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Same Old Song and Dance: Taoist ReMix

Ta(0) Climate

Songs,
spiritually sung,
express internal ego-expanding Dance.

Dance,
Natural healthy healing grace
articulates inside resonant music,
spirit-natured,
mind embodied
muses.

If strong dance of ego/eco nature’s grace
ReForms Yang
ReFlows weaving grace abundant songs
ReFunction YinSquared spirit light

EnLightening TaoTime,
of inside resonant song
speaking outside resilient dance
WinWin amusing, sometimes WinLose terrifying,
her/historical
dipolar co-arising muses.

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When Wealth Is Not A Noun

If health is just an unprivileged noun
and healthy is her adjective,
what is dynamic healthing,
the man-verb?

Some think healing LeftBrain Yang,
others feel therapeutic RightBrain SacredYin
matriarchal mostly.

But we all can bicamerally find active healthing
in secular/sacred Integrating,
cooperative creolization,
deductive/inductive transubstantiation.

Or do you find ego-healing
in secular dominant segregating
deductive
reductive
Either/Or
dualistic thinking about health
with no sacred hope of truly beautiful wealth
through one mere mortal lifetime?

Integration’s noun is Integrity
which is as sacred,
or merely LeftBrain dominant secular,
as organic bilateral life ourselves
lived fully Golden Ruled
for our CoMessianic selves
and our originally disintegrated
Bodhisattva ego-health/eco-wealth
yang/yin holistic
ZeroZone zen
sum

Integrity’s health-wealth intent
toward each Moment’s
PrimeRelational potential
for polyphonic-polypathic-polynomial
synergy.

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Snail Trails and Rat Tails

My transportive
awesome Muse
speaks of a hiking trail
for an aging snail.

My communicative
wondrous music
is dancing choreography
for an ageless bee
coming.

 

I asked if I might speak
with the Editor in Chief
of my town’s daily GoodNews Bulletin…

No.
I do not have an appointment…

Yes.
It is regarding GoodNews
for his local variety show
he hopes to continue WinWin Gaming
hereabout
and OtherWise.
Golden Rules
and governing Ratios of trust
over active distrust,
investing in PositivEnergy
over
Negative BadNews…

Once inside this CEO’s office,
I thank him for his patriarchal time
and then spin a matriarchal web
yarn.

I ask him if he is interested
in partnering with our EcoSchool Academy
to harvest youth-led Green investigative
journal telling stories
about health v RedHot pathology,
Public Health.

He asks me,
Why and how do you see
Public, or even Private, Health
sufficiently and necessarily Green?
It seems to me,
he circuitously continues,
our circulatory nutrition systems
are red going in
and mysteriously blue respiration
breathing bilaterally out
Left and Right synergetic
Elder Right with Younger Left dynamic
old spiritual and new natural EarthTribes
of RNA then DNA extended family enscriptions
for Earth CoRevolutionary Survivors
rock rolling
MotherEarth Matriarchal SpaceTime,
4D RealTime
WinWin GoodNews Bulletins.

This sounds EgoSelf-serving,
now that I rewind and wind and wind,
and perhaps too eco-centrically webbed
for LeftBrain dominants
to fractally follow
patriarchally along,
but that might explain
the Editor in Chief’s
GoodNews circulatory problems,
pathological trends
too Red for resilient Right with Left Wings,
and actively cooperating feet.

Predictably,
Chief Editor
asks about who is paying for all this
and how will these stories
grow ad revenue.

So I use an example
of a real world,
not fake news,
journalistic activism scenario–
a Thought Experiment
for cooperative dialectal two.

Students, in secure pairs,
could survey Cliff St. neighbors
to find out how many renters
and homeowners
have had rodent issues this winter.

Why is that a reasonable question to ask?

My oldest son lives there
with hungry river rats
eating his refrigerator
and his stove
wiring.

He has noticed
extermination winter service trucks
and growing trends
frequently about accumulating private health investment,
and steel over concrete
double-barriers non-absorbing,
more appropriate to resist
our four-legged too friendly pests.

I see Public Health
but I still don’t see Green Activism.

The rats
and their terrorized roommates
probably see this as a Green cooperative ownership concern,
health-supporters avoiding way too much BadNews bloodshed issues,
competing and losing investments and assets,
nests and tails and pet paws
with their side-by-side neighbors,
hoping to spend less of little competitively-gained green goodnews
they have left for food,
now rodent-devoured,
and new wind-poured refrigerators
and new solar-fueled stoves
autonomously,
because of an unspoken
and, to date,
not noticed Public Pathology expense
of anti-cooperatively owned
WinWin Green
seen as too Red RightWing economic
and political
LeftBrain dominant
WinLose issues.

Which sells BedNews and GoodNews papers
and larger circulations
increase values for local ad co-investors,
Especially from exterminator for-profits
and neighborhood revitalization non-profits,
and public and private health services.

And possibly Green STEM EcoSchools
and PositivEnergy Cooperative Corporations
and CoHousing Developers,
and Rodent Rights Advocates,
and Tenant Organizers,
and Attorneys
and Domestic Cleaning Services
and appliance recyclers
and Environmental Protection Agencies…

You had me with BadNews exterminators.
So what’s in this for you?

My oldest son and I
co-own his home.
While he has no frig
or stove
he comes to my place to eat and eat.

That young man
and his girl
can EAT!

And, I’m paying for half
of our exterminator contract
with my Social Security income.
Why do you ask?

Because if you have no skin in this WinWin Game,
then I don’t know if I can trust
your lack of ego-investment.

For me,
to be a Green 2020 Health Revolutionary
is awesomely resonant wealth
of Earth’s Bilateral Resilience,
sung through my-our DNA’s past co-investments
regenerating Earth’s EcoSchool History.

 

My reincarnating
awesome DNA-RNA Muse
unfolds hiking snails
merging ancient four-seasoned trails.

My inside music
wondrous bilateral communication
dances bee language
of ageless choreography
becoming co-operators.

 

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Snow Falls Up

Snow falls up
to those already on their backs
yet still open for looking up
as others watch down,
but not also up.

East meets West
whether I start
east
or west
or north
or south
where East and West
remain fractally
practically adjacent.

Adjacent balance
co-arises
dawning East
with settling West
and not competing
for attention
against one invested way
or other,
ego North WiseElder
or eco South Wild AthleticAdolescent

Playing planning games
networking
sacred healing restorations.

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Investing With Us

Not Just Praying For Us

When I strike my Yang strong poses
and then my Yin flowing folding in bows
toward you,
I am neither praying
nor am I not.

I am not preying
on less polycultural ideals,
nor am I not monoculturally
further victimizing myself.

I am taking care with my body,
and thus what’s left of my bilaterally balancing mind.

I am health care giving and receiving
for outside natural voices
listening silently
belovedly
with inside WinWin spiritual choices.

PositivEnergy Yang’s active integrity
with dualdark NegativEnergy
against monoculturing mendacity.

Yin fractal-squared
for those into bio-phylogeneric experiential
geocentric
synergetic
polypathic
ZeroZone metrics.

Yin slow resilient speed
of deep ecological mythic enlightenment
for those into BlackHole mystery
reverse time reweaving Creation Stories
and Complex Reversion Theories of Time
Alpha-(0)Mega Tipping Points
resilient
and radiant co-arising LeftYang with Right SacredYin

Multilateral ZeroZone health care
for Permaculture Designers
and Restorative Therapeutic Justice Healers,

CoOperative Climate Ownership and Management
for CEOs and parents and teachers
and PositivEnergy Democracy Mentors.

EgoSelf with EcoOther perpetual co-ownership of Wide and WiseElder integrity
for EarthSoul Holonic Spirited Identities
Yang/Yin co-arising
Original Zen-YHWH ReGenerative ZeroZone Intent.

But,
praying for God’s ZeroZone Rapture
for you
as for me?
I hadn’t thought of my stretches
and bows
in a colonizing
predative
WinLose ZeroSum
extractive way.

Grace stretches Yang’s ego-logical embrace.
Empathic Yin bows toward eco-loving,
dualdarking
intuitive WiseElder
co-empathic cosmological memories.

Resilience activates my systemic PositiveEnergy
health outcomes we habitually co-invest
what resonant good faith holds
both truth harmonic beauty
nurturingly together.

Song and dance
dipolar and polyphonic
polypathically co-incarnate
nutrition’s richest stretch and bow narratives.

Rhyme and rhythm
co-arise seasonal PositivEnergy Democracy
theo-eco-cooperatively reweaving
CoCreation’s Stories

ZeroZone prime relational,
PositivEnergy regenerational,
LeftCreator with RightCreation
WiseElder multiculturing
dipolar co-arising
Tao ReGathering
Golden Rule and Ratio
mutual namaste,
Universal Creolizing WiseElder WinWin Invitations.

YangEgo
co-arising reverse not-faced
Eco YinFlow
full of AdventGrace,
Sacred matriarchal-patriarchal BiLateral Place,
mutually health-allied WinWin recycling
without Win-stretch
Lose-bow
waste-stream chaotic-dissonant memory.

When I strike my Yang strong co-investments
and then my folding in YinFlow re-evaluating bows
toward your integrity co-investments,
I am neither playing nor working,
nor am I not vacationing
and vocationing
and celebrating us.

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CareGiving Stories Continued

Wounded Sacred Dementia

My last foster care-provider
and -receiver story
is also a sad story
of my last special needs adoption
of bipolar born,
and oppositionally reared,
alcoholism.

My BiPolar Wounded Child
turned an auspicious five
on the day I first saw her,
and promptly rejected her,
not in dipolar person,
but in a picture of Little Brown Girl
with Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
surrounded by huge multicolored balloons
like a bubble bath
gone delightfully wrong
for a demented princess,

And so has life proved to be
living in her often queenly raging
perpetual-childhood Reign,
not so wonderfully benign,
now mid-adolescent,
at least hormonally.

Dementia,
like Fetal Alcohol,
was on my list of
“Will not consider even meeting,
much less living and dying with.”

The local Department of Children and Families folks
knew I had a too-empty bedroom
and restorative therapeutic experience
and special needs caregiving training
they had provided,
patience I had practiced
retained
restrained
rewoven cooperatively.

I was certified for FirstAid, but not Last,
and administering medications
and receiving ecotherapies
and what to do when a child is choking
and not yet choking
and mouth-to-mouth heart palpitation,
and avoiding ear-to-ear mind pulpitization.
Although, truthfully, I believe my Permaculture Design certification
was more helpful
for restorative WinWin therapy consultations
with wounded kids,
and their not-well-trained adults.

SocialWorker specialists
invited me to consider four kids
waiting for a less toxic residence.

One was Dementia.

Another older girl,
also AfricanAmerican,
wanted to wait for a home
without any male presence
in a threatening house,
due to past unthinkably unfortunate events,
furthering her internal climate
of ZeroSoul Zone pathologies.

A one year old white boy
would never walk.
I couldn’t see how I sprint
through a successful WinWin family outing
with two wheelchairs to push around.
It was already discouraging enough
with one
to often choose exploring voices outside,
now rather staying more too sedately home muted,
ZeroZone diluted,
inside.

The fourth was an older hispanic boy
who looked WinWin perfect
but then was suddenly hospitalized,
for reasons never ominously or even reassuringly explained,
and it looked likely he might never leave alive;
LoseLose.

This was one of those moments
to pause
and wonder about therapeutic timing
and nutritious choices
creating WinWin nurturing branches
or not, more WinLose,
in others’ BusinessAsUsual lives,
not just my own ZeroZen SoulZone.

Dementia’s Social Worker
was WinLose pre-disposed and concomitantly desperate
to close her unfortunately least marketable case.
At five,
this BiPolar Dementia already had two priors.

Prior attempts at WinWin adoption
that ended LoseLose,
at best,
a toxic six weeks later.

She had bounced
from one unsuccessful
They Lose and I Lose foster home
to the next
and no one of them
trained for WinWin special needs alcoholic placements,
should there actually be such a training thing,
because they didn’t want such needs
demanding in their already too complicated
indoor lose some-lose Sum
ZeroSoul too dissonant lives.

I agreed to meet Dementia
because her SocialWorker had persuaded herself,
whether through ignorance
or incompetence
I still know not,
although I’ve heard no WinWin rule
that one is less ignorantly likely
to incompetently appear
without the other,
She was persuaded
Dementia was not alcohol baptized
BiPolar Competitive more than DiPolar CoOperative,
Marked for a lifetime of Trumpian Wounded Child struggle
with bipolar cognitive-affective dissonance,
dismay, despair,
dissonant eruptions,
in addition to her cerebral palsy lifetime
of stinky and wet incontinence.

I met Dementia
in her most successful
(least tragic) foster home.

Mom was surrounded by so many kids
she did not know what to do.
But remained wise enough
to promise strong toilet-training skills
if only so someone else
would finally change Dementia’s messy climate diapers.

I brought a Dorah doll
for her recently past fifth birthday
and asked her if she spoke Spanish.
I have no idea what she said in response,
probably not Spanish,
but she delighted in tearing the packaging
into confetti
with a suspiciously satisfied smile.

Dorah would live on for a few months,
gradually losing body parts.
An arm here,
a leg there.
She went bald,
unexpectedly one scissored night.
Then her capacity to speak
and sing evaporated,
a mixed blessing
in my opinion
not that it was often asked for,
or ever heeded,
or even appreciated when received.
Finally
Dorah’s merciful beheading
led to a tearful cremation.

I had a lot of questions
for FosterMom
because I could not understand a word
Dementia mumbled.
I wasn’t even sure
of distinguishing between Yes and No
other than the too obvious non-verbal communication
that filled in for NegativEnergy
dissonant messaging systems.

So I asked why she seemed to have no resonant consonants
and could she hear clearly?
resiliently?
creolizingly?
Is that a lazy left-brained eye?
Hard to tell because she needs both Left
and Right eye surgery
for lids she cannot bicamerally lift
enough to see the warm brown gleam
of her smiling therapeutic eyes.

What are those bald patches
in her hair?
How is she coming along,
or merely commingling,
with incontinence?
Why is she a choking risk?
Why does she gulp and swallow her food whole?
Why is she throwing her food
and other nutritional
nurturing elements,
toys,
soap,
colored markers?
Who is she talking to now,
because I can’t see anybody
in front of her eyes and ears
can you?

Lots of questions.
Not many informed responses.
So I told Dementia’s SocialWorker
I would take her as a pending pre-adoption placement
but only if she promises to leave her with me
long enough
so we can get her medical attention
needed for better long-term health-wealth results.

Wounded Sacred Dementia: Part Two

Dementia’s derelict WinLose SocialWorker
suboptimizingly hesitates
when I tell her
I have not changed my mind
about not adopting Fetal Alcohol Syndrome
into my vulnerable home
with a seven-year-old AfricanAmerican boy
blind
and unable to defend himself,
or even run paraplegically away,
in the likely event of predative attack
by a jealous younger girl-child
who needs to be the ego-nurtured baby addict
of her household.

My older two AfricanAmerican sons
could defend their Nubian Princely selves,
and most certainly would,
after all,
they had experience living with Tyrant
who was older
and bigger
and louder.

The SocialWorker commits to giving me six months
unless someone else comes along
as WinWin qualified
and ready to commit
to bipolar alcoholism
for ZeroZone Soul life.

We both knew how unlikely
this would unfold
in our shared HereNow
4Dimensional RealTime
of ZeroSoul understorying TaoSpirit.

So we got Dementia’s ears tubed,
all the better to hear our creolizing consonants with.
Her eyes WinWin opened
to communication’s PositivEnergy integrities
all the better to watch us form our cooperative consonants.
Her brain pictures
all the better to predict her bipolar
ZeroSoul RightBrain emotional swings.
Her scalp de-ringwormed
all the better to fill her pretty head
with ribbgons
and butterfly berets
on her own tiny yang-braids.
Her now open eyes
wearing glasses
all the better to watch us WinWin smile back
and too often LoseLose frown,
to be incontinently honest,
holding our noses and heads
against each LoseLose other.

By the end of the first week
she no longer needed to take food to bed with her.

By the end of the first day
she taught me
When Dementia rises from her feeding chair
during a meal,
more of an athletic event,
a wrestling match really,
to jump Yang-up and Yin-down
and run around,
this does not mean she is done eating,
or feeding,
or whatever.
She has other
messier ways
to let me know
when she’s All Done!!!!

Jumping during mealtime
is something about liking the food,
absorbing PositivEnergy nurture,
and needing to calm down
and express Yang-enthusiasm.

So I stop removing her food
until the pink plastic bowl is serenely empty.
Although she usually takes care of bowl removal
for me,
or against me–
not entirely sure she is sure.

I put out another bowl
if she asks for it
(no judgment)
and leave it out for her
to eat or feed on, again,
depending on your dipolar-bipolar perspective,
or to just check on from time to time
to be sure it remains there
and not yet LoseLose empty,
until she learns to trust me
to listen to her good food to eat
PositivEnergy messages
as much or little as she wants to share
whenever she wants.
All I require is a Please?
Not even ThankYou!
although that would be nice,
and PositivEnergy appreciated.

So, no need to hoard food
or bolt it down without chewing
or LoseLose throw it
before someone takes it away.

Eventually,
more like a slow groaning year,
Dementia’s SocialWorker
threatens to remove her from my care
rather than leaving her with me
until she finds a more appropriate pre-adoptive placement.

Is this a WinWin promise
or a WinLose threat?

I offer to help her recruit an ego-ecotherapeutic adult
or two
without young vulnerable children
and pets,
and too awfully many sharp knives
and scissors
and voices,
who might agree to adopt
if I provide monthly respite.

But the Professional SocialWorker
in her infinitely divine
ZeroSum Win-Lose wisdom
does not want my help.
She refuses to look for a household without high risks
of further Dementia dings,
or to even disclose Fetal Alcohol labels
to prospects for WinWin adoption,
Or to even find an appropriate foster placement
in which Dementia could more successfully
more restoratively,
with further resilience and self-sustainability,
wait and heal and hope
for that just-right therapeutic parent(s).

I am now persuaded
that Dementia’s best restorative justice and peace hope
is to be rescued from her demented SocialWorker
and, to be fair,
from a retributive lack of welfare committed system
designed to reward the heavily mortgaged SocialWorker
for punitive anti-BirthFamily decisions
not in Dementia’s best
short-term
or long-term healthy interests.

My AfricanAmerican husband and older sons agreed,
given SocialWorker’s issues,
fueled by denial of internal climate pathologies,
we should proceed toward WinWin committed adoption
and hope for our mutual therapeutic best,
and not worst,
somehow both care-giving and care-receiving democracy,
mutual creolizing acclimation
as a resilient Left and resonant Right
multiculturing household,
environment,
habitat,
home,
sort of a PositivEnergy networking nest.

I would have asked my youngest son
but would not have known how to ask,
nor how to misunderstand his non-verbal benign response.

So Dementia is still with us,
turning seventeen later this year,
our only post-millennial girl
living with five trans-millennial males,
deep listening with Dementia
teaching hard lessons:

Resilience is to LeftBrain cognitive dissonance
as RightBrain Resonance
is to affective disintegration,
as notnot PositivEnergy
WinWin democratic trust
is to NegativEnergy LoseLose autocratic anti-trust
in self or Professional SocialWorker other.

Resilience Left and Resonance Right
polypathic Yang and Polyphonic Yin
nurturing nutrients
for rich dense resonantly complex
WinWin attitudinal
and behavioral co-empathic systems.

Just as chaotically dissonant
WinLose angry
and LoseLose fearful ecopolitical systems
can grow wickedly complex interdependencies
unraveling GoldenRule cooperative
WinWin strategies
to sustain self-other perpetuating equanimity.

Resilient healthy gains
sustain
despite fading outdoor voice losses
of RightBrain therapeutic polyculturing resonance.

Dementia
has her own wild
outsideLeft–insideRight
polarizing resonance of voices
as deep and sacred
with each new outdoor RedSky dawn
as resilient resonant DNA-RNA Solidarity
Blues-inside imparts.

 

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