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Pink Vulnerability


I continue to feel
the searing pain. 
ever constant.
so keen.
Not the kind
    that heals fast,
      open wound that closes.
But, the kind that stays vulnerably
       with the passing years.
Three decades 
        and still counting.

Woe to this pain!
With laden anguish, 
The heart's bemoaning.
Thinking it was born
     without a name.
Only to find then
     at a much later time;
giving in.
Oblivious now.
Unashamed
    that my bosom groans,
        complains.


Copyright © Wendy Meyer | Year Posted 2013

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Who Are You

In the Work That Reconnects,
we have a dialogue exercise
in which Person A asks Person B
"Who are you?"
several times over a few minutes,
as it feels right to reprime this exploratory pump;
then person B does the same for person A.

The person hosting, facilitating, enabling
this reiterative question's redundant possibilities
is merely an echo-present listener,
noticing diversity within these multiple evolving responses,
without judging good, bad, ugly, or even indifferent,
quietly hearing rhythms of longing for love
between the crippling cracks of anger and fear,
compelling and compiling self with other hatred,
pathology.

The question,
Do all these diverse self-descriptions truly fit
this same love v. anger-fear polyculturing-multisystemic elephant?
does not usually arise.
Rather,
we accept all these scrabbling voices
and hats
and feelings
and ideas
and beliefs
co-occurring within one bilateral
positive-health v. negative-pathology mindbody ecosystem,
seeking diastatic fullness
richness,
poly-empathic
polymorphic communication,
design, development, co-empathic investment,
and cooperative-integrative implementation outcomes,
at the end of this elephant's rhetorical day,
if not sooner.

Why is this not always the case
when we ask our friends and families,
our public sector leaders 
and financial sector investors,
"Who do you hope we are becoming?"

What loves are we preparing to invest in 
and which past angers and future fears to divest of?

What indicators can I give
that I already invest in cooperatively regenerate health
agendas,
platforms,
designs and intentions,
co-mentoring therapeutic diapraxis
of which I preach so positively to others?

I know you support restoring regenerative health to our soil
and preserving clean water,
as I do.
So does it bother you,
as it does me,
that we still contaminate our water with poo and pee
instead of investing in nutrition-starved soil,
where both could be positive resources 
countering past neglect and abuse,
rather than doubly-negative pathology?

We say we support cooperatively vibrant and healthy local economies
and empowering political vitality,
so does it bother you,
as it does me,
to so often hear "either-or" deductive reductivism
and wonder why not first cooperatively consider "both-and?"

I appreciate what you just said
and I wonder if adding X might make your idea
even better.
Do you agree,
or maybe you see concerns for yourself and others
new to me,
of which we might learn together?

Could a cooperative election or social change campaign
begin with compiling interdependent hopes and wishes
and loves of Who Are You?
thereby more smoothly avoiding stuckness-traps
of fear and anger and dissonant pathological constipative outcomes.

Could investing both-and cooperative communication norms
better lead toward co-investing in healthy wealth,
politically strong-embraced policies,
procedural and dialogical transparency,
polyculturally inclusive design and development and discernment
of poli-eco-logical therapy
v. multi-morphic pathology;
co-arise local through global health outcome networks,
diastatic eco-normativity,
embracing each and every sacred Person A and B response
to Who are we?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Sweet River Man

Let's wait for the sunset one summer's day
down by the river where I always liked to play
we can kick off our shoes and bury our feet in the sand
come on please be my sweet river man
We can call the wild geese up with a little dab of feed
or jump in the water a little too deep
in that old Red River we can laugh and sing
take me by the hand, make that leap

Write our names in a heart in the sand
you can be my sweet river man
and I'll be your sweet lady river friend
we can hold on for life and scare the catfish twice
anything’s possible that time of day
my white sundress is a little bit dirty
from that red water that always stays so murky

I wouldn't want to be any other place
than down by the river where I always liked to play
and when the moon comes out tonight
and the stars shine bright
your sweet river lady
is going to sing to her sweet river man under the moonlight

watch those stars shooting in the dark as you hold me tight
until we see the sun start to rise
yeah down on the river where I always liked to play
nothing’s changed much since I was just a babe
but now I share with my sweet river man, my favorite place to play

Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012

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Still Around

I had cancer a while back 
and  at last year's  Thanksgiving I threw a football and I 
could barely send it a couple of feet
After a tasty Thanksgiving feast 
this year I picked up a mini football
and played catch for about 45 minutes
And man, did that feel good!

Copyright © Matthew Anish | Year Posted 2013

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Slow Down the Clock

When we get old with arthritis in our bones we make thoughtful decisions about the use of our time. We can amuse our grandchildren while our children inhabit their jobs. We can volunteer to help others like a wolf that knows how to hunt. We can do something creative with our hours and work toward an outcome that warms people’s hearts.

We have options about what to do with our days. We can sit alone in our homes like the last drop of water left on a rock, or we can behave like practiced magicians who can slow down the clock with the snap of two fingers and live like an elder who is not afraid of the dark and be more inclined help our family and friends as they voyage down the highway of time. 
 

Copyright © Howard Dion | Year Posted 2014

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If Time is Money

Does your money derive from health-regenerative investments?

Well, what could that mean?

Do you make your money, honey, 
with both light and dark co-arising memory
of midway love and peace intent,
avoiding anger-fear monoculturally competitive
dominant-power relationships,
and struggles against others,
against Earth,
choosing to struggle with cognitive-affective
chronic neural-temporal dissonance,
indicators of temporal-balance issues,
and opportunities for more polyculturally nutritious
sensory-neural-nutritional
regeneratively-integrally-intended 
ecosystemic polyculturing health-trend outcomes?

Is that your elevator speech, or Pledge of Allegiance to ReGenerative Health?

I thought it was a question that assumed
you don't like elevator pitches 
for more money being removed from your pocket,
whether asking or being asked,
don't matter,
bad timing to invest in one elevator ride.

Try it again,
what is this regenerative health investment
you think we both have in mind and body?

Is your time and money invested
in this cooperative stream of Earth's regenerate evolution,
co-arising revolution of transition crisis times
as ecoconscious bilateral,
and, by the way, 
therefore evolving-emergent as bicameral-neural,
light of logos fractal-ecologic?

I most certainly hope not!!!
That sounds much too grand for EgoMe.

But, your most active stage of hope,
the one more important than all those that could possibly follow,
is now,
this moment,
is always the permaculturist's nutritional Zero-Centric Zone of Ego/Eco
regenerative development and focus.

Before you in each relationship and transaction,
political and economic,
two primal principles of cooperative economic investment,
possibly of interest to philanthropic,
and religious,
and large-scale public economic/political health-culture research investors,
but most certainly of interest to EgoYou.

Such a sweeping scale of regenerativity.
Are you sure you can deliver such rich fertility
with my money?
Where are your outcomes of such vast healthy wealth?

You need not search this mindbody proposal
to see if I am community invested,
if time and life are money-valued commodities,
my money and health and regenerative potential
for sale or rent,
in exchange for what quality of money,
what source of health investment
absorbing dualdark angry-past pathology?

This proposal comes to you
through deep-nested communities
of co-cultural time as light investment.

What are your layers of cooperative political
and economic investment,
where lie these mutually-subsidiary networks?

My communities are interdependent communicators,
co-empathic autonomic
rich paradigmatic intent and permacultural practice.

Are your health outcomes of potential interest
only to our human tribe,
or is there a cooperative DNA/RNA synergy 
demonstrated in your proposal design,
budget,
and/or installation-investment plan?

Which cooperative investment communities appear
as higher risk potential divestors
due to internal monoculturally-dominant
political and economic assumptions? 

How do you propose to avoid Business As Usual 
anthrocentric-normative trends?

Who do you propose will hope and plan to do business with you,
and how,
through mutual barter, and/or cooperation?
And who intends to continue doing business competitively,
without you? And why?

Who do you hope and plan to invest in
and not invest in,
to achieve healthy helpful outcomes,
and what and how,
whether barter, competition, or cooperative absorption
into our Help As Health Bank?

Your proposal outcomes,
for each moment and day and year,
like your own embryonic Ego life,
should demonstrate early investors,
how you will optimize  polyculturally inclusive outcomes
of equitable harmony,
especially if you are not beginning
with a clearly articulated 
and balanced 
health-regenerative theory
root-systemic base
to compost rich fertile health-enculturation.

I will consider your proposals
each and every moment of each day and night
of mutual ecoconsciousness,
asking where does this proposal fit best 
within our cooperative health-as-help portfolio
with other potential investments at this time,
and/or
to consider in light of prior 
and still ongoing 
cooperative-healthguild investments,
and their comparative health v. pathology outcomes
for future regeneration
of Earth's polyculturing Time.

Please be sure any investment opportunities
explicitly measure future polycultural sensory-health 
against current comparatively monocultural,
over-competitive economic and political status-quo risks,
not only within your Nature-Investment Program Outcomes
but also how nutritional results
will be winnowed and seed-selected,
decomposed to enrich
your own future regenerative Interior Landscape,
your health lives of love
with your original and ongoing cooperators,
yourselves in aligning/maligning relation with others.

Perfect, all here and accounted for.
So, how are you investing and divesting
as our
"Cooperative Help As Health Bank"
ecological economic and political health
permacultural proposal
within your own time as money investment portfolio?








Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Up in Smoke it's Reality

Fantasy like Reality can be a disappointment...
Clearing the Air........

He worshipped her from afar...
He had since he was three..
He hid it well , no one knew...
She was his heart’s desire...
With her big bright eyes and her winning smile..
He never thought she would beguile...
Then he turned ten and it was clear..
It had been she who did inspire...
this young man ,with his heart on fire... 
He arrived at seven in the morn...
To help prepare the feast de jour...
He stuffed the bird and chose to make..
Her favourite dessert...fresh Raspberry cake..
He feverishly cut and whipped and stirred..
Grandpa ‘s little helper was becoming quite the gourmet chef...
Then came the time to shower, and get dressed...
He chose his wardrobe carefully...
Making sure that he looked and smelled hmmm good....
She arrived and you could see him beaming proudly...
Everyone feasted on the bird and ate their fill...
He waited on her as I watched..
No one even blinked an eye..
They spoke for what seemed an eternity..
His face could be read for all to see...
Then out of the blue, she excused herself..
And went out on the patio to puff some stuff...
His face went white, I could see his plight..
She chose to be with others you see..
Who foolishly did an atrocity...
The one he worshiped from afar..
Went up in smoke...as she smoked her cigar...


 

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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What Next

The height of science and the width of commerce in my dwelling place they merge with the ambassadors of understanding giving me their pledge. Capturing the seat of the wise and sitting over it, covering its edge as I wear the garment of knowledge. So what's next? My hands are filled with gold My pockets, heavy with silver these make me the Diamond myths and the greatest team player to financial strength. I've been owned and followed and my shadow, replaced with good health as I'm possessed and romanced by wealth. So what's next? Occurrences and happenings, I'm the doer Planting the seed of what's to happen next, like a sower with all authorities and rulership placed lower is the extent of my unbelievable power. so what's next? Acquiring all possible knowledge accumulating unbelievable possessions and becoming the greatest principality the world has ever known without positively touching a life and making a soul smile is going through a clothing store naked and coming out naked with everything in the world just strings. So what's next? DEATH! Leaving behind all the attachments as they drop in command of hades vanity upon vanity; all is vanity.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2014

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Health is Wealth

You are healthy
You are wealthy
Broke & poor, yet rich!
No a scratch & not an itch.
Be happy.

Copyright © Abdullah Alhemaidy | Year Posted 2014

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Elimination of Stress and Strife in My Life

Broke the Rules...
Left some clues...
I'm a fool...
Living in a cesspool...

I hear the economy is bad...
And getting worse each day...
Although it hasn't affected me in any way..
I can even keep kosher if I choose.
So what do I have to lose ?...
I get three meals a day..
And sometimes a snack...
Clean clothes everyday I put on my back..
Exercise is a daily routine..
that I choose to do ..and it keeps me lean..
My quarters are small..but after all..
We have a room with a big color TV...
And a place for family and friends who visit me...
Healthcare ? not a problem you see..
As I don't pay for insurance like thee...
Problem with teeth...rectified
Education, Degree, I can even be Certified..
Because unlike you, who lives outside..
You need to work to survive...
Now I'm a part of the system you see..
And have it much easier than any of thee..
I broke the law and now pay the price...
But I'm still better off than your lousy life...
And when I'm released, I will qualify for...
Medicaid, Medicare and even more...
So you may have done it different than me...
But in "old age ", we're equal you see...

Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2013

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Healing Touch

There is a certain healing touch
     in ocean waves, the powerful progression of unending undulations, white caps           crashing with determination, dancing with destiny.

There is a certain healing touch
     as the salty strike of ocean air sends serenity and touches all my senses.

There is a certain healing touch
     when the cooling spray from of sea water washes with its’ wetness and soothes           my heated soul.

There is a certain healing touch
     in the silencing and slowing of footsteps as they try to run in sand.

There is a certain healing touch
     in being moved by innocence of children and the sandcastles they command.

Sitting near the surf, I watch the roll of ocean waves, soak up the strike of salty air, am washed by cooling waters, listen for the sound of footsteps in the sand, and am moved by the innocence of children in their play.

{em>PS contest: "Impress me with a small poem"   Nature  © Sue k Green

I feel healing from all five fingers of their touch.

Copyright © Sue k Green | Year Posted 2014

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Suicidal Voodoo

Chase the voodoo to sleep. sleepless freaks i see in the silver screens blocking the vision of me. there's no choice but to eliminate hate inundating the mind. please mute the voices haunting the airwaves making me blind. the big bad budding burden flashing red lights at every intersection. stealing away the insight i try to gain by using time for reflection.

It's a mess the way i test myself with deranged prophecies and bleak scenarios. replaying horror flicks in my head. blasting screams in stereo. all too often the worm hole shoots me to a mid evil castle of torturous devices. impaled in dreams that seem to be broadcasting punishment for succumbing to the world's entice and vices. but other times i fall victim to a good old fashioned "day-mare". people notice the self conversations and can't help but laugh and stare. I must say it's becoming difficult to blame them. if i can't learn to shake this voodoo, it's true my future's looking grim.

What do I do? they're gonna end up arresting me! Toss my ass in a padded room and throw away the key! and get this...as i worry about getting sent away, the paranoia increases inside my head. i reach for medication increasing odds of ending up prematurely dead. I may be crazy, but don't take me for an idiot fool. and don't haze me about where my faith is, cus' this could just as soon be you. and i've learned enough to know that each and every one of us will die. and you may take me as insane, but me not taking my own life's got nothing to do with having a fear to fry. 

This is exactly why i choose to write as my mind fills up with crazy thoughts and throws fits. it's a therapy for me to try and work out all the kinks that make me sink, instead of cowardly throwin' in the towel n' calling it quits.

Copyright © JSLambert Mister ROBOTO | Year Posted 2012

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It's Great To Be Alive!

Tamera liked to run in the cold, on a whim she stopped by Woolworth and bought a package 
of hot tamale candies to eat after her run.  She loved having a reward for everything.  
Wearing her golden sweatpants Tamera decided to run laps, which she loved to do on the 
track alone late at night as the moon tipped his head and winked at her. She started this 
shortly after her divorce.   It was cathartic for her to watch her warm breath rise in the cold 
air.  Running in the winter made her feel alive to be so cold, to run and beat the elements. 
She loved the feel of the wind in her hair as she ran.

She didn’t notice the man that joined her, until he passed her.  She hadn’t seen him before.  
He had a Florida Gators jersey, orange sweat pants and a blue ski hat on. She liked his 
strides, they seemed fluid.  She had only been running a few years herself.  It was a hobby 
that she enjoyed.  Having company on the track felt good, normally she had the track all to 
herself.  She usually left after running three miles.  Tonight she felt like running more laps 
than usual.  She kept running.  Her new friend kept running too. Tamera was always 
competitive. Who knew maybe she could outrun him.

She found her rhythm and felt the adrenaline rush of the endorphins finally kick in. That's 
what she like about jogging, the endorphines. It felt freaking out of this world!  
Her heart was beating fast, her breathing was steady.  Her strides were growing wider and 
longer.  It felt so good to Tamera to be alive and one with the track.  She almost felt like 
she was flying over the Grand Canyon.

She kept running and running, until she could hardly feel her legs.  They felt numb, she heard 
the crowd as they cheered for her.  She saw every handsome man that she had ever known 
standing on the sidelines naked as they were cheering for her.  She smiled at them as she 
passed them by like a blur, for she was so fast.  She imagined her ex-husband lying on the 
ground rolling around in sheer pain as she ran all over him to win the race.  She saw herself 
jumping over the highest hurdles with the grace of an agile deer.  She was in her runner’s 
paradise. 

After a while, she noticed she had the track all to herself once again and her handsome 
gentleman, Mr. Moon had also moved along.  When she checked her mileage counter, Tamera 
had run eleven miles.  It was a great run, the best she had ever had. It was a great night to 
be alive!

Copyright © Marie Harrison | Year Posted 2010

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Suicidal Notes

Do you sometimes wonder about your self identity
seen through your lens for suicidal risk as opportunity?

It interests me that this lens
evolves as we age.

In later adolescence,
we often look in the face of transition
from good nutritional outcomes on a small stage
about to enter more competitively sharkish waters
within a significantly larger landscape.

Or so I focused my lens in my younger lack-time of wonder.
Not sure why or how these same transitions did not also apply
to nearly all those nonsuicidal 18-24 year olds,
enjoying a more Positive Psychology.

But now, in later adulthood,
I more often look in the face of a potential suicide
as one with at best mediocre outcomes
on a too-small stage,
often familial, or lack thereof,
about to enter no stage at all,
thinking maybe why postpone this mortal inevitability
of decay.

From younger suicides,
"What would be the point of continuing
this WinLose Game,
when we all feel RealTime drill,
you never clearly win
until you stop losing,
and you never stop losing,
until you stop playing.
Clearly I am about to lose
what I don't feel all that great about
ever having won
at others' expense."

From older suicides,
"What was the point
of taking so long
to end this rigged Lose to Lose
death-embracing game
called life?"

It feels like these despair and suffering questions
co-arise within exponentially more of us,
asking echoing silos
as our encultured Earth moves
into a new revolutionary millennium.

Given the now nearly inevitable demise
of our polyculturally and climatically climaxing
exterior and interior lenses
of healthy hope v. toxic pathological 
and monocultural decline
of ecological
and economic
and political balance,
how do we know
we are more than an overpopulating parasitic blight
riding Earth's mortuary-in-waiting
where Elders remind was once
a healthy regenerative place
to continue living?

Yet it is so important to notice
not only all despairing souls
jumping off roofs
but also healthfully repairing souls
building polyculturally positive-deviant landscapes
of organic and synergetic opportunity,
cooperative networks of resonant resolve
sounding Time's dipolar appositional
issues of despair as opportunities to repair,
still seeking reasonable,
yet deviant,
hope for shared regenerational vocations,
with WinWin reiterating integrity.

No ego is autonomously responsible
for feelings or thoughts,
ideation or even beliefs.
So it is no one's right to judge feelings,
our own feelings,
the feelings-beliefs-ideas of others
as unacceptable or somehow cosmically dysfunctional,
condemning or worthy of global applause
is to take all that we have been given
far too personally,
too unrealistically removed from comparative
and nuancing context
to discern how we might choose to carry on.

It is our responsibility,
personally, and as a species,
to notice trends of suffering and despair,
compared to trends of multisystemic diversity,
polycultural density of nutritional choices,
ranges of harmonic freedom and healthy cultural balance,
as they appear to reflect
and not reflect
our shared experience to date.

Not to judge and condemn failures and despair,
but to praise our most regenerative successes
and love for equitably accessible hope
to include all Earth's cooperative economy
among our emerging synergetic Tribe 
of curious interests.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Listening Closer to Myself

I give to you...
And you gave to me...
A rash, a fever, headache and the Flu...
I told you not to go without a coat...
And now you’ve got a very bad sore throat...
With fever and pain in all your muscles...
Coughing and sniffles, with draining from nostrils...
Tissues scattered all over the floor...
Bottles and pills from the drugstore...
Chicken soup is what I recommend...
But a sandwich also you did command...
And how about some chips and a nice cold brew...
For days I made you a priority...
Your every whim took seniority...
And then it happened, I started to sweat...
Became lethargic, and better yet...
You were over your bout with the Flu...
As I plopped my body onto the bed...
You stated you were going out to get something to eat...
So I could get some well deserved sleep...
As you closed the door, I heard you say...
Call me when you get better, OK ?
And that’s what brings me here today...
Perhaps I should listen closer to what I say...
" You should take better care of yourself ! “


 



Copyright © kj force | Year Posted 2014

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Morpheus

   I feel as though I am lingering in the shadows of life, and whatever it is that plagues me. A mystery, unfounded within the confines of this body and mind now possess my every thought. I hold my hands towards the shadows wondering if it could be death's hand grasping for mine, waiting to take me through another life. A life beyond my comprehension. 
        I see stars, not of night, but of confusion and the grasp of reality as it sets upon me like sun at dusk. I am flushed the same shade of crimson beneath the surface of this pale-mooned skin. My appearance as gloomy as a spring morning, yet the morning clears more frequently than me.
      I feel my heart, not beating on a normal path, but pounding, as if it's trying to escape without me. It speaks to me in a faint whisper by daybreak, yet I have no answers.
    My hands are held above me in desperation and despair alike, as I feed myself several little pieces of bottled hope. I sigh within my frown, not knowing if it's a new beginning or quick end, but I edge on, lurking in the shadows, still feeling ill.
            

Copyright © Sandra Adams | Year Posted 2013

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Earth Day Voices

Voices of creation speak Type A and Type B,
and polyglot dialects through Z, 
somehow under what lies in shadow
from B through Z,
anyway, Type A conscious I am alive
in this indoor moment
awake but not directly sun-absorbing right now,
uniquely articulating, yet deeply holonic 
DNA embryonic
with all Earth's tribal livelihoods
speaking our economic ecologic among ourselves.

My Type B right mindbody reminds through night shadows
fearing Type A loss, ego's death of cultural dominance
may remainder only unconscious undead absence of awareness.
More comfortable as Type B eternal grace plan
to re-emerge through dualdark threshold
into Earth's free-floating timeless absence of incarnate memory.

Feeling futile for my Plan A ego
but all part of Plan B's co-mentoring designs as A-B,
now only dancing shadow voice, double-binding time's revolving daily meeting pace,
home as Plan Z ZeroZen nest,
Type A through Z polyculturally ecstatic,
static NOW speaking through Type A's closed windows and doors,
sweeping down chimneys
and up through cold damp basements whispering nighttime's A-B dissonance,
absence of warm empathic resonance.

Each of time's voices speaking through each day and night,
some more balanced and resonating deep ecology,
others echoing, struggling, dissonating to not disappear
in anthrocentric ghetto of despair,
needing wider voices of enculturing air
speaking in deep learning dialects of enriching bird song,
Earth's bilaterally languaging design volution.

Yang triumphant Type A days
bound in knots of complexly ambiguous anthro health-toxic communication,
hunting for responsive reiteration
delivering and consuming richly fertile imagination
of Type B-A limbo-dancing hand with hand,
meadow prancing,
rich cultural arts enhancing,
polypathic paradigmatic landscape redesigning
time's culture-nurturing investment opportunities.

What and who and which and why for lunch?

Type A rhetorically dominant days
present high noon risk of failure to Type B co-arisingly thrive.
Inside looking out where I prefer to belong
listening and speaking monoculturally
echoing through my ego comfort and family discomfort chambers,
familiar ghetto gestalt of Left mindbody language
translating while thirsting for deep health rhythms
through each rhetorical Earth day's abundant voices
dialects double-bound to Present now
by shared regenerative syntax,
dialects of co-empathic ecoconsciousness.

Type A yang asks Type B yin, who are you anyway,
shadowing my AnthroVoice?
My B-Yin responds, we are you as nutritional and toxic lights
and darks, 
liturgical self+other dancing days of learning
cooperatively vested harmonic echo-voice of Earth's enlightenment,
integrating solar revolutions,
singing through polyresonant symphonies of star song,
moon bright regenerating healthy repeating non-competing events
orchestral dialectionary of Earth's resolving Type A with Type B
Earth Day resonance.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Why

"Universe to each must be
All that is, including me.
Environment in turn must be
All that is, excepting me."
       Buckminster Fuller

Evolving Universe to each must become
All integrity that is, including me.
Regenerative Environment in turn must become
All that co-arises, excepting Ego Memory.

"Synergy
means behavior of whole systems
unpredicted by the behavior of their parts
taken separately."
     Fuller

ReGenerativity means healthy nutritional potential
of whole Earth-in-nested-Heaven
co-emergent systems
unpredicted by time's dynamic dimensional behavior
of bilaterality
deductively reductively taken separately.

Spiritual ReGenesis means healthy behavior
of whole natural ecosystems
unpredicted by the dynamics of Ego Memory alone
reductively reiterated separately from BiCameral EcoConsciousness.

History of Nature's Synergetic Enculturation Design and Development
includes PermaCultural ReGeneration of nature-spirit nondual landscapes,
includes prime-relational-time 
healthy unfolding of humane-as-sacred bicameral nature-spirit
as nondual sensory-cognitive-neural reception
and resonant articulation
of nutritional-integral landscapes,
gestalts,
soul soils and transactional skins
morphing endosymbiosis
balancing Earth-time's ectosymbiotic reculturing health agenda.
.

History of RNA to DNA fractal equivalence,
dynamic dialectical design
developed dipolar eco/ego-holonic-self reiterative consciousness
of Yang as light bright diastatic potential
coterminous coincidental co-arising co-gravitating
Yin's dualdark neutral (0) PlaceHolder-Centric
ballast of harmonic DNA-octave folding and unfolding
refolding and prefolding bilateral flow of Time
regenerating healthy organic ecosystemic spatial articulation
through correlations surfing back and forth poly-reiterative,
revolving day as notnot night's primal root systemic
ReGenesis.

RNA fractals are to PolyNomial SpaceTime resonance
as natural ecosystems are to bicameral temporal-neural resolution,
integral-unitarian syntax-exegesis of co-gravitating bilateral Time,
karmic grace of nutritional systemic balance,
and more dissonant self-correcting imbalance.

Religion is regenerate polypathic egolove/ecohealth polyculturation,
not a great transitional competition 
between grace spirit tradition and evil disrelational and fickle nature,
unless economies of cooperative relationship achieving health as wealth are severed
by distorted ecologies of competitive Win-Lose evolution,
unless polities of positive healthy light-following spirituality
and happiness
and mutual gratitude
are reduced to mere competitive economics
of double-negative LoseLose runaway
reiterative, but eventually degenerative,
ecosystemic feedback loops of deadly despair.

Time, progenitor of natural spaces,
places,
plants and interior psychological landscapes of human nature,
evolves co-gravitationally bilateral,
revolving spirals of light Yang
co-terminously dipolar
with Yin dualdark shadow flowing eco-thermodynamic ballast,
dual-binding negative boundaries of dialectical formation
articulating Alpha BigBang
as (0)Mega Diastatic Prevolution,
emergent harmonic becoming
of Beloved Communicating Community,
ubiquitously accessible to deductive/inductive human nature,
follow the light
of Earth's revolving nurture,
as noon enlightens midnight memory.

Bicameral ego-awareness 
merges holonic integrity 
of Earth's Yanglight-Yindualdark 
revolving in Time's BiLateral Way,
co-arising nondual eco-consciousness
of full life as bicamerally balanced mindbody light,
full death as absence of light's elational-dynamic diastatic presence.

Yet, where lies this perfect vacuum of dualdark synaptic?

RightMindBody Eco-Environment conversations in regenetic turn must be
all that is present-tense 
polyculturating nature-spirit nonduality,
in absence of LeftMindBody EgoPast/Future LanguagedMe.

Why bicameral dialectical what
follows Earth-time's light
stretching to regenerate dipolar notnot binomial equi-valent why
of time's bilateral revolution abundantly unfolding,
predicting when polynomial spacetime 
resonates and dissonates diastatic polypathic eternal resolutions
Great PostMillennial CoOperative EarthNetwork Revolution,
brought through peer-to-peer permacultural RNA/DNA ecotherapeutic solidarity
and ecological economics of healthy values
as (0)-centric norms of time's regenerate unfolding-refolding light.



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Choosing Safe Hands

Like you,
I make choices each moment
of each day.
Apparently,
we review those choices each dreaming moment
of enculturing memory.
We choose within a range
of permacultural resonance
--regenerative polycultural long-range potential for nutritional WinWin resolution--
or cognitive/affective dissonance

Dissonance between our
Left Ego's Exterior Landscape,
a land of deductive self-preservation,
of WinLose hypothetical consciousness,
of eisegetically held personal knowledge,
of relevant and significant "fact" beliefs,
of ionic-iconic comparative truth maps
with familiar BusinessAsUsual neural networks
of rhythms and patterns of deeply cultured language;

and our Right Eco's Interior Relational Landscape,
of empathic inductive Self/Other dipolar function,
of polycultural therapy as DNA regenerative WinWin syntax default,
of eco-normative correlation, 
electromagnetic octave frequencies, 
and thermodynamic co-gravitational bionic balance 
co-arising LovePeace v. AngerFear as LoseLose
double-binding unstringing irrational bipolaric dissonance
merging back into death's forgotten threshold
between Interior and Exterior surfing timeless regenerating+decomposing(-,-)
information's dialectical DNA-iconic way. 

These two Primal YangYin as Exterior/Interior Relational Landscapes
of human natural identity
cooperate toward polycultural outcomes,
preference for WinWin self/other-perpetuating 
eco-political choices for outcome design
and personal through global redevelopment.

And/Or, 
we will continue with BusinessAsUsual
bicamerally endosymbiotic competition-driven evolution,
lack of ecoconsciousness most of our days and moments,
reserving this sacred space for moon lit dreams,
within each moment's co-arising elational time.

Human cultural evolution,
for regenerating health and therapy purposes,
emerges choice of Left and/or Right MindBody
BiCamerally Balancing EcoConsciousness.

Emerging freedom to cooperatively will
what we each regeneratively intend
to polyculture our Interior and Exterior Landscapes together,
and freedom to step back
take a cooperative time out
to compare our deductive decompositional subeconomies,
to research diverse tributaries of time's co-arising river,
to calculate comparative health costs
and safety risks right now,
for our children's children,
and for all Earth Tribe's children.

Fortunately, and unfortunately,
we have arrived at a transitional moment
as a human-natured bicameral species,
inviting more of our Left-Right Balancing Interior Landscape moments
so we can share more ecological health;
LeftYang is to RightYinYin
as Exterior Landscape reception
is to Interior Landscape resonance,
balancing regenerative health choice
each now of time's revolution.

That narrow optimizing +Love of Health choice
lies MidWay wu-wei tipping reiteratively back and forth
as Present waves namaste gratitude 
between AngerPast and FutureFear

While this may sound loud and pretentious,
I readily admit wrestling with my 120 pound daughter
psychotropically puffed out
while she wrestles with her instinctive addiction 
to negative synaptic drama investments,
trying to stick a diaper on over her pull-up
and under her dress
feels like trying to force a build-it-yourself thong
on a crocodile.
Even so,
I have a range of choices,
to wrestle against this crocodile,
assuming I am on my own,
a victim of adverse circumstances,
or I could ask her if she would be mindful
of her teeth and claws
and might she possibly pretend
to become an opossum
for just fifteen seconds. 

Like you,
I make choices each moment,
of each day,
and review them at night,
until one morning
we get it more right,
deductively decomposing our inductive regenerative trend analysis
into a more cooperative future integrating plan to practice
another day unfolds
another night to refold.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Opposites Attract

How might our feeling-language
play its stretching role
toward imagining ourselves and others
differently than we believe we,
and they,
truly are?

Can you find a difference between problems, as issues,
and opportunities, as possible resolutions,
in how they feel dark v. light,
but this difference is not that of opposites within themselves,
so much as dialectical cause-effect appositional feeling.

Issues like gun control and climate change
feel too dark and heavy and unpleasant
even to those who also
love guns
and fresh air
and clean water
and nutritious soil
and other healthy things--
well, not so sure about loving guns,
but certainly loving sufficient power to control my future with you.

Anyway,
opportunities to control guns
and re-air issues from a freshly potentiating perspective,
and to water clean health,
rather than develop dark issues and constituencies
living as monoculturally over-consuming weedpatches,
feel lighter,
more enlightened,
perhaps even a bit more,
I don't know,
maybe bicamerally rebalancing
our WinWin Co-Implementation Game.

How might our interior and exterior therapeutic voices
learn to speak 
through cognitive-affective dark-languaged dissonance,
for EcoPresent Consciousness of "light feels good"?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Were You There

Were you there
when we nailed health culture
to the cross?

Weren't you there?
I thought we were all there!
Wasn't that our Big Bang of an Idea?

Let's just forgive each other for all that angry history
of hurt and loss and painful suffering,
torture and lapses into extermination of subpopulations
based on quite a list of characteristics,
gender and sexuality, age, religion,
occupation, attire, 
placement of domicile within v without walls
of acquisitive EgoAnthro-possession,
and on and on....
Then too we have all that slavery,
adding commodification to the domestication
of our value for healthy human mindbodies.

So, yes, the nail of Angry Cultural Climate
pierces Left's deductive memory screaming past
irrationally unacceptable tolerance
of collective cognitive-affective dissonance
when we are invited into Easter's new-life resonance
of regenerative health trends.

But, I also thought we were all there 
in our more global RNA-centered Right Yin MindBody,
terrified of AnthroEgo's biosystemic culture
of climatic transitions toward timeless demise.
How could YHWH continue to be Father
to Son's Becoming
and yet let His beloved EgoSon die?

Did we misunderstand something about our shared
"child of YHWH" status?
Might we be our Father's first RNA Creation Story,
told and retold through bicameral beating
and breathing
and noticing dipolarity of Time's Him/Her Self-regeneratively
healthy evoluting climate?

I thought our primal crucifixion story
was our co-redeeming health and safety self-perpetuation narrative
of love as synergetic therapy
for angry history
and fear of future shortage of YHWH-Time CoPresent;
you know, the hellfire and brimey damnation scenarios
all the way through
"I never have enough quality time for myself" plot-lines,
long-reiterated issues
and dismay and decay
and all negatively correlated
with healthy, regenerate YHWH-flow
of Time's co-arising Positive trends
(notnot negative, and binomial/bilateral, equivalent),
eating and sleeping, 
communing in generous nutritional climates.

So, how do we get to this true Easter cultural climate
without first getting ourselves down
off that Left-brain over-dominant cross?

I suppose this  is where the Right-brain comes in,
concave and dipolar-temporal recessive tomb,
embracing Ego-purgation.
But, you know, I find it a whole lot easier
to trust it feels and is much safer,
perhaps even a bit relaxing and contenting,
to purge my lungs
when I know we have plenty of fresh nutrition,
healthy cultural climate
to breathe right back in again.

Left-Right bicameral ecoconscious Evolutionaries,
Permaculturist Bodhisattva Warriors,
EcoTherapists and Occupiers,
Medicine Care Optimizers and 7-Generation Sustainers,
PolyPathic Mystics of Revolutioning Peace,
New ZeroInterest Investors
and Lifestyle Mentors and Teachers,
Cooperative Networkers and Game Designers,
it's PostMillennial Time
to design an Easter
cooperative economics
with polycultural politics
actively co-networking Communion!

We keep telling ourselves
this same creation Easter story
every year.
You can't spring Easter season
of new cooperative healthy growth outcomes
without first investing
decompositional temporal-dialectic analysis time
in tomb of winter.
And, you can't dwell within this purgative-embryonic tomb
as womb,
without first letting yourself fall down from all those angry crosses
and using them to devise
primal permacultural mapping strategies
for next year's WinWin health and equity outcomes
this climatic summer of Time's DiPolar Diastasis.


Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Healthy Living, Wealthy Loving

When I see "evolution"
as a spiritual Creation Story,
then I easily miss evolving
as a natural-regenerative Revolution Story,

And when I wrap warm winter blankets
around my Ego's ReCreation Story,
I create dichotomies and dipolarities
between a morality rooted in neutral soul
and eco-norming blankets,
forming a norm-morality deep rooted
in my eco-spiritual-rational regenetic story
emerging toward Beloved Healthy Communication
and
Cooperatively Balancing Communities
and EcoLove-Management Networks.

Healthy therapeutic conversations
spill over my back fence
under my Buddha Tree of Life,
over my Buddha TaoTree of NotNot Death,
and over my front yard barriers
to step into political and economic cooperative moral spirit
as normal--nature discernment,
to speak love as co-arising poly-dialectic light,
shedding over past decomposing anger
equivocating future dualdark fears
deep down into choice-factories of responsible EgoOwnership.

If our moral syntax speaks in regenerative DNA/RNA,
my, and our,
Creation Story could begin with Uracil begetting Thymine
as one-bilateral co-gravitational dimension begets 4Dimensional SpaceTime,
Zero-Centric-Souled healthy nature,
equivalently co-mentoring NotNot YinYin reverse-temporal Cytosine,
wealthy Spirit of DiPolar TransParent Time's CoPresent Relationship
between PositivePolynomial ConvexForm as now-past
and NotNotPolyNomial 
nondual ConCaving DiPolar 
temporally bilateral 
neural-normal-moral-message future projection functions.

Cytosine-structure as non-languaged YinYin Elder Right MindBody
stretching through WinWin CoOperative Revolutionary Eco/EgoProportions 
and Rhythmic Function,
ReGeneratively Eco/EgoBalancing MoralNomials,
(0)-soul Earth Centric,
on positive evolutionary course
as Win-HealthyLove
cooperatively struggling with
WinLose SubMoralOptimizing Pathology 
of Devolving LeftBrain Uracilly voracious dualdark dissonant future,
alone.

I do better
when I hear my bicameral ego-spirit
speak our bilaterally equivalent 
time-is-nature's co-arising investment/divestment norm.
Otherwise,
all of my past and future possibilities and risks
co-present
overwhelm elational bliss
of healthy wealth
nondual co-arising regenerativity of co-revolving EarthTribes.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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ToeNail Fungus

Injustices, victimization,
oppression and other yucky events
of diverse varieties,
are like toe nail fungus:
1. both alarming and embarrassing
2. who knows where it came from
3. we would appreciate it if it would return
from wherever to whatever,
as long as it's away from me.

My kids taught me everything I never wanted to know
about the sufferings of injustice,
while my husband taught me everything I never wanted to know
about the inadequacies of my pathetic attempts at mercy.

"What happened to the chicken casserole
that was still cooling?!"

I used to believe this was a reasonable question
that I should rationally answer.

"Well, Ms. Fetal Alcohol Daughter
decided to eat it without using her hands,
because you told her not to touch anything.
That's why her face looks like the remnants of baked chicken,
mashed potatoes,
and I believe the green stuff might be peas
from ear to ear and a spot on her forehead
and all over her chin,
although her hands remain surprisingly pristine."

However, over the sometimes tumultuous years
of further victimization and mutual oppression,
I have learned to hear these questions,
about domestic and other political suffering and loss
loudly exclaiming injustice, 
as rhetorical opportunities.

"As a kindness to you
I choose to pretend that was a rhetorical question.
Because we seldom really want to know
from whence comes toenail fungus,
or any other of the diverse angry adolescent behaviors
causing cosmic dissonance
and climatic behavioral disorders
as they are doing their best with defiant-compliance."

I don't know, it just feels kinder to say it,
and see self-neglect of wise choices,
this way.

Makes me feel a little more
like WildYeast absorbing nutritious toenail fungus.

1. Embarrassed and Terrified by my own failures to actively love healthy choices,
all the time,
with every co-fungus I meet.
in each moment of oppositionally defiant dialectical opportunity for redirection
through basic regenerative/degenerative, co-arising MidWay=TippingPoint=Yang/Yin wu-wei 
reiterative dipolar attendance 
to co-empathic bilateral balance.

2. Not really wanting to spend a lot of time thinking about my own climatic interior and exterior landscape history;
health-and-safety issues of self-and-other neglect.

3. Feeling like we already nondually co-arise in this permaculturally regenerative, health-revolving repurposing normative-natural value, merit, worth, dignity, honor, purpose, ecotherapy, coempathic ToeNail Fungus DeComposition, as we cogravitate back where EcoParasitic Elders were comin' from:
your wealth evolves from where you ecologically invest your feet,
avoid infestation,
keep them movin' across healthy soil
in clean water
breathin' fresh breezes.

Wild Yeast
breathing in ecosystemic nutrients
breathing out toenail fungus.
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Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Windstorms of Neglect

Dearest Sons
and dearest Cinderella StepSister,
I regret ways I have failed each of you.

From today's view of memory clips,
frames as farms of teaching-learning times,
my Great Lover Eldest, yet perpetually unfulfilled,
AfricanAmerican black male urban Thug,
driver of van repurposing other's grateful loss,
transporting toward highest and best
ecologically healthy use.

You needed me to choose to continue bedside reading 
just a little longer,
you wanted me to choose family-no-phone daily dinners,
just a little longer,
to choose not to add StepSister
to your adolescent chaos.
Your challenges with reading 
other people's emotional verbal rhythms
and rhymes with reasons,
speak to me of missed opportunities
to invest more eye-to-eye and same-room time,
rather than those other more nutritious monocultural choices,
the kind my dad made without me.

You needed and deserved more time invested
in revesting what it could mean to learn together
about muse and music,
about rhythms with natural rhymes,
cultural songs and political sounds and rapping economic voices
of poetry as temporal rounds of time's seasons
investments in political
with cooperative economic treasons.

My middle shy wilting flower
MidWay Fluent Son.
Co-empathic gifted and cursed,
Polypathically resonant,
and therefore often suffering
through over-heated bright,
you needed more shared sun-screen time,
a partner in your fascination
winning cooperative relationships
bartering transactors,
on-line cooperatives,
competing team strategic outcome choices.

Life Game Outcome Values
assessed against
Cooperative Economic and PolyCultural Political WinWin
PolyNomial Objects with PolyPathic ReGenerating Objectives.

I always love our mutual WinWin
cooperating "both-and" cultural opportunities to share,
avoiding our competing "either-or" risks of wrong presumptions,
encoding Game Theory versions of Golden Rules with Natural Ratios
applied to all golden-natural ecosystemic relationships,
transactions bilaterally light and dualdark,
4D (0)-centric,
Tao-Soul Revolving RealTime,
BiLaterally Revolutioning LeftThink to RightFeel 
to Left sadtry again.

My youngest son
who has no bodylanguage filters,
who cannot voice his temperate words
with languaged rhythms and icons,
to you I leave a human race
that has already paced too fast
to be sure we can sustain
a future that could support
your incubator and medical needs
in your own future's less viable infants.

Who will sing with our damaged children in their own keys
of rhythm and joy and laughter,
where will your song be heard
as cherished elder-music memory?

Who will remember to tap your shoulders and back
and bounce your bum to the beat
of gospel and rhythms of blue light
speaking through your skin
"I hear it too, as do you?"

Who will hold you through 
internal earthquakes
rolling across inside neural plates
seizing chaotic rhythms,
waves of seismic volcano rebirth,
struggling waves
surfing up and down
in as out as in again...?

You I leave your mindbody
as your beautiful song
and daily liturgy of dancing sounds
in resonant colors
of your warm love of light and scents transcendent
echoes of singing voices past,
ringing flowers singing
flowing through your veins,
beating your thumpthump heart,
breathing your in-out balanced flying mind as body.

My struggling StepSister Princess
baptized in embryonic toxic chemicals,
mixed slyly with MotherManna,
you are born to Yang monoculturally through
Cinderella life,
as Princess or Ugly StepSister,
your moment by moment,
hour by hour,
day by day choice.

For you there can only be one Sun Goddess
of EgoMe,
for whom all others were divinely sole-vested
for worshiping your Cinderella feet.

You vigorously want
and need 
and expect Prince Charming
good and beautiful and truly healthy
and kind,
loving and good-faithing,
listening and fulfilling each hope
instantaneously,
whether for more or critically far less,
to have sole control of all you know,
exterior robotics serving interior ego-manic,
to Yang about by day,
and struggle against all night,
playing WinLose games of confrontation,
either-or assumptions,
when both-and are so obvious
with more bicameral-temporal-neural balance
than you could ever become.

I have given you all I have to invest,
all my Zero-interest EgoLeft/EcoRight MindBody
could think and dream of
to play and sing and story 
in our puppet fable rhythms
of superheroes and romantic witches
of hope as a shared magic smile
over humor that is most certainly 
not politically correct.

You sing up,
I dance down.
You say smile,
I smile frown
upside down.
You say yes,
I say notnot.
You say why,
I say forgot.
You say did not,
I say you caught me,
our co-elating truth,
StepSister don't now how
to give a shit,
to return our opposite
with her own,
economy of survival
in her made up
why dogs eat cats
dipolar dissonantly dialected
neural challenged world.




 



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Growing Time by Shrinking Space

Making more time for sacred love and naturally blending contentment
results in shrinking internal space
for angry-past politics and fear-of-future economics
competing for dominance,
and vice versa,

Shrinking internal time for Gods and Goddesses
of Anger and Fear,
Prodigal Twins of chronic ego over-investment,
results in more therapeutic love
and healthy fertile poly-ecosystems,
contenting trends of confluent communication,
beloved community developments,
bicameral embryo 
co-arising time's cooperative network regeneration
of health and safety trends,
more love and peace-filled octaves of bilateral-neural energy,
which may well suggest less marching in angry depressive squares 
of both self-with-others fury
about ego-anthro-centric mortality,

Most mental health therapies respond with priority 
to critical anger and fear-management issues,
as well they should.

Ecotherapeutic regenerative nutrition development
can also be responsive to these negative chronic monocultural trending issues,
ecosystemic risks of health-loss,
all positive-dreamless day and night.

However, a fully polyculturally proficient permaculturist,
as are we all, potentially,
also intends and practices co-empathic responses
to existing positive-deviant trends
within each RealTime moment's CoPresent Landscape,
stretching Left with Right toward love as synergetic self-reiteratingOther
co-arising operations and designs of natural rich pleasure,
Earth self-investing opportunities for global,
yet local, personal, internal,
spiritual, natural, eco-logical,
inclusive bio-health and safety self-perpetuating outcomes.

Bucky Fuller's Synergetic cooperative integrity,
thermodynamically and electromagnetically balanced,
is also Permacuture Design's regenerate-polycultural climaxing-trend outcome
projections for interior as exterior RNA/DNA confluent syntax,
EarthTime's bilaterally transparent
Ecosmological Memory (0)rigin-(0)Mega Tipping Points
toward optimally nutritious midway,
love and peace find their way each day,
evolving between anger-fear double-binding Codex.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016

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Though Long and dreadful, the darkness has now become Light

Her clothes soaks in a sea of sweat, her skin wet, brown and muddy, as though floating in a Lake with debris. Notorious in her screams and dangerous in her gaze Making her the worst villain of the neighborhood been greatly antagonistic to Manhood as agony and frustration befell her, comparative to experiencing a difficult means of Livelihood. Medication may be an immediate remedy but will not stop her hatred towards the brotherhood. In difficulty, she curses and swears, her sexuality, been the target and victim. Increase severity of her present situation, makes her casualty to moral decadence and deterring her ability to be sane. Her thinking faculty, substituted with rage, and naughty questions flooding her mind like the spring as she wondered why Humanity is propagated through such pain The Balloon of Life gone so flaccid, her pains, like the infiltrating effect of an Acid. Just one last push to proceed, knowing fully well, she will succeed and finally, the glorious result of a seed. She has been in a Barren Land so dry, the feeling of darkness, she is ready to fry the transition to light, she gives a try which becomes accomplished with a Newborn's cry.

Copyright © Funom Makama | Year Posted 2012

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One Hand Clapping

Who sings this song
of one hand dancing?

No, honey,
get it right please,
What is the sound of one hand clapping?

One hand clapping
is the same difference of song as sound
between co-arising bicamerality
and dipolar binomiality.

Both hands begin and end
with Zero-Zen-soul prime relationship
of Tao,
as Time's transparent co-gravitational
ecologically therapeutic energy,
leading from each heart
as from Earth's universally co-empathic 
diastatically encultured 
RNA/DNACentered 
SpaceTime syntax 
of light/dualdark seasons 
with resonantly therapeutic coarising reasons.

Air is to water's full-clap, as water is to air's absorbing
pre-diastatic emptiness.

Yes, that, I suppose,
but also
Medicine, iconic of "nutritional regenerative-DNA/RNA health-system"
is to Earth's sick Dual Pathologies
AngryClimate and Fear of LoserPathology labels and trends.
as Earth's ecotherapeutic ecological timing is to inform our Medicine-Therapy Ecosystems,
including interior and familial, personal and tribal,
but also large-ecosystemic scales
of political and economic ecosystems
cooperatively researching long-term best permacultural practices
for assuring local through global health and safety.

I think you should change the title of your bicameral dipolar theory
to PolyCulture Interior/Exterior Landscape Cooperative Design Optimization.

Still too long.

I know
but how does bicameral YangEgo speak
propose to speak precisely 
for YinYin Eco-squared, fractally bilateral,
temporal-neural-aptic polymorphic/polypathic/polyculturally
CoPresent Prime TransParent Relationship,
mute as a dipolar post?

Why must we speak what natural ecosystems imply
so ubiquitously?
Not timeless exactly,
but perennial,
since the beginning of Earth's RNA-syntax memory of light/dark time,
correlated with warm/cold,
passed from embryo to embryonic regenerative information system
as binomial transmissions +,+ WinWin and -,- LoseLose: 
prime fractal dipolar function-form.

So ego/eco (0)-soul balance of time's co-arising gravity,
glares through bicameral lens,
but appears nearly invisible-recessive
to Left-brain dominant language-culture,
without YinYin's more RNA-centric-doublebinding
yummy v pathology time-frequency and MidWay-flow.

AngerLose and FearLose competitive eco-political strategies
of "can only win through all others losing" evolutionary flexing
emerges LoseLose Logos/Mythic UniversalAbsence-of-EvolvingRevolvingSystem, 
no regenerative potential within time,
monocultural dia-negentropy.

A capacity to empathize,
using ecological
permacultural
therapeutic systemic language,
applied analogically
to positively develop
each and every Interior-Exterior CoArising 
++YangEgoLeftLanguaged/(-,-) YinEco Right MindBody
DoubleBinding Space as 4D Time's BiLateral Identity,
within a dense bullseye of bicameral attention,
dialectic sight and sound and smell and touch and co-empathic feeling 
of each potential DesignerEgo's DNA-encultured EcoMap
of First Principle
for every (0)-soul-center intention
we focus our ecological/polymorphic Landscape Design Map,
employing cooperative practice
for communication and nutritional network development
meeting WinWin Continuous Health-Quality Improvement Standards,
with ecotherapeutic post-climatic polycultural outcomes
of local through global EnvironmentalPeace 
incarnating Synergetic Love of Life
throughout dipolar co-gravitating equi-valent DNA/RNA CoPresent EcoConsciousness,
MedicineGod of Time's nesting-absorbing 
and regenerating-emerging 
equivalently TransParent Convex/Concave 
Explicate/Implicate
Yang/YinYin
Right/Left 
self-and-other therapy/pathology dipolarity. 

Wasn't mapping the Golden Rule
onto Principles of Permaculture Systemic Design
really all you needed to say
much less think?

Maybe,
although there is that cool thing about
dipolar transparent Polynomial
as NotNot Polynomial Tipping Point
co-arising elational-relational bilateral function
of time.

Well you certainly won't get any of that time back.

I don't look at polycultural TippingPoint design communication
as an expenditure of time
so much as an investment.

Well then, where is your return?

In time's future ecotherapeutic polycultural regeneration,
and degenerative pathological
chronic anxiety and stress
of people and their soil and air and water 
and decreasingly nutritional systems,
and sleep deprivation,
emerging climatic cultural meltdown.

Well,
your time seems to continue rewinding
but my time is moving toward meltdown.

I'm sorry.
How can I help?

You could stop talking
and start practicing what you so
nutritiously
and polyculturally
and cooperatively preach.

Why can't I do both?

I don't know.
Just clumsy I guess.
Sounds more like one not-quite-resonant hand clapping.

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My Funny Little Evolution 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 lie 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,
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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Climates of Ballistic Management

Senator Fuller,
a permaculture designer
turned architect of exterior landscapes
then public sector architect
of EarthShip cooperative interior landscapes,
is with us today
to tell us about why he supports Sanders,
at this point in time,
although he is making no commitments about tomorrow.

Welcome Senator,
always good to share your day.

Well, thanks again for having this sometimes tangential Plan B
back for another swing and plug
for supporting Cooperative Community Economic Development, 
locally, in your own climaxing,
or not-so-much wanna-be climaxing community,
through your own time and money, if you have any,
and most folks who get to be up about my age have some
that we might not need right away,

but also supporting Cooperative CED nationally,
through federal economic 
and political policies,
support using WinWin-transparent policy development procedures
as permaculture design's eco-logical 
health and sustainable-safety standards.

ReGenerative Security Standards 
seem to define themselves 
by first developing an inclusive-co-operative trend 
of positive-nutrient polycultural perpetual slow growth 
gradually merging into economic and political health and sustainability, 
both Interior/Ego and Exterior/Eco Landscapes.

Community Economic Therapy is positively intended OVER negative-distended 
Tipping Point discernment procedures,
which would also be useful for global ecological-climate issue framing
and positive polycultural dialectic landscape discernment
of local thru global health-trends,
and cooperative public resonance-optimization resolution,
with WinWin outcome structural-procedural defaults.

Senator, there might be one or two people in our listening audience
not so much interested in the math and science and binary technology
paradigms of systemic-temporal thought,
perhaps you could say more about
how you got excited about Community Economic Development
as a model for optimizing health and safety outcomes
in the public sector,
or private sector,
whichever way you want to go with that.

Sure.
Let's see,
perhaps we could walk down Bucky Fuller's creation story
for a bit,
which is more or less my own story too,
with Bucky at birth and side
talking, talking in endless strings of language
that sounded rich and good
but perhaps overly defined and deviantly speciated
to achieve fuller diastatic enculturation outcomes.

Imagine evolution invests positively
in a cooperatively therapeutic journey.
Somewhat restrained if you are polypathing yourself
into an echoing silo,
even if your own Ego emerges
contentedly destined for a PolyCultural (0)Multisystemic DenseHealth Point,
very much like a Janus bright enlightened ecoconsciousness revolutionary
transmillennial tipping point face 
looking back in time to our dense TransParent Cosmological Black Hole.

Ummm. Excuse me, Senator, 
maybe it would be better to veer away from cosmology
or any paradigm that might speak of science or,
much worse,
math.
I have ratings to consider.

Well, evolution is not just about nature and science 
and the physical universe,
or at least I think that's where I was heading,
into Bucky's evolution of his Interior Space
as Plan B-Atman,
holonic of Plan A-TimePrime 
CoOperative 
BiLateral 
Diastatic 
Timeless Eco Relationship.

If evolution is an investment in a cooperative journey
toward a shared destiny of health and safety,
then evolution is about cooperative (0)-centric interest transactional ecotherapeutic economics and politics of conscience,
but also about who and what we eat
and don't eat,
who and what we love
and who and what we are angry about and/or terrified of,
instead of being accessibly CoPresent love 
becoming EarthShip TransParent CoPresent Time. 

Bucky's comprehensive consciousness 
speaks to synergetic purpose of integrative evolution,
to relearn,
as a global DNA-encultured species, 
evolving through positive deviant outlyer polypathic individuals,
we already are the healthiest cooperative economy
of co-gravitational synergetic positive relationships,
permaculturally-potentiated as reiterative bicameral communication strings
of perennial nature/nurture memory cycles,
heading toward ever-more comprehensive predictive power
to harvest positive-nutrient enculturing eco-consciousness
within [concave (-,-) dipolar coarising function] as without [cogravitational thermodynamic balance of Earth's DNA/RNA dark/light down/up fractal syntax for cold/warm neural appositional codex,
speaking the negative trends of angry past and future fear Becoming
surrounding LovePeace Positive Present CoPresent Being.

Oops, there we go again, 
just when I thought we were heading toward
how to restructure our political economy 
to cooperate more nutritiously toward healthy diastasis
and warm Beloved Communities
of heaven on Earth,
I start hearing about iconic frequencies of RNA
and other regenerative issues and concerns
not easily or lightly shared.
Senator, it sounds like your own journey
has been influenced by Taoism
and you read Bucky through that way of
comprehending Time's BiLateral Way.

That's fair;
I certainly do that,
but doesn't everybody?

Doesn't everyone do what, exactly,
Senator?

Doesn't everyone absorb positive nutrients
to optimize the regenerative pulse of time
incarnating within anthrocentric bicameral
mindbodies,
plotting and planning,
designing and developing,
economic and political optimization strategies,
husbandry and parenting,
agricultural scientific research,
eco-parasitic DNA-syntaxed 
as individuated co-arising identity
within Earth as Benign (0)-Centric Host
of Heaven's Divine Bounty
as informed Earth,
as Elational Time,
BiFolding Ballistic Past 
to Ecofold FutureBallast Prime Relationships
of ReGenerative Health and Wealth?

Honestly, Senator, at the moment
I couldn't say
whether anyone has ever done that,
but apparently you have,
and please know we are all
Occupying EcoBodhisattva PolyCultural Warrior Space
with you.

Preciate, Sister Glory.

Elate, Brother Fuller.












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Psalms 23: PermaCulture ReMix

As regenerate love is our EcoMentoring Shepherd Guide,
we shall not want
or fear any shortage of timelessness,
we are HereNow,
lacking nothing and no past or future time,
in organic self-perpetuating regenerative meadows
of deep green nutritionally healthy grass.

Earth Hosts our  parasitic co-occupier evolution
along double-binding temporal flowing still waters
of revolving dialectical time,
Original Intent emerging toward polycultural outcomes.

EcoLogic guides us through therapeutic healthy life
v. pathological fear and angry self-hatred,
for the sake of regeneratively optimizing development
of MidWay balanced nutritional design
opportunities for health
invested in low risks
for further loss and waste.

Though we pass through this gloomy Great Transition,
we fear no harm
to our cooperatively synergetic nondual co-arising dipolar TransParent
DiaPraxis intended selves.

Within me
Right MindBody rods of bilaterally cogravitational time
as Left MindBody staff of bicamerally balancing normative guidance
are here now to co-guide each other
toward polycultural regenerative optimization goals,
to hearten us,
elate us,
CoPresence in Present us,
to notice eco-karmically graced us.

You prepare a PolyCultural Exterior Landscape
of Beloved Community design before me,
under the competing radar screens
of BusinessAsUsual Left-brain deductive dominance.

Earth anoints our mindbodies and cultures
with flowing positive nutrients
and pathological negative dysfunction,
our cup brims over
with polyculturing cooperative wealthy health.

Just show up, HereNow regeneratively ready,
how goodness and kindness co-hunt 
our cooperative EcoSelf
through every angry-fearful past and future fissure,
every day and sleep-full-invested night
of our regenerative life;
our home,
the house of Earth's ReGenerating Tribal DNA/RNA-Passionate EcoTime,
YHWH as (-)0-squared is to +1 binary
WinWin fractal-crystal eco-echo octaves,
singing External YangForm Convex
dancing Internal YinYin DoubleNegative ConCaving echo-mutual love
as ecoconscious CoPresent timeless bliss.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016