In a sad and guilty complicit sense,
we have collectively achieved what we bought
and sold
and settled for.

This malformed soldier
is a remnant of what most believed we needed to create,
back in the 60s,
brainwashed into believing
we were protecting wives and kids, somehow
by killing Vietnamese husbands
and many times their wives
and napalmed children,
trees,
forest.

Not exactly breeding ground for growing healthy minds
and well-armed bodies.

I dimly and darkly recall
a much earlier disagreement
with the new commander of the U.S. Navy’s
Officers Candidate School.
A first woman commandant,
something atrociously surprising to men-only militia violence,
similar to Medea
planning an angry hostile life.

This earlier time also started peacefully alone,
but inside,
waiting to be called in to her office,
at the beginning of her second week
in her new exalted position
over new violence-empowered candidates.

I had just completed a gratuitous violence first week of abuse
and militarily precise neglect,
as ruthlessly systematic as racism,
in frigid first week of January,
Rhode Island.
We were so close to the Atlantic
it felt like we were in the ocean.

We had also been frigidly outside,
and hotly inside,
yelled at,
systematically starved,
force marched in gusty zero-degree 3 AM darkness
without coats or hats or gloves,
in fact I think we were in our boxers and Tshirts one night,
due to someone’s sin of omission,
whether contrived on schedule
or spontaneously erupting
from pneumonia reduced and disabled minds,
I do not know.

The hardest part for me
was less than two hours sleep per night.
Industrially guaranteed to reduce oneself to crazy.

When I was first ushered in
for my early exit interview
by none other than her Military Medea Mightiness,
she took one look at miserably civilian dressed me
and asked why would I think it appropriate to disrespect her
by not bothering to show up in uniform.

I started to mention that I had never been issued one
when she told my keeper
that we needed to do an about face
and try again when I looked right.
Or at least as righter
as I might become.

So, he had to go out among my now-former classmates
to beg and borrow,
hopefully he didn’t steal,
boots and belts and pants and shirt and hat.
Later that same long and tedious day
I was once again summoned
for a second shoot.

She wanted to know
why I thought it was OK
to be the first to go
from this new class of officer candidates.
Did my recruiter not explain about this first hazing week?

Well no,
in fact I thought he told me hazing is illegal
in most States.
We develop soldiers;
we don’t grow bullies.

I understand you didn’t make a total ass of yourself.
So if you want to change your mind,
now that we turned the heat back on
and keep the lights off all night
and have turned the verbal abuse down a notch,
or maybe two,
I might be willing to listen
if you beg me nicely to stay here
with us in Navy Officer Paradise.

No thanks,
said I,
I’m already quite disgusted enough
by your shocking lack of even militarized intelligence
to see this as a navy not invested in preserving,
much less protecting,
real live humanity
hanging onto some semblance of sanity.

Oh but you see
this is not true.
Our rules of first week operationalization
are to save your sorry ass
because,
as we all know,
teamwork builds through ego assassinations.

Well no,
actually,
your own recent research on these issues
lies at my fingertips.
Required reading for psych and communication majors,
attitude change and persuasion students
where I hail from in Michigan.

It is a clear and present common threat to survival
that most quickly grows cooperative trust and teamwork,
cooperative co-investments,
especially among those who have learned to trust and respect each other,
including for our recognized
and understood and
appreciated diversity
of talents.
and shared sufficient simplicity of sleep
and active co-listening for harmonic voices.
Or maybe that was just for choirs
and military orchestras.

Well this is fake news to me!
she exclaimed in her sternly patriotic face.

I believe you,
which is why
I want out
of this absence of healthy care
and any semblance of sanity,
disloyal to my family’s investment,
my nation’s rational self-governing future,
and anathema to Sacred Mother Earth.

Are you Native American,
asked she,
as if she couldn’t care less or more.

No more or less than you
I would surmise.

It came as no surprise
when she eagerly accepted
my request to be relieved
of further dishonored service
and cast aside my various borrowed parts
because of ecopolitical leaders
confusing noble grace of unity
with bare-knuckled
bare-headed
frozen uniformity.

I wonder how the Green Beret shooter
in lost loss of Las Vegas
might have suffered from this same sad loss
of militarized teamwork disabilitization,
chronic and critical climates of constant stress.

When the enemy is down
and out of sight,
we cannot afford to have disaffected grunts
sit on angry-fearfilled butts
rethinking who is truly in my ego team’s best interest
and whom we might agree to take out next,
because healthy mental care giving and receiving
has nothing to do with formation
of militarizing violence.

In this same way,
a Presidential God Bless You,
twittered to victims of our own militarizing violent formations,
feels so empty,
fake as the blesser
would do even lesser
mental health care and receiving
for all God’s militarizing
and industrious We Win
So You Must Lose
soldier candidates in deformation,
but also neglected children
and trees,
and starlight
which could bring us together
in one mind of great thanksgiving.

 

So I was feeling badly,
sad,
because I share our mutually complicit status
for my compatriot’s difficult terrorizing
chronic stress disordering
time.
I too have been there,
lost there,
to a more moderate extent.
I just walked away.

I wish I had done more at the time
in the Navy’s January frigid spaces
against cooperative ecopolitics,
about being of more general use
if fascist critical events of the mid-seventies had been recorded,
freezing dark military-academic preparation time
industriously repeating
away from deforesting further virgin ecofeminist Vietnam forests
and their matriarchally cooperative villages,
to become watched on YouTube
by all prospective soldiers
and NRA advocates,
by patriotic nationalists,
thinking about possible antecedents,
before Bad Ol’ Daddy’s Country-Western Concert
went so very wrong.

I wish we could have recorded
this matriarchal confused and frightened patriotic
loyal commandantish face
when I shared with her
I felt ecofeminist disgraced
by her
Bitch!
Shoot at me again and I will Take You Out!!!
defacement,
in a most homophobic frozen officious place
of mutually inflicted terror.

So then I was feeling a bit more glad,
but still sad
I had not actually said more,
done more,
so I began trimming my twining tendrils
enveloping what’s left of uprooted deadwood trees
malingering in my back lot
and having a rough go of it
as my hedging shears
are no longer what once they were.

As usual,
I tend to speak with my plant recruits
and candidates for future flaming victories,
and felt required,
“I apologize
for this jab
and grab
and pull
and pushy ecopolitics,
but Mommy needs sharper,
and probably newer,
scissors for shutting up her
RightBrain EcoFeminist Diva Voice.

Apologizing to the entire human race”
of potential soldiers and ballistic deadwood downsizers
for your not yet having seen
that anti-feminist patriotic face
glare me back into space
with timeless time exclaiming
BITCH!
Shoot your GLBT EcoFeminist mouth OFF AT ME?
I DON’T military anti-ANTIfeminist THINK SO;

but I wonder how I feel about being this predator
in this eternal frame of egopolitical ignorance,
lack of cooperative military research
and economic-educational-formational intelligence gathering.

As I continued with hacking scissors
and played-out ecofeminist sawsall balls off
and the big manly Yang chopper offer
with their underdog heads!
I kept going back to those January freezing eyes.

IF LOOKS COULD KILL!!!
BITCH!!!!!
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME
and think you can punk your gay white ecofeminist butt
in my guest chair
and think your MidWest Academic BullCrap
will even so much as reach one
WinWin Ping of inspiration
aspiration
hope,
YOU DON’T KNOW ME!
I might have majored in BullDike Fascist Terrorism!
YOU DO NOT KNOW ME!!!

and maybe I don’t either.
Who wants to be that angry lose-lose antagonist
of military industrial absence of intelligence,
would you?

I wish this imaginary spacetime scene had played out
in RealTime frames just that audio way,
but even without sound,
with just her
I AM NOT YOUR BITCH!
but you are not going to be mine
either.

She could not sign those exit papers fast enough,
continues visual only images
of how I still feel,
more or less
about these tangled vines
and tough deadwoods
hanging out in my wanna be ecofeminist backyard.

I will chop them up
and paint them
into diva totem poles
and frames
in which ecofeminists
always play in YouTube Blue and Green Estates
of most polyculturally
matriarchal peace in this back lot solitude,

Although occasionally the patriarchal husband
makes a cameo appearance
for a few All Lives Matter Moments,

But usually just me,
in an early October day
preferring to forget dark frigid January anti-feminist nightmares
of militarized neglect
of basic health assurance and safety
delivered by angry matriarchal commandants,
and hedging shear divas,
depending on which lens is in play,
the full-staged historical tragedy
within my more personal back lot comedy.

 

It’s still peaceful here in my backyard.
The crows have flown off
warning descent of warm October sunlight.

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When I Fall In Love

As my wife once taught me
Women knew all about trimming
and cleaning
an harvesting the fertile forests of Earth
long before I ever thought to depilate my back
and other parts.

As my wife continues teaching me
I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels important
to more than just our reforesting relationship
and its odds of continuing
into future regenerative climaxes.

As my wife predicted,
I forget to carefully listen
until she culminates with climaxes.
And then she surely owns my belated attention.

The matriarch voice of my life
bewitches,
bothers,
and bewilders me
while we fall in love
we become ecopolitically out to lunch,
indefinitely,
reforesting and ecotherapizing
without fear or anger-marketing
about how to transcend vulnerable boundaries
to mutual empathic nakedness.

This matriarch voice and I
love (0)-sum WinWin reforesting
as health care co-operative wealth management
of mutually accessible climates
for spiraling regenerativity trends
externalized as Yang,
internalized reforesting,
reweaving waves of notnot Yin,
wu-wei,
RealTime 4D Ego/Eco-Balancing

Falling in love with Yin
all over again,
PermaCulturing Operas
sung and danced
while remembering
as my imaginary wife continues teaching me
Thought Experiments
through real fractal double-binary
informating
exgravitating
bilateral ecosystemic time.

I am not quite sure what she means
but it feels wu-wei important
to more than just our reforesting-deforesting relationship
and its odds of even continuing
into future
through past reweaving
regenerative climaxes.

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