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My Funny Little Revolution Game

In my game of life
I play sometimes against,
and sometimes with,
Time as Other player.

Playing against
seems to have bad odds of feeling like a winner,
while playing with time
feels like we both win,
at least some Time,
especially if we simultaneously stretch
our love for gaming.

In my Evolution Game,
playing with and against Time as Other,
my rules emerge natural laws of healthy,
and pathology,
trends and order and political balance/imbalance,
witnessed by elder spirit voices,
iconic memories of past Games
with diastatic/static
diastolic/purgative
evolving rules of vocational recreation with co-passion play.

Nutrient rules flowing through my veins
and out through rivers of arteries of positive/negative trees
deep fertile cuts and folds,
articulating primal neural streams with suboptimizing substreams,
swelling mainframe-economy with eco-reiterating-nested synaptic revolutions
and co-ebbing aptic mutual win-sufficiency contentment,
more sustainable midway rest from playing against Other.

Now, in Time’s anthro-game of evolving life
s/he plays sometimes against anger and fear memories,
and sometimes with love and peace future investment
with winwin outcome intent,
co-arising regeneratively healthy Anthro-Egos as Other players,
also running coincidental WinWin, WinLose, and LoseLose
strategic naturally emergent health functions and dis-easing pathology
with transitionally revolutionary co-incarnate bilateral form
as postmillennial anthrocentric PlayNice frequencies of EarthTime.

In our love of eco-winning games
we play sometimes against cooperatively stretching regenesis,
and sometimes with Other natural loving life
strategic nutrient-nurture optimization players,
whenever and wherever we can hunt and haunt them up,
make them up as iconic gods and goddesses,
as necessary to harvest win-winnowing together.

In this funny little evolution game,
it is wrong because impossible
to harvest winnings we have not regeneratively seeded,
as individual ego players
and as a potentially Earth-centric tribe of team players.

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Medicated Breath

I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.

I breathe in laughter
to breathe through pain.

I breathe in and up
to breathe down thru-out.

I breathe in language
to breathe through syntax.

I breathe inside
to breathe through all sides.

I breathe in DNA languaged You
to breathe through RNA instinctive me.

I breathe in Left-brained dominant you
to breathe through Right-brain permanently-encultured me.

I breathe inflating ego
to breathe eco-conflating,
double-binding,
Self+Other time.

I breathe in convex information
to breathe through concaving dissonant co-arising noise.

I breathe economic expansion
to breath through ecological contractions,
decomposition,
purgation.

I breathe in Eco’s Plan A
to breathe through Ego’s balancing Plan B.

I breathe in zen zero nondual form,
to breathe through tao Yang-Yin balancing
ergodic/ionic binomial
mutually-gravitational co-arising function.

I breathe in yolky embryonic paradigms
to breathe out revolutioning Time’s polypathic ecologic.

I breathe in what matters [+Polynomial]
to breathe through optimally healthy midway double-dark energy
[(-,-) Polynomial]

I breathe in 0-soul theorems
to breathe through 0-sum economically full-living cooperatives.

I breathe in rich nutritional health and well-being
to breathe through wealth of form and function.

I breathe in ego-Win!
to breathe through not-not eco-win.

I breathe
to breathe through you,
as us.

I breathe in transparent-mirror ego compost
to breathe out eco-seeds of regenerating culture.

I breathe in nondual coincidence
to breathe out co-arising,
self-balancing perpetuation
of mutual mentoring gravitation.

I breathe in yes
to breathe through polycultural not not yet.

We are breathing together
to breathe through remembering syntax
of permacultural time’s diversely seasoned articulations.

The family and living planet that breathe together
stay together.

The family, planet, that doesn’t,
well…not so much.

I breathe in sunshine
to breathe through rain.

Note:Influenced by Dr. Robert Norton’s ethological theory of communication strings, following a geometric¬†and logical fractal rhythm. ¬†See “Communication & Consequences: Laws of Interaction” (1996), Robert Norton and David Brenders; essential reading for poets and would-be-effective-public-facilitators of communication and inclusive policy development, especially health and economic policy.

 

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The Civil PolyCultural Revolution Party

“Before the party begins,”
said the Permaculturist to her pupils,
Yang on the Left,
Yin twins on Right,
processing nondually,
“a brief reminder.
of how to enter a room with appropriate balance.”

“This Party Door to life is not hinged for the right-hand dominant side
to swing open and closed
at Ego’s Win-Lose competitively unilateral convenience.”

“Our Party’s threshold toward Win-Win love
is a revolving door,
(0)-soul centered, geometrically, metaphysically, ecologically, and economically,
thermodynamically and gravitationally and cosmologically.
ionically and ergodically,
bionically and binomially nondual co-arising teleology,
logically and fractally dynamic,
revolutionary.
Our PolyCulture Party massively co-hosts
and energetically mentors
this universal spacetime,
on the other nondual side of this classroom’s revolving threshold door.”

“Please continue to push into the Door from the LeftYang position,
while pulling toward your Ego from your RightYin;
either way and both together, nondually.”

“Please avoid messy tangles of arms and legs
and bicamerally dissonant heads
by retaining positive clockwise revolutionary potential,
as opposed to counter-revolutionary BusinessAsUsual
for entering the classroom.”

“This PolyCulture Party celebrates our co-arising design and development,
light dawning with the flow of Time’s eco-natural system,
spinning Left to Right,
then back to Left,
iterative bicameral revolutions toward closure
of our Originating Story,
(0)Mega Tipping Point
Core Pendulum of Time
with Bicameral Enlightenment
for full-octave Party brights.”

“Today,
feeling your light of polycultural wisdom,
after you have finished all your empirical scientific research
for sufficient deductive/inductive
nondual co-arising
Win-Win double-negative logistics
and statistical dipolar trend optimization,
then,
and only then,
please step into the PolyCulture Party threshold,
become the zen nondual-Tao Door,
swing positively on Left-deductive,
and double-negatively on Right-intuitive/inductive.”

“Again,
please sustain these two bicameral frames,
simultaneously confluent
to flow nutrients out Left and wisdom in Right’s dual-dark atmosphere
in temporal and proportional alignment
for optimal thermodynamic balance,
and proactive, yet nonviolent, love.”

Yang and Yin-twins wend their weignt along Golden Ratios and Rules,
toward their nondual and dipolar,
correlational
co-arising
PolyCulture Revolution Party.

Your Bicamerally Balancing Time.
Your TriSpaceDeductive with BioTime’s Co-Inductive Memory Moment.
Your Mental Wealth of Health.

Our cooperative Win-Win ecosystemic revolutionary gaming party,
with health/wealth organic snacks,
locally grown and harvested,
decomposed and regenerated,
lived and died and relived
through future generations,
and back to once upon our co-arising dual-dark Time.

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Peaceful Losers

Patching up enslaving hatred is sure to leave some hated aftermath.
How can this be regarded as tolerable,
these interior human natured self-hatred transgenerational aftershocks?
Therefore Wisdom holds the Yang as Loser paradoxical space,
And does not dispossess guilt toward any Winners.
Virtue, like indentured servitude, is for coredemptive patching up;
Violence of enslaving hatred is for assigning Loser guilt.
But, the way of wisdom is partial toward inclusive Winners;
Siding only with coredemptive dispossessive losers
of enslavement, possession, cancerous wealth of entitled self-hatred
and fear of death as loss.

Knock Knock.

Who’s there?

Slave.

Oh, well, first, ummm…Slave whom?
And, second, are you sure you intend to knock
on my front door?

First, Slave Hater.
Second, does that sufficiently answer your question?

No, not really, Slave Hater could be most anyone I’ve ever met;
this really doesn’t help me figure out who you are
knocking on my door
in this eternal moment.

So why don’t you open your door
to answer your own fearful questions
about my Hater identity?

Because anyone I would welcome into my life
would never knock first.

What does that say about your identity?
Who are you,
a 24-7 pit stop
only open for those who have a key to you?

That doesn’t sound quite right,
but perhaps not wrong either.

Well then it sounds like we are a good fit.
I’m Slave Hater,
both not quite right or wrong
for your passive-aggressive locked door
Win-Lose logistical strategy.

Wait a minute,
I didn’t say I’m passive aggressive,
and everybody I know locks their door
to win some safety from losers.

But you do say you are passive-aggressive
in your habitual practice of reminding those around you
of what you did not say or do.
You have less empathy for enslaved losers
than fear of becoming one yourself.
Don’t worry so much about it,
all us losers already know you’re a loser too
and we will feel comforted by learning
that you finally recognize you are one of us self-haters.
It’s OK,
really.
You hope that hanging onto that one last key
in your pocket
means you’re not a total loser.
It does.
OK?
No one intends to dispute that,
at least no one you are ever likely to meet
to know and learn to love,
as long as you totally invest in that last sole-Winner key.

Patching up a great hatred
is sure to leave some hatred outside
and behind,
downstream for future struggling memories
dreams
and generations.

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