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Trees Rooting Me

Last Autumn we invested in a 0.5 acre
of Mother Earth’s aria,
as sung to Thames River swell and tide,
New England new sprouting this our virgin spring wedding
with this home place,
space of grace.

My urgent first task, now largely complete,
was to partner with the trees and ornamentals,
in Bodhisattva warrior solidarity
with human racing family co-arising co-respiring trees,
counter-revolutioning against upstart thorny opportunistic brambles,
wild grape vines
reaching over all our 0.5 arias of CoBreathing Allies
in brambly weedpatch ways.

I usually tip toward recessive underdogs
and creation stories,
as these are far too often disempowered PostMillennial Occupiers,
these brambles and vines flirting with monoculturing graves
of gracious Trees, and other beings,
draping together to suffocate
0.5 decomposing acres of hungry thorns and briars
waiting for Bodhisattva SuperWarrior Me
to saw and chop and hack,
and sometimes shamelessly slash and smack,
invading over-populating brambly trends
of ivy towering thorns
with empire-building designs
embedding my delightful flesh.

Now, first spring posing tree re-liberation,
leaves speaking young embryonic appreciation,
gentle thank yous opening to more buoyant sunrise,
draped in fallen sins of past neglect,
daring me to turn my well-armed back,
to continue this solidarity with our still-enslaved neighboring trees,
gasping for strength to breathe
through coils of parasitic woody stinging strikes,
blood-thirsty for revenge
snaking dense networked vines
stretching down valley toward river source
of water’s satisfying nutritious displays,
more generous than I would prefer,
taking no sides in this small revolution
within Earth’s 0.5 arias
of stress-afflicted trees.

Without sufficient humility
I more resemble thorny brambles
than wise Elder Trees
rooting through compost-drenched systems
deep down to River’s sacred bed,
rising to meet Full Moon nights of bright.

Yet, in self-defense,
and defense of trees and ornamentals,
I prize our diversity and harmonic balance;
not so much looking for a free ride
up to sun’s commingling paradise.

Now free to speak their new spring intentions,
my neighbor trees, allies,
co-inhabitors of 0.5 Earth acres,
remind me to do my best with them,
try to follow their strong-rooted commingling example,
and avoid proliferating over-populated competitions
for River’s water
and SunGod’s co-arising light.

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Hide and Seeking Anthropoids

If true, as anthropologists report
hide-and-seek entertains children of all languages
and cultural sport
throughout all humanity’s extended family history,
might hiding-seeking ubiquitously regenerate among children
as among haunted-hunting adults
gathering food to hide from hunger,
daily plowing for payroll plunder,
postulating procreation,
BusinessAsUsual play as work,
taking turns hiding from god,
trusting divine spirits to continue seeking
my blend-in brand of humanity.

While too tribally divine to attract anthro-specialized notice,
my roommate cat, Simon,
also excels at both hiding and seeking,
terrorizing my unsuspecting shoe laces
as I naively strive to pass him by,
leave him behind,
as if I were in charge of times to hide
and reasons to seek.

Is not all science and life,
adult and childhood,
human natured and other natured,
some hybrid hide and seek
as marvelous stimuli
for curious research response?

Wondrous where and how
our cat-gods of destiny will pounce,
not sure we prefer too soon
over being last to win such grace,
joining conscientific players of adventure evermore,
seeing sight beyond time’s domesticating hidden door.

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Holy Nights

Silent Nights for echoing lack of resonant laughter
are not most Holy Nights
as purgation’s self-effacing advent
opens sublime econormous therapy
of Earth Rights and Wrongs
as Our Grow Ups and Downs
and Rounds with Pounds too Wealthy Gross
to responsibly carry
as Earth’s cosmic Let’s Pretend We’re Smarter than CoPresent Plants.

Hours and days and seasons
regenerating bicamerally tipping laughter,
seeding deep-rooted co-respect
and highest co-arising Presence
for those few who actually might be smart enough
to know better.

Smiling with coherent universal rememory
of warm waves,
co-gravitating humor
smooth-sliding across our liquid skins.

Skins in love spread wild
as Full Moon light
shining CoForeGiving Eve
of EcoReGenerating Phase.

Winter evenings for warm-fired laughter
with ourselves
for all others
sitting in winter daze,
eco-hibernation.

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Terror Asylum

On another Thames River,
with steady rural New England flow
toward Long Island’s warming Sound
then on and out toward whispering drowned memories
of Atlantis,
slumbering on eastern bank,
surrounded by Pequot Elder spirit grounds,
ruined medicine’s monolithic altars
worshiping insanely labyrinthine proportion,
crumbling mental-physical stately asylum carcasses,
sagging with trembling memories
of cultural inability
to remember empathic presence,
basic nature’s noticing of potentially present voices
speaking through cracked window and door frames,
peeling exterior landscapes,
collapsed roofs with rotten root foundations,
mumbly murmuring memories
of past river fogged-in days
and nights of terrorism,
ruled by despots of exegetical sanity
applauding wild bacchanal voices
jumping into tidal swollen,
then shrunken,
yet steady and wise-stately,
reasonable flow away out
toward wilder presence downstream
outstraining severed screams
of inpolitic madness.

Intended to grow up a school for sanity,
collaterally invested dust and decay emerged a prison
of abuse and neglect,
oppressively irrational exculturation.

Wild voices dismembering
loving presence of person,
too entrapped by past terrors,
chronic, climatic, psychotic prison
for muttering conversations between Ego’s Anger voice
berating left-handed fear of Fear ambivalence,
quivering recrimination reiterating through dungeon drugged nights,
layering medicated mindless attendance
over basic neural noticing,
thereby inducting rot
briefly intuiting tender absence of co-mentored narrow path
toward polypathic enculturation,
hiding in a forest
of cracked and crumbling drives and walkways,
seductive viral toxic infestation
of history weeded over.

On this other Thames
visitors violate serene gloom of despair,
turning our backs to return to safer grounds,
no less trespassing wilderness
but more profane,
slinking down an overcrowded river
of ubiquitous investment
in tumble-down sane urbanity.

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Wilderness Home

I prefer my home and family buttoned down
rather than too wild and disorderly,
disheveled and irrational.

I prefer natural order
and shades of color
and dialects
and vocations
and sequential rules of nutrition-producing order,
and yet wonder, too.

I have been hurt by too much wild
struggling against my too much gay
with fear that loss of homophobia,
struggling with fear and anger
about my too-wild sexuality,
might self-recruit toward loving bisexuality,
poly and/or meta-sexuality,
a co-arising co-gravitation
without fear and anger boundaries
might open your pen toward boundless love.

Too wild
these fears and angers scare me,
preferring my home and family
more polyculturally transformed
to optimally button down
our polypathic wild.

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In My Dipolar Home

In my universal-Left and unitarian-Right bicameral home
“crazy” has two functions,
ballistic weapon Left
aimed Right at Other,
ballastic anchor Right
aimed with EgoSelf co-arising EcoOther.

“Crazy”
when that begins with “you are”
marginalizes
dispossesses nutritional powers of functionality
with dire political and economic consequences
of appropriate fear and anger,
even hatred for this Word itself.

“Crazy” ballast
begins with “I am”
and “we all are,
or could be,
or have been;”
a synonym for “Wild.”

“Wildness” hunts a dipolar antonym
for “domesticated”
like difference and sameness
of wild yeast
with domestic yeast.

“Domesticated”
a Left-dominant economist’s
overly reductive
deductive
and enthusiastic synonym
for “commodified,”
even “exegeticalized”
or “orthodoxed”
as true, and good and rational, and just,
found to function
with quantifiable domesticated values
for efficiency and effectiveness,
utility,
useful,
especially for continuing
our Win-Lose Left-brain dominating cultural game.

But, dear co-economists,
co-domestic politicians,
eco-logists, one and all inclusive
discerning languaged tribe of “crazy”,
what has become domesticated
remains primally as wild as RNA’s encryption,
syntax exegetically balancing regenerative harmonics
Nature’s ecosystemic-logic
will only permaculturally allow,
and polyculturally love,
synergize,
analyze,
decompose for future Wild’s balancing regenerational outcomes;
you know, kids, children, offspring,
new eggs from old nests.

Earth’s Tribes are wild crazy universal,
despite DNA’s uniting
and regeneratively cooperative economic understory
of perma-enculturating intent,
language,
deductive/inductive orthopraxis,
Left-Right co-arising hemispheric ecotherapy,
balancing Wild-Rational eco-full bicameral
dipolar [reverse co-relational] consciousness.

If Wild is not Universalist
then our political economics
could not evolve Unitarian.

Earth Rights
include rights to evolve dipolar balancing Wild-consciousness,
images,
imagination,
form with function,
incarnating ministries,
information,
inteligence,
RNA-fractal,
Zero-Soul timelessly TransParenting
Tree of Life Greets Death
Co-Messianic Exegenetically Rooted,
+/(-,-) [plus OVER bi-laterally negative self-bound logic as positive-inductive co-operating form/function/flow/frequency]
tri-temporal yangspace/not-not linear binomial yintime,.

YesYes!
+Yang,+Yang
Win-Win’s
YinYin
NotNot (-,- binary balance)
Thermodynamic Prime-Binary Gaming EcoBioSystemic Equivalence.

In My home
“crazy” evolves three functions:
One, to see who is winning (and when and where and hopefully why),
Two, to hear who is losing (when and where and hopefully why),
Three, to decompose this losing wildness
into its imaged dipolar opposite,
to co-mentor eco-wins thru EgoDeath’s
Plan B with A WinWin.

You heard it here
but I heard it first
way back in UU history.
Bilateral Zeroism as prime function
goes back at least to Bucky Fuller,
and One could be no more Plan B Universalist than he;
and he would be offended
if his UU cooperative co-creators
could not hear his “synergy” as Unitarian-istic “love”
and self/other wildly self-optimizing regenerative design
and permaculturally economic cooperative
co-arising Left-Right development.

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Domestic Wilderness

Difference between crazy wildness and genius
may be soundness of deeply revolutionary resonance,
discerned and discovered
through transparent co-arising communicants
within a symbiotic culture of paradigms
and co-gravitating consciousness.

I can’t say for sure
as I live in an intentional tribe of mutual ignorance,
each denying our complicity in Business As Usual dissonance.

Difference between cognitive dissonance
and suboptimizing assonance
appears to be the null set.

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