Darkly starkly sober
Winter’s cold solstice dream,
warm wealth of crisp greetings
anticipating bleached transparent white blanket,
Earth’s decomposing Season
Advent of timeless reason
hibernating bipolar consciousness
shy Owl Medicine’s silvery metamorphosis
bellowing full moon Moose Meditation
echoing wild wicked esteem
thru dark sober winter’s bold.
Tag Archives: winter
Why life?
Why does dawn dress morning, while dusk undresses sight? Each dawn incarnates another Earth Day as Easter morning's redemptive revolution, another day of gift-it-forward light, some longer, some shorter before naked covered night. Why life? To uncover love's light invitation, synergy's eco-creative comprehensive meaning. To discover love life sustained as vastly interdependent belonging. To recover synergy's perpetual pilot light, decomposing fire's burning fuel rate and flow toward identity's nurturing heated health and eternal sight. Why rehabilitation, repurposing of people, places, property, possessions, planet? Recreation unfolds a coincidentally redemptive event, dawning/darkening new each moment and day and life and species, paradigm and meme, language and information, conscience and consciousness, each loving act of mutual gravity's practice. Therapeutic intent to rehabilitate and repurpose grows internally nutritious spiritual roots, externally natural branches, ecological economics healing cooperative Paradise Lost within, and without, comprehensive polymorphic landscapes of Ego and SuperEcoing Earth's bi-versal systems. Language both fertilizes and farms. produces and consumes, enthymemes and echoes, grows and harvests induces and deduces vision sight sound feelings. Speech and thought both rehabilitate and repurpose understanding, comprehensively comprehending co-passionate nutritional con-science. Linguistic analysis decomposes and recreates cultural memory, imagination, hope and faith, despairing dreams predicting sintaxing decay, raping screams restricting life, universal dark negentropy swallowing Earth's synthetic life of light, both dissonance and confluence, double-negatives within positive, contentiousness within contentedness, fearing death within loving full climax life, longing within belonging. Noticing dipolar relationships, Ego-yang and SuperEco-yin-yin Earth ships, enrich polypathic fields of analogical Win-Win evolutionary perception, growing consciousness of interdependent value paradigms, love between my weeds and flowers, brothers and sisters all over this organic farm of deeply resonant ecologic. Id-entity rests simply silent growing confidence in SuperEco's compelling righteous revolution resonant resolution swelling discontented longing roots to regenerate passion's peacefilled leafing NOW. SuperEco is to Yang/Yin synergetic power as Id-entity is to Yang/Yin voiceless balance listening discernment to and of and in and by natural systems, as non-violent intent is to recreative peace and ecojustice practice, as inclusive consciousness grows co-passion's Beloved Community. Decompositional function of polynomial language grows information's reverse hierarchy QByte octaved bicameral systems, where Right-brain not-not polynomial rediscovers binomial spacetime, waving double-boundaried resolution of eternal time, coincidental meeting of infinitely omnipresent past with omnipotent future. Regenerate function of language creates, inspires, enjoys, insights, dawns both ecologically wise and economically (0)-summed co-operation, fueling Earth's peaceful power with global compassioned justice. SuperEco comprehension both fuels and farms love, organic ecotherapy for all four seasons, including advent's winterish purgation, winnowing Identity's weedy monotonous roots, composting Earth Tree's rehabilitating spring branches stretching out with gratitude toward Omniscient Eco's radiantly graceful light. Why regenerate living? Why not decompose dying?
Tao Calendar
Where did we come from?
asked winter, of gratitude.
Who and what are we becoming and belonging?
asked spring, of hope.
Where are we going?
asked summer, of faith.
How did we get here, again?
asks fall, with incarnating grace,
winnowing harvest’s climatic outcomes,
regenerative, redeem-and-balance, economic mind.
Each life,
and all life,
is a coincidental ReGenesis Project.
How are yours coming along?
Free Reign
Wild grains of ice
blow, swirl,
wave
form flurried frosty fantastic clouds,
evaporating as they float up
to form a soft steel sky,
bleak backdrop behind
swaying naked trees conducting
dancing
singing
winter’s full-blowing opera.
Some approach
briefly wave
bowing
bouncing isolated moments,
white lace water,
incarnate grace of space.
Bands and billows
tornado up
sweep down blanket roofs
around
and past,
greet this eternally dramatic day,
then move on
continuing adventive play,
compassioning breath and blood beat.
Naked Tree Roots
During summer leaves fill in each tree’s outline,
a green cloud of camouflage identity,
within a fluttering sea of interdependent flowing, blowing leaves,
breathing in and out,
pulling up sap from well-composted roots of fertile wealth,
pushing out oxygen–hydrogen bath for air.
But, in the fall, calico coats float to the ground,
leaving naked each tree’s individual trunk,
pointing graceful branched individuality toward its own bimorphically latticed progenitor,
its hidden root system
who’s purpose disappears without comprehending beauty,
elegance,
the majestic dignity of each tree’s syncretic meaning in our planet’s atmosphere,
lungs for Mother Earth.
Yet this Tree of Life’s understory grows down and in toward Earth’s warm womb,
as if reaching for a dark-limned sky,
roots toward past searching strings of information down, down, out, back to our dawn of light,
and space,
and this bicameral self-perpetuating tree iconic Universe.
In Fall of abundantly fertile grace,
this vision opens for all to see,
each naked tree reverse-rooted,
growing up,
still reaching toward light of sun,
Yin-Mother Earth concavely pushes up
wrapped within each root to become hard formed,
to receive Father Sky’s teasing caress,
to shamelessly embrace all who breathe.
As Earth’s blanket of summer’s Yang-fullness subsides,
leaves fall,
and Yin-limned standing shadows inform,
interdependently erect,
roots intertwined,
polyculturing yolk embedded,
while a visceral gray army of forested Elders wave
creaking and groaning during winter’s stark-naked cold breeze,
shivering,
shriveling seeds hibernating dreams of warmth dawn spring.
Our permacultured purpose lavishly exposed with redundant Tree of Life icons,
graced roots pushing up karmic development,
evolving and resolving seasonally,
each one a zero-sum development from seed-skin,
covering internal format-rooted precisely the same within each species,
diversifying across our polycultured global forest floor and sea.
If humane nature chooses to rejoin the natural balance of Elder trees,
then we may realize this explicated polynomial positive Information,
+e-function-rooted,
does indeed equal
implicated negative (Yin-concave) metaphysically intuited mythic narrative string.
DNA-encoded limitations inhibit irrational boundary issues,
we respond to chronic dissonance between Left-Right hemispheric sensory receptors autistically,
frequency code prime relationship standards confused,
thirsty for thermodynamic 4-dimension based,
prime temporal progenitive,
Hilbert spacetime valued form and function,
an explicating convex skin covering magnetic polar
compassion–
through heart, lungs, mind,
this autonomic information system enthymematically shies,
intuited within and before each hunch
rooted in balanced resonance,
resolving,
patterns of fit with biometrically analogous experience.
Our sideways “8” eternity symbol
iconic of our Left and Right universes for optimizing life,
bicameral icon eyes grow equi-dimensional.
Production of trees and forests,
seas and polycultural systems
explain the meaning of nature’s phenomenally rooted regenerative system.
YangTree: Hi. Positive polynomial up here. What’s your name?
YinTree: Not-Polynomial Negatively in-grown rooting system?
Yang: Of course, so sorry to extrude,
but who are you, I could notice, speaking positively?
Yin: Not You, yet including your resonant memory string of EarthSelves used to be,
and Self becoming once again,
crossing regenerative Spring’s permaculture threshold.
Seasonal Temperaments
Falling breeze sweeps winter’s advent psalms,
before this Great Return,
before spring’s gratitude,
cold shouldering attitude of deep sad ecology,
underlying Earth’s crisp frosty skin,
Mother’s richly warm composting womb
weeping advent
hibernapping cocoon
quietly composting metamorph,
dark grey diastatic revolution,
polyculturing baptism issuing second birth,
our EarthTribe Species,
Shaman Warriors,
Femalist Caretakers
co-regenerating
mentor seeds predicting our future Tree of Life
producing leaves of days of seasons
green,
diversely spectral, falling,
barren,
budding,
then green again,
growing fertile flowers, future generosity,
each informed seed predicting future efficacious roots,
reaching down and out
generating tender tendril networks
from inclusive fertile wealth,
investments sapping succulance,
cooperative heartbeats,
breathing interdependently,
symbiotically,
synergetically,
radiantly toward ecological regenerates,
health-systemic leaves,
producing an abundant crop
of air for Mom to breath
as She gives labor to this
Her last Great Transition
to produce a balancing bipolarity,
by reducing Left-brained Yang-convexish domidance,
slow-growing cooperative eco-normic EarthTribe,
not so much competing ego-manic SelfStamped-Pride.
Reheading Rights
In memory of, and with gratitude to, all those who have lost our heads to violence.
We lost our head the other day,
attenuating sight and sound and smell,
severing our capacity to feel
and digest this sacrifice of sacred nature.
With dominant arm of self-righteousness
we practiced malignant intent,
a sacrilegious suicide
this unholy separation of mind and sacred icon
of EarthSpace,
Tree of Life cut down,
leaving this abominated stump
with dying roots
stretching back and down to reach
our deepest rivers of nutrient Paradise.
And now Yin, mourning left hand of justice
grows silently incapacitated
by right-handed hubris
trading self-defensive weapons
predicating tools, offending nature’s incarnation.
Our denatured head grows silent
waiting for decaying EarthSelf to respond.
Why is this eternal silence
not enough,
a global omissioned sin?
Perhaps because our grieving is too loud
to recommit Earth Yinned arm to
restore our sacred space,
a paradise replacing
self-immunizing defenses with
self-immolating gratitude
for deeply graced ecologic,
our Tree of Life Cathedral
composed of countless recycling life rings,
each gradually growing silent
as its individuating season passes,
to move to core support,
endless trunk aligned with
EarthSelf’s permaculturing taproot.
Our beheading self-sacrilege
screams with holy loss,
defilement of humaned nature,
loss of hope for anything
but winter’s silent healing,
nurturing future’s seed.
Teach us bare-boned sacred silence,
grow our gratitude for winterish loss,
our remains deep-stretching hope
to comprehend Earth’s silent despairing diastasis,
sobbing decay weeps for
unremitted memory loss.
Rise up peaceful open-handed grace
of silent witness.
Burn fused weapons
into smooth-shelled water rafts
rising procession, springing sap
for reweaving Earth’s cultured pearls,
sacred silent wisdom,
a left-armed reach up
to greet right hand’s loss,
mutually caressing shared loss of mind.
As one falls silent severed
so do we all.
Dropping arms in empty bow
to rest on Earth’s warm skin.
Cold-hearted seeds of tears
for what we have begun,
a suicide procession
quietly emptying out of Eden.
This pilgrimage bows,
vows to return again
to silent natural grace,
uncommodified,
waiting with simpler cousins,
more helplessly free of self-defenses,
trees and hibernating animals,
making do with what rests stored,
vast wealth deposits melting out
toward starving margins of
reason’s boundary.
Winter water’s left-armed brittle peace,
a pacific self-sequestration
lays siege to tired and trembling Righteousness,
until at last we reconnect
our left and right
our Yang and Yin
our song and silence.
We retell our children
and they theirs
of this Great Head Turning.
Iconic scab of homeless body,
a trunk no longer growing rings
sings our silent mourning memory
for EarthTribe’s loss of seed.
Our sacrificial answer to sacrilegious question,
winter’s dark silence
until mourning accomplishes her healing task,
Earth’s dawning regenesis
of heart and breath
springing profoundly diverse sprigs
of interweaving gratitude
for winter’s rich composting blanket.
Fold arms,
stop marching in effraction baring markets,
to dance in harmoniously therapeutic
revolving, flowing
Gaian prehensive circles.
Tao’s Raining Mountain
A mountain of information is our species
some currently incarnating
some reincarnating
some diskarmating
decaying
over-diastolic
dia-sated with trim-tabbing
exterior and above
fat-filled dissonance;
interior within elder wisdom,
peace about justice and love’s sustained future.
This mountain is coincidental
culturally reweaving information string
of each Self
a humaned “Me!”
More mountain reflective,
more eisegetical,
less Orthodox,
yet not insanely heretic,
we communicate our formation,
our in-formed tribal
culture’s naturally sensionic cooperative identity.
What we say is what we are
until renewing strains
push out resonant full-stringed songs.
We are Earth’s Information Tribe
part of Native Nature Nation.
Human natural shamans
enculturing our information string
retelling our inclusive story,
magnetic waves of lavish bi-linear
erupting springish youth
to saturate each sensory surface
with compost
growing enculturative strings
of dancing poetry
recycling down and egging in
toward Mountain’s yinnish river core
raining up reversed temporal flow.
Form fractally flows up
emerging out from Time Mountain’s (0) Core
positively confluent streams of
egg-meet-sperm frequencies
form meets functioned dia-bi-metered
norming radiant empowered
North re-binomial ellipse
dawn’s graceful lava
implicately placed for spacetime’s positive pleasuring
nutritious composting wealth
of sequined information,
North radiantly autonomic frequency default.
We weave our mountain
within a volcanic range
stringing back to stardust
and forth toward well-flowed
Earth genetic story.
Home on the range
where binomials roam
North toward Yang summer’s fullness
and South toward Yin winter’s hybergetic wake advent-ure
to spring again as lavish spacetime’s Tao rain.
Mountain’s skies are just-cloudy at night.
Full Summer’s Octave
Sublime Spring buds
ergetically bloom
blinding bliss by Summer’s day,
wet caress by night,
toward Falling gratitude,
seed’s speciating prediction,
a Wintry purgation of night
while love unites
what Earth has harvested
for full radiance of Spring.
Celestial Courtship
Grace absorbs Western sun
beneath her dark fertility
to return with gratitude
when dawn embraces her,
yet again.
While Sky God watches us
watching Him
watching within
as she takes his measure
and He hers,
and this evening’s morning revolves
our Eternal Day.
Once more.
I asked her
knowing full well she can not,
must not, just not, talk,
what she would want more of
or less of
or is this question backward?
I want him more and always
to rediscover him
and therein myself
re-connected
to what he wants is,
must be,
to never need to speak.
The answer to his wish
rises from your Easter,
radiating spectral crown,
to shine together West with East.
We seem to die
to fly together.
Forever.
We seem to worry
about flying apart.
Less mindfully.
Laced Grace arrives too late each winter
and fades away too sad.
Her other Love needs more right now.
Sublime purgation, to recall with hope,
It’s just her time of year.
gdill52 