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Fr. Time’s Reprise

Fr. Time, thanks for coming back again today.

Well now, you know I always have plenty of time
for Dr. Glory!

Thank you for that rather cloying and creepy response.
I talked to FireGod a few days ago,
were you aware of that?

Yes, of course.
He and EarthGaia know all about each other.
Although not on the same page,
they are each appositional pages
in the same gospel choirbook,
so to run on with too many words once again….
Where am I?

It sounds like you are aware of FireGod’s agenda,
why he’s all fired up
to worship a God of ReGenerative Healthy Time.
Is this the God you worship, Fr. Time?

Worship is more EarthGaia’s department, actually.
I guess I would say I do my co-gravitating balance best
to continue perpetuating God
as Nutritious Co-Elational Prime Relationship.

Relationship with?…
Relationship with what or whom?
Is your God a verb
without subject or object?

No.
A verb with Yang languaged subjects
unfolding yin-dipolar co-arising objectives,
health,
life,
re-creation,
self-perpetuating 4D bicameral polycultural systems.

Fr. Time, does it bother you
that you seem to be too self-involved
for the rest of us?
Are you worshiping yourself
in some narcissistic whirlwind of nothing important?

No, again,
co-gravitating time as co-arising space
balancing WinWin ecohealth
is not worshiping God
although it could be divinely humane
if we could all help each other’s bicameral time
feel and grow and become
and evolve more therapeutically balanced.

Let me try this one last time.
Not as God-loving Gaia
and not as Fear-filling FireGod,
but as these Two,
Right with Left,
Past with CoPresent synergetic Future,
who or what is God to BiLateral Time?

BiCameral CoArising TimeEqualness.
I could say that.
I did say that.
But, saying this changes God
into language that could not quite be truly just and right and good
and fully beautiful.
A song perhaps,
or, better, a dance.
God is my 4-steps of dialectic revolutionary freedom
to choose health over pathology
by setting aside all that is not love becoming
eco-self-conscious elational-correlational
co-empathic time
within and without our selves.

Still doesn’t have much swing to it.

You think my timing is off?

I think your balance is off.

No, that couldn’t be,
or ever become true.

So you say.

So I am that I was.

Not that one again.

Time repeats

Oh, here we go…

Mutually CoPresent.

Fr. Time…?

More of a Father/Queen Eco BiCameral Time
TransParent YHWH dancing dream.

God is your Heavenly Dream?

And BeLoved Community Earth.

Dancing together?

Kind of a jazzy swing and dance,
lots of spinning and drums,
and stretching,
don’t forget to stretch
physically and metaphysically together.
It feels so good
once it stops disforming history.

Fr. Time, are you still with me here?

Now I am, if you are too.

Is there a Queen Time?
Because, frankly, I feel sorry for her,
if there is.

Yes and no, I’m bilaterally co-gravitational;
everybody knows my self-progenitive creation story.

Oh, well, thank you, again, Fr. and Mother Time
for another lovely non-dialogue
here at our PermaCultural Climate Conference.
Can’t tell you how much we enjoy
your timelessly vacuous messages.

Think nothing of it.
Do it all the time.

OK, you’re doing that thing again,
when I try to say thanks for the interview
and close
but you have to get in one last self-referencing plug.
You are such a shameless hustler!

Just half the time.

Goodnight.

Night…

Is s/he really gone?

[Still here, now…]

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December Rain

It was the middle of an unusually warm Connecticut December
darkly drizzly deep afternoon.

Drizzly wait,
not long before her hungry needy kids returned from school,
she propped herself against their covered back porch wall,
knees up,
peering out
listening to wonder how her life was the same,
and different,
compared to this river flowing surely and widely
but silently south behind their backyard,
while the river of cars in front
shuttled up and down the state highway’s over-fueled Advent traffic,
punctuated with violent horn blasts,
or perhaps warmly intended “Hello”s, “I’m passing by….”

Passing.
Water toward the south Sound,
carbon-eaters to her back,
across the front yard Advent
of early evening’s commercial family business,
industry,
institutions for competing commodification
flowing stealthily and syncopatedly impatient toward,
and then by-passing away.

By-passing,
messiah’s mass faltering
to sing in her faithful
but worn thin heart and air,
hoping her river loved co-redemptive Sounding ocean
even more than busy motors
surging through more urgent toxic time
invested to completely commodify
this Birthing Wonder’s self-purgative sacred flow
into co-therapeutic nature.

Commodifying home and families
into consumer markets
flowing down her river of mid-December’s discontent
with waiting.

Discontent,
gloaming river fog
spread miraculously radiant by one uninvited yellow street light,
waiting for her family’s bus
to deliver this December night’s transforming birth.

 

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Earth’s EcoZen Garden

I notice Life unfolding each embryo of Time
sewing Earth’s naturally revolving liturgy,
Eco-Rites of Passage
through TransMillennial Time’s fertile transition field,
SuperEco Earthly universe our Garden-Commons home,
shared cooperative space,
human nature’s enculturating language place.

Time unveils creative conscience as incarnating evolution,
Dharmakaya.
Space covers metaphysical gravity valleys of co-temporal metaphor
premised on regeneratively patterned syntax,
analogy as rhapsody,
wealthy places as healthy self-optimizing spaces,
Grace Garden,
karmic Sanghakaya,
biological revolution of Climaxing co-prehension,
Universal Intelligence as Polynomial Information,
budding with Full-Yang power
in dipolar blissful marriage
with Time’s TransParent “dual-dark”
recycling
tipping
functional boundaries,
mutual subsidiarity of self-gravitating Yin-Yin Garden,
polyculture’s natural harmonics.

This bicameral human natured species
hunts Earth’s investments in Time,
mentoring Eco-Balanced SpaceTime optimization,
Yang/Yin climaxization,
our Polycultural Beloved Community,
love as life’s optimal polysystemic Eden-Garden.

Human nature’s DNA
evolves SpaceTime’s regenerative syntax character,
engaging fully HereSpace with NowTime,
EgoSpace emerging through (0)-Soul’s Core fault-line,
Eco/Bio Systemic Time.
Yang EgoDeduction with Yin Eco-normic Induction,
Inflation predicting Conflation,
Inhale previewing Exhale,
balances synergetic power with negentropic co-passion’s Garden,
gathering wisdom.

What rises must fall
What Left-Ego inflated before
will Eco conflate within its slow Right-tempered Time,
could reconnect comprehension with wonder,
might stabilize and sustain Earth’s Gethsemane Garden.

Gethsemane Gardens are messianic dying places,
conflating mass,
decompressing energy,
hibernating hypothermic advents
waiting for bicamerally balancing happier harvest
of cooperative,
inclusive,
co-passionate love stories,
sustained climax-contentment.

Perennial Polycultural Gardens sustain a balance with empty death,
as summer seasonally opposes winter.
Living this co-messianic vocation is less a religious pilgrimage
and more design and development
of our most nutritious Wealth Health Garden,
blending our familial polyculture-guilds,
watering our Earth Tribe’s permacultural vocation,
transforming our Gethsemane Garden
into Time’s ecotherapeutic Paradise.

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Stuff I Wonder

What does it feel like to wake up into your skin?

Your day?

What do you feel first most days?

Is it in any way influenced by gratitude,

or totally given over to worry,

anxiety about your shortness of time?

 

Is this life the one you had in mind as a child?

When did this that you do to fill your days and years become your dream?

Or is it your nightmare?

Or something in between?

If so, which parts are closest to your dream

and what were you doing

and how old were you

and who did you live with

as this became your dream?

Were these relationships good dream mentors for you?

How did you get to this day, this place, this vocation?

When did the nightmares start

and are they something more than the fear

of your own cherished dream’s loss?

 

What is that one thing that sets you apart,

that is your unique character fingerprint?

How is your identity unique from all other identities alive now,

or in the past,

or in future generations?

And, if your uniqueness is no one thing,

but a constellation of attributes,

characteristics, dreams, fears, wisdom,

aspirations, relationships, memories,

then how is any one of those unique to you,

and if none is,

after due consideration,

then how are you not part of me

and all that is related to you

that is also related to others

that are less directly related to you,

on back to the emergence of memory capacity itself?

 

What do you imagine was that first memory?

Do you think it was of longing or belonging,

or somehow both,

like the contentment waiting within harmonic contention,

resolution waving toward our future,

still waiting in noncontentious background?

 

Is this content intuited as in-format-ionic,

to know and love nature’s wise re-solutions?

Evolution and Revolution each grow, respectively,

Yin- and Yang-tempered resolutions,

optimizing balanced incoming diastolic form

and outgoing memory-folded content?

Really?

 

It’s that prime permaculturally balanced,

optimizing enculturation’s meaning

by minimizing  future’s monoculturally rapacious dissonance?

Really?

 

 

 

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Twinkle Star

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder who you are,

are you me when I am light,

am I you when I shine bright?

Twinkle, twinkle shining star,

how I wonder who we are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder what you are,

up above this Earth so high,

like a diamond in our sky.

Twinkle, twinkle flying star,

how I wonder what you are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder when you are,

did you used to be more bright,

is there time to touch your light?

Twinkle, twinkle blinking star,

how I wonder when you are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder where you are,

are you shining in my past,

or calling me to come home fast?

Twinkle, twinkle wandering star,

how I wonder where we are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder why you are,

are you here to calm my fear,

am I here to send you cheer?

Twinkle, twinkle silent star,

how I wonder why we are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder how you are,

do you have a cold today,

are you sure you feel OK?

Twinkle, twinkle cloudy star,

how I wonder how you are.

 

Twinkle, twinkle little star,

how I wonder if you are,

have you blinked your last goodbye

flickered out a burning sigh,

Twinkle, twinkle black night star

how I wonder if we are.

 

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Sibling Tree

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

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