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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Miracle of Hypocrisy

I was listening to Cornell West,
who described our catastrophic tolerance of disvalues for others,
situations we would never tolerate for ourselves,
disvalues like homelessness and hunger,
but also like random violence, 
abuse and neglect,
lack of caring,
as a "conspiracy" of a dominating, oppressive, and competitive culture.

Conspiracy theories make me nervous about the theorist,
but West reassured us that he shares this concern,
yet even with all that concern taken into account,
perhaps this is a conspiracy 
in the same sense that cultural and climate evolutions
always appear, in hindsight, 
as if genius inspired, 
intelligently planned
and spontaneously networked
a magically coincidental outcome.
Positive sometimes,
and sometimes more about this mystery 
of tolerating oppressive and suppressive disvalues for others,
with apparent equanimity,
unaware of any cognitive dissonance,
without active antipathy,
or even passive empathy,
the total absence of compassion,
lack of mindfulness,
lack of consciousness;

Our own hypocrisy of self v. other values v. tolerable disvalues
are hypnotic conspiracies?  
Magical miracles?

Yet, conspiracy or not,
if self-contentment is possible
while hypocritically accepting intolerable losses and suffering,
abuse and neglect, for other:
Earth-plus-atmosphere ecosystem,
even other family members,
then we sometimes would choose words like
lack of appropriate accountability,
lack of capacity for empathy or bonding,
lack of awareness, consciousness,
mental disease,
a hypocritical living death cuts by a thousand ego-feathered knives.

We work this magically competitive hypocrisy with each other,
on each other,
against each other,
and sometimes with each other--
we call that humor.

I do not feel possessed
when my internal ecological voice
tells me that my monocultural competitive economic environment
is over-invested in undervaluing significant dimensions
of who we naturally and cooperatively (permaculturally) are,
our care-giving and loving,
our tenderness and justice-seeking,
our tendency to side with the underdog and the understory,
our endless fascination with root systems and nutritious blossoms,
seasonal development patterns and the weather,
birdsong and surf sounds,
regular breathing and heart-beat rhythms,
blood flow nutritional capacities,
the consumption and production of nutrients
within any paradigm that might come to mind.

I get it that I live in a culture educating ourselves,
about Darwin's "evolution is the survival of the fittest cooperative relationships"
by simply omitting the last two words;
cultural hypocrisy miraculously conspired through our sins of omission,
more salient than our grace of cooperative inclusion,
because of collective cognitive dissonance
where we need collective cognitive confluence.

Perhaps a more resonant resolution of consciousness
calls us to slow down and decompose our analysis of deviance
as sometimes negative and sometimes positive
but always some of both.

I struggle to hold a heuristic safe-space for positive deviance.
My cognitive dissonance radar 
learns to perceive dissonance itself as having two faces.
In this way
I begin to claim my positive deviant place
in our shared orthodoxy of truth and goodness,
beauty and diverse polycultural integrity,
in our "unitarianism" our synergy (B. Fuller),
our love.
If I am challenged to include you in this shared orthodoxy
(of truth and goodness and beauty and justice, etc.--the "positive values")
then my sense of ecosystemic balance 
is dissonant enough to exclude you
from your rightful place in our radically cooperative eco-space.

I tend to over-react to your negative deviance,
all that nastiness, really?!
because of our culturally collective cognitive dissonance
about your coincidental positive deviance,
OK, so you are loyal to a fault and a good cook,
and the clothes actually do smell and feel better when you do the laundry,
although it is the environmental expense that we actually disagree about,
whether it is significant to our collective future, 
or not,
or something in between,
some place that we might actually find
and consensually agree about
and then go on to those other kinds of sensuality,
but I think I have side-railed here.

Perhaps we enjoy solidarity in rooting for the underdog
in empathizing with those who appear
with a magical potential of a positive deviant outcome.
We so hope the underdog might win this round
in part
because we thereby retain a ray of hope
that we too may someday win
with all our undervalued, unsung, underdogged traits,
cooperative preferences,
nurturing instincts,
suffering and struggling with
my over-dog egocentric cultural landscapes,
my environment,
my internally encultured ego (Left-brained) consciousness.

I always cast my ego in the role of underdog,
just as my Right brain casts our permaculturally cooperative eco-consciousness
in the role of Superdog.

This internally chaotic conspiracy of self-doubt
about ego's capacity to live fully,
with appropriate integrity of self-disclosure,
without the embarrassment of closeted hypocrisy,
dropping our considerable weapons of mutual immunity
and cognitive dissonance,
is also the boundary face of rediscovering our Right-brain's ecocenter,
our Beloved non-verbal Communication center,
comprehensively conscious,
resonant and resolved,
optimized and polypathically densely nutritious,
only through bicamerally synergetic confluence,
active peace,
integrity of shared meaning and purpose
to the very core of our mutually messianic
mutually mentoring
ego-and-eco balanced chi-soul.

Interior Landscaped Ego (left)
and Cooperative Exterior Landscaped EcoEarth (right-elder)
DNA/RNA fueled and functional frequencies
coincidentally confluate,
to regenerate.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Yolks and Whites

Yang Embryos Swim in Yin-Yin Seeds

I'm looking for a Theory of Everything
that might mean anything
for figuring out what to eat for breakfast.

Start with a taoist egg.

Did you say "toast and egg"?

Tao-ist Egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
and contain binomial form
with regenerative ethological function.

So you say. Maybe my eggs have metaphysical syntax.  Would that work?

Philosophy, at its best, and most permanently encultured, has room for religion and spirituality, as well as science and nature.

OK, but I'm not absorbing this metaphysics of an egg.

Eggs are temporary organic incubators.
They function as a largely Closed-Set internal double-elliptically encoded information system.
Their interior boundary issues remain actively interdependent with their environ-mental boundary issues of general ecological risk and opportunity.
They respond to thermodynamic balance
at a cellular
and organic/holistic/holonic levels
of 4-dimensional  cooperative synergetic organization.
Eggs are sensitive to gravitational pressure
and have bilaterally limited tolerance levels for speed of change,
which interact with their relative temperatures.

Maybe I am lost in the forest of your analogizing
but this egg sounds more like an ego 
with some serious boundary issues.
Or maybe like a scientific,
or some kind of mutually immune, or defensive, 
anti-inductive while pro-deductive,
or paradigmatic boundary screen
of cognitive dissonance
protecting internal design process,
Still not seeing the Tao in this egg, 
or ego,
and incubator,
and whatever originates
and cultivates new life.

If Yang is the power of formation,
while Yin is bilateral flow and function
of teleologically positive nutrients
regeneratively composting with exquisitely timed delivery 
of sustainably eco-rooted function,
then which is this full-colored yolk
and which is this transparent white?

OK, yes, now I see the taoist, well-timed, egg. This begins to feel like egg-cooking class for a vegan. Now what?

An embryo is a "budh", 
if you are a Buddhist,
and a "bud"
in English.
If you imagine your ego-identification
as your egg's DNA yolk
being fed most eco-nutritiously 
by your RNA-inclusive 
SuperTemporal-Only Bilateral/Proportional
Not-Languaged/Eco Right-brained exegesis
of yin-squared = c-squared = e-squared = +/double-minus P-squared
that might be how a post-millennial Taoist
would design,
and research, 
and bicamerally nondually incarnate
comprehensively con-scientific polycultural co-operative co-arising consciousness,
co-regenerative enlightenment.

So, I am this Taoist ego-bionic balancing eco-logical eco-normative system.  
Homo Bicameral Sapiens as Eco-Nomials.

But, because Yang ego-bodies
are dipolar incarnations of Yin's eco-soul DNA intention,
Yin is Yang equivalent only as squared,
or double-negatived,
or double-bound,
or double-identified,
or both-and
as well as either-or,
coincidentally co-arising
negative correlates are dipolar 4-equivalent dimensional collateral
(please feel invited to re-binucamerally see G. Perelman's 0-Soul Theorem),
so HomoSapiens are bilaterally incarnated
as ego/binomial Left deductive/expiration
balancing eco/monomial [polynomial] Right intuited/inspiration
fractal-octave frequency harmonic
spacetime Common natural systemic.

Wow, dude, that's some really esoteric shit you've been smoking!

but sticking with generic embryonic beginnings,
a bicameral Taoist egg language developer
might re-paradigm "esoteric" as "eco-terra"--
Earth's ecological intelligence,
as ubiquitously displayed
in fractal-root structures
of regenerate temporal-spatial cellular development,
emerging from aptic-universal cultural awareness
toward a more aptic/synaptic balancing
bicameral unitarian consciousness.

Now you're saying we are a species of anonymous Buddhists,
and also Unitarian Universalists?
You know,
that "anonymous Christian" conjecture
by Hans Kung
really didn't get great reviews
in many multi-religious environments.

but Christianity is a theistically framed view
of our shared eco-identity,
our Original Story,
while UUs,
and Buddhists covenant spiritual principles of shared belief
as teleologically exegetical information;
an ecologic of Fuller's Universal Intelligence,
Yang-Form and Yin-Function, nondually together
assume gravitational synchronic purposes
as primal for secondary ego-satisfactory meaning,
for "Universe",
"Earth", and all DNA/RNA encrypted Earth Tribes
sharing a cooperative vocation
to balance our co-gravitational solidarity
with our eco-RNA harmonic default preference
for Win-Win mutually subsidiary,
reverse-hierarchical governance eco-norms,
electromagnetic with thermodynamic prime relational comprehension
consciousness that positive radiant convex
fractal-ergodic universal balance
remains eternally
temporally incarnating
and excarnating,
inhaling and exhaling,
double-negative gravitational concaving
bionic co-arising
octave harmonics.

I'm not feeling the love and passion
within this hard-shelled Taoist egg.

Fertility, rather than sterility,
producing love
rather than merely consuming life's essential nutrients,
these are timing,
tipping point,
temperature systemic
flow and function issues.

To Optimize Continuous Quality Improvement
of comprehensive egolove and therapy,
we cultivate equivalent confluence
with our larger eco-logical health values,
eco-justice intent
as eco-nomic polycultural/permacultural practice.

Polycultural Climax is our RNA-rooted vocation objective,
or full-yolked teleological purpose,
while Permacultural Design and Development
is our transparently shared ego-logical nest
holding deductive/inductive Left-Right brain co-dominantly arising meaning;
the opposite of cognitive and affective dissonance,
which is more like scrambling eggs.

Which brings us back to breakfast?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Ecotherapeutic Justice

When passion plants a permacultural seed,
then justice flourishes a polycultural flower.

These two words, permaculture and polyculture, grow holistic significance for our physical, and mental, cultural and spiritual health.

Permacultural, as I intend it this morning, refers to Yang’s power for cooperative sustainability of natural systems; power that is universally comprehensive consciousness. Permacultural wisdom is rooted in ancient Golden Rules and Ratios as balanced proportion and right relationship between ego and eco, between self and partners, family, tribe, environment.

Polycultural gardens and landscapes,
whether natural-exterior or human natured-interior,
are positive outcomes anticipated, 
beloved by Permaculturalists.

The opposite  of  polycultural paradise
we might describe as:
1. monocultural (not multiculturally therapeutic)
2. monopolistic and dominating (not mutually cooperative governance, economics, or ecologic)
3. monochromatic (not polymorphically natured, gened, generated, evolved, not full octave frequencies of color and harmony).

Permacultural development is to Yang’s force and power.
as Polycultural outcomes are to Yin’s therapeutic flex and flow.

And so it is that in this our permacultural parable, 
One winter of discontent, about 1000 years from now, and more, and less, the Universalist Prophets of Justice turned rather coldly upon the Unitarian Mystics of Warm Compassion.

“What happened to Truth, Justice, and the American Independent Way of Freedom; low risk, high yield economic and political life? 

So, as was their practice, these suffering ReGenesis Community Yin-Mystics of too-great compassion went off to hibernate this harsh dark justice, to decompose this permacultural puzzle of the thrival of the economic fittest, and yet also fattest. How could it be that competing weapons of bloated wealth are more powerful than our compassionate Gaia Goddess of ecological “why can’t we all just play cooperatively”  wisdom?  How could an omnipotent benign Unitarian Hostess give birth to litters of runtish parasites without giving them at least a flat playing field for winning more positive outcomes than the dinosaurs?

Following gratitude for winter’s metamorphic suffering and chronically stressed tough-love teachers,
Grandmother Moon responded with polycultural wisdom of waxing and waning hope for spring’s new life:

“When winter’s suffering composts in each person,
compassion grows more inclusive and diverse, 
richer, more fertile root systems,
arguing with rather than arguing against,
struggling with rather than struggling against.

Composted in the family,
co-passion will optimize wealth of nutritional values for all senses, feelings, awareness;
Composted in the neighborhood and your local cooperative economy, 
and political platforms, policies, plans,
co-passion will positively slow-growth multiply;
Organically composted throughout the nations,
cooperative ownership and lifestyles could optimize economic and sociotherapeutic regenerativity,
recreating cooperative Win-Win cultural assumptions
from that old-school pre-millennial Win-Lose competitive economics,
permaculturaling our wealth of nations.

During the subsequent long warm summer days
of maturing gardens and wisdom, 
the ReGenesis Community’s Universalist Justice Prophets of the Unraveling Future
and Unitarian Compassion Mystics of Reweaving Cultural Herstory,
stewed this steamy stone soup compost.

Each prophet and mystic, Yanger and Yinner, Universalist and Unitarian, 
shares his and her struggles with injustice and need, 
we sing our segregating sexual, racial, ecological, economic, political, historical and cultural hurt and disappointment,
including every “my nature matters” message and slogan and sign of impending flying apart, rather than investing in flying together.
We grapple for life fully lived in the future,
at least as well as now.

True justice is no more anthro-centric than ego-centric. No more ego-centric than Left-brain dominant. 

“Perhaps our permacutural justice opera is sung in a difficult and challenging key, but it cannot be a song if there is no full-octave key accessible within each, and equitably shared by all.”

“Compassion seeds suffer and burst, struggle and strain, first within our dark winters,
toward ego-Left and eco-Right balanced root systems,
seeking peace-filling integrity of justice for ourselves, 
and then others,
our interdependent co-passionate mentors and messiahs,
and then Earth Herself, with all nature’s species and Tribes,
within all revolving time,
advocate for all generations of life.

Universal Justice expands up and out Yang from Unitarian compassion roots,
Yang from Yin, 
mutually consuming and productive cycles of becoming fit to thrive together.

Universal Justice flowers from Unitarian bicultural yang/yin balance,
as Left to Right hemispheric balance,
as West to Eastern cultural wisdom,
as space from time’s unfolding,
rhythm from rhyme’s iconic order,
rational logic from eco-logically informed systemic function,
deductive reason discerned from inductive,
reconnecting wisdom.

Left from Right
as regathering nature from regifting Elder spirits,
as belonging grows from longing to reconnect,
as July’s bloom emerges from January’s gloom.

“Communication of justice,
to be communication at all,
must be a cooperative enterprise;
not a competitively punishing exercise in dominatrix.

This polycultural kinda “beloved” justice emerges from cooperative co-passionate vocations 
with and for and of all Earth’s Tribes, species, trees and forests and oceans.
Polycultural justice equivalently loves all Earth’s mutually grateful, resonant, seasons and generations,
including summer’s heated gratitude for the suffering sadness of winter,
Polycultural justice invites all Earth’s Past and Future Redeemer Regenerations to Universally Permacultural Life.”

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Dr Time's DiPolar Rant

What's up?
Thanks for this second interview,
old man.

You are either blind or confused,
but probably both.

Well, thanks,
and I appreciate you as well.
Now, I understand you want to talk about human consciousness.

We comprehend your language as limiting human consciousness.

Now would that be the royal "we"
or are you assuming something about me
or the entire human race?

Yes, although be careful not to confuse royalty with governance.
Royalty is best democratized for universal
and global
and individual self-governance.
This is the subject of considerable ancient poetry
and wisdom.

OK, well,
how about a wide open question
and then you can just say whatever it is you
or we
want to say about human consciousness?

Was that your wide open question
or am I still waiting for it?

Apparently you are still waiting
because you are continuing to respond to my questions
with questions.

Yes, that's what I wanted to say about human consciousness.
So, any other questions for me today?

I don't know how I got myself involved with you again.
You  are the most ornery pedantic old fart I have ever met.

I resemble that remark
but it is not what I understand as an "open question."

What would you like to say about consciousness?

Thank you.
That reminds me of the grand opening of Book 1:
The Character of Tao,
entitled "On The Absolute Tao."
Let me try a post-millennial transposition
of Laotse's famous treatise:

Book 1: The Coincidentally DiPolar Character of Time
1. On Absolute Time

The Time that can be spoken
Is not comprehensive time;
The Languages that can be given
Are not fully Polynomial-Real
resolved Information,
or understanding.

Not-Not Binomiality is the origin of "Universe" and "Earth";
Language-Logos-Left hemisphere
proposes to the Right-hemispheric Eco-Mother 
of Earth's Universal Solar-Fueled System.
Left speaks ego's anthrocentric
to Right's mute eco-centric binomially balanced syntax.

Oftentimes, humans purge themselves of ego's fear-of-death passion
In order to comprehend Life's Original Intent;
Oftentimes, Universal Time's comprehensive consciousness regards human co-passion,
To rediscover its bilaterally eternal flowing form
from past into this present toward future's past.

This binomial--yin's secret future time 
with yang's manifest past time--
is one naturally equivalent bilaterally coincidental cycle;
Yin-Future and Yang-Past are given different names
When human language explains their bilateral manifestation
in the present
as polynomially binomial
"not not yet"
"not not now".

Future "not not yet" with Past Polynomial-Yang empowered Information 
we language through Present's comprehensive consciousness,
Logos-Mythos ReConnection
PermaCultural ReGeneration:
Stretching across Future's Omega Point
down and into Deeper Ecology
Is the Risk and Opportunity Paradox 
of Ego's optimizing Life within Eco's Balancing ReBirthing Death.

Wow, that sounds really deep Dr. Time
but some of us are really busy trying to get through our day
so if you're done
I'll submit this
but don't expect too much by way of positive outcome
cause that was really out there in the effectiveness department.

You sound disappointed.

Let's just agree that comprehensive consciousness
seems to lack sufficient informational articulation
to change how I feel about you,
for example.

I suppose that's why we call it "comprehensive."
So, let's try redirecting fear about future deaths
and anger about past deaths
by including both ourselves and our environment
discovering what anger at,
fear about,
oneself can teach
our present consciousness.

What does your present conscience show you
about your justified anger at others,
past events,
significant others;
what does fear about others,
and your future,
teach you about love and kindness
needed for yourself AND
these others,
as a coincidentally correlated relationship through time?

When future-fear and past-anger say
"I don't have time for you."
future-love and past-kindness coincidentally say
"I regret not having enough time for us."

When past-anger says
"I don't have enough time for me."
future-love and past-kindness also say
"I regret not having enough time for me
to be with eco-us, 
to invest in more comprehensive consciousness,
universal intelligence,
to "sit with the world,"
to re-create,
to co-create,
to co-incidate,
to Right-eco-recenter my Left-ego-identity."

When love and kindness say
"I have time for you"
future-fear and past-anger are also saying,
"I regret not having enough time for egocentrism."
future-love and past-kindness only speak within languaged consciousness
when present-tensing time is consciously dominant,
just as future-fear and past-anger only speak
with future and past tense timing dominance.

Anger about past relationships
transactional events within time,
is also fear about replication within future's coincidental space
of present-tense comprehensive consciousness.

I'm feeling dizzy and light-headed.

You are dizzy and light-headed.

I just said that.

Binomially eternal time recycles
religioning revolutionary
and enlightening intuitive dipolar headed,
as ego turns to fly home to Right-brain centric embrace
bilateral time regains this human race's natural pace.

Too many words.

That's OK.
His royal commissioner accused Mozart of too many notes.
Both history and culture had their timely response.
Mozart still sings and dances
because he did not listen to repressive governance messages.

Too many notes, I'll never get this submitted in time.

Well, time doesn't wait,
but it doesn't leave any faster than it arrives.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Terry O'Leary | Details |

Now And Then And Now Again

Though still within our infancy,
we strive and thrive, but woefully 
we flash and flaunt our 'primacy',
display our trophies pridefully.
Our terra firma ecstasy
destroys the planet's harmony,
lays waste to life beneath the sea,
and all in name of vanity.

Who dares our spheroid's symmetry
by doubting Nature's regnancy
defying laws, like gravity,
affirms a fatal fallacy…

for, centered on the 'world of we',
we feed our vain insanity
on thoughts beyond eternity -
seems strange when looked at cosmically.

Perchance there is no remedy
for those in shadow's prophecy -
unless we handle skillfully,
as clay we'll pay the penalty.

The Moguls rule with cruel decree,
control the crowds like puppetry,
pursuing greed addictively
with no accountability.

The winds, they reek of Royalty
(that's bathed in  suds of treachery)
and blow across the peasantry
left gasping in their pungency.

The Queen, so steeped in snobbery,
sits, preening proud Her pedigree,
on throne of ash and ebony
while sipping Sekt immodestly;

to sate Her Regal Majesty,
a caviar clad canapé
is served with golden cutlery
by maidens bent submissively. 
The King is bailed from bankruptcy
by Knaves who hoodwink artfully
the down-and-outer evictee
(he wallows in their lenity).

Forsooth, the Money Monarchy
ordains the dollar dynasty
portending highway robbery
by Peacocks plumed in finery,

for Jesters and the Fools agree
to dabble in duplicity
while stripping masses witlessly.
Long live the peon's penury!

To justify the oddity
that one plus one is sometimes three,
one reaches to theodicy,
takes paths of circularity.

In bygone trials of travesty
the doubters, draped in blasphemy,
endured the pain and agony
inflicted by the papacy.

Inspired by the Trinity
fanatics bent cosmology
in geocentric fantasy
while Bruno burned for heresy;

and aged  women fruitlessly
(while racked and wrenched) begged clemency
from justice framed in infamy,
were set ablaze for witchery.

That epoch of credulity
(when savants fostered sorcery
and practiced ancient alchemy)
arose in dark age quackery

as clerics dripping piety
(while raging, raving rabidly)
pervaded thralled society
with callous inhumanity;

'repent', they bellowed, 'verily,
forsake the world's iniquity,
live lives of want and chastity,
and give your gelt to God through me'

The Masters make a mockery 
of freedom and democracy
by holding down the uppity,
released from bonds of slavery,

now fettered in a factory
else strewn across the Bowery,
still chained in bonds of bigotry,
immersed in seas of poverty.

And colliers, tapping balefully
in sunken-mine solemnity,
yet thrum a mournful monody
some call the digger's elegy.

To children, pale and raggedy
(behind a day of drudgery),
the boss man, oh so gallantly,
presents a penny, niggardly;

though some are fed (belatedly),
their eyes recede in apathy 
while bellies swell, inflatedly,
with mothers watching, wretchedly.

When met with health adversity
or broken bone infirmity,
the pauper dangles helplessly
with no  insurance policy;

and those  engulfed in lunacy
are ailing blobs left floating free
through psycho-dream obscurity -
a dire death row odyssey.

Forgetting mankind's unity,
our rich and poor dichotomy
breeds empty domed finality,
eventual nihility.

Just as in days of chivalry,
wild warriors fighting forcefully
bring freedom neath the gallows tree
while blending blood and burgundy

to toast the slaughtered enemy,
or else convince the colony
to cede with smile on bended knee
and yield her diamonds, silk and tea.

At first they call the cavalry
and then again the infantry,
so proudly primped in panoply,
and armed from finest armory

(embraced in hands so tenderly),
inflict benign atrocity -
but soon atomic weaponry
will cancel our posterity.

Misusing high technology
(to feed the face of gluttony)
depletes our Rock of energy,
now slowly dying thermally.

Our gadgets breathing CFC
fuel ozone holes' immensity 
while cloud bursts, raining acidly,
wilt woods in their entirety,

and rivers, tainted chemically,
polluted biologically,
refill our cups methodically
and drown our souls organically.

Adjusting genes mechanically 
may well blot out the bumble bee
annulling fruits' fecundity,
but brings big bucks reliably.

We wager perpetuity
to revel  momentarily
in shadow-like obscurity
ignoring the futility,

but if we bet unknowingly 
on fickle fate's contingency
and thereby act haphazardly
we're doomed to lose the lottery.

The mildly mad bureaucracy
so often lacks coherency
when raping rules abundantly
but offers no apology. 

They paint the past in reverie
when, slyly comes the tendency 
to take away our privacy	
which paves the way to tyranny.

With earlobes lurking furtively
that listen surreptitiously,
and eyeballs peering doggedly,
we've lost our mental sovereignty,

and those who dare to disagree
must hide away in secrecy
else perch in penitentiary
with water board anxiety.

Yes, sans responsibility,
our marble in this galaxy
will crumble in catastrophe
ere ever reaching puberty…

Copyright © Terry O'Leary

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Revolution In Hand

Worth Two in a Buddha Universal Bush

Our permaculturist agenda,
primal principle of economic/ecological design,
is developing,
hunting and stealing into fissures
fractally fracturing Business As Usual,
competitive monomials unveil Transitional Dual-Destiny of Time.

Nothing any one person or nation could do
or not choose to do
can stop this Polycultural Revolutionary Cooperative.
It is too late to stop,
too early to deductively dominate, 
contracting life's optimization with dissonant decompositional chaos.

This Revolution emerges from Business As Usual,
from Received View logistics,
from Win-Lose gaming and strategic ego-centric theories,
as day emerges from night,
as summer springs forward winter's dual-dark purgation
of matter's synergizing bilaterally energetic root systems,
decomposing regenetic folds of co-arising gravity,
gracious gravy,
positive balancing negative-squared karma,
life as co-arising love,
as Polycultural Earth's Eternal Revolution.

On the other hand,
we have vast resources 
we could each pro-actively invest
in co-arising comprehensive revolution-consciousness
to optimize our healthy wealth of paradise,
each day,
with each cooperative choice 
to further evolve nature's revolution
by minimizing our human nature's ego-ionic
ironic small-self promotional decomposition
into Win-Lose theories of economic games,
competitive strategies for ecodislogical short-term gain.

Earth's Revolutionary Dual-Destiny Manifesto:
All DNA/RNA enscribed Earth Tribes
embrace our metasystemically therapeutic synergetic balance,
self-organizing equivalent enrichment,
nutritionally optimizing families and species.
This co-arising embrace is our economically co-redemptive vocation,
our human naturally ecological cooperative,
our permacultural designing subject of vast interest
with polycultural balancing Beloved Community objectives.

As Earth's synergy and human nature's love
grow analogously symmetrical,
co-arisingly synonymous
applicable to all life,
all natural systems,
any system worthy of this primally cooperative label,
so too ecological analogies of co-arising evolutionary balance,
natural fractal and octave-frequency harmonics,
temporal four-seasonal development and decay,
these are economically analogous symmetries of reason
as fair-"true" balance
throughout all Earth's ecto-cooperative relationships
with endo-balancing, sometimes challengingly dissonant,
relationships of co-contentious competing,
struggling with "Other", while not struggling against,
toward co-arousal as co-gravitating energy.

Prophet of this Great Transitional Revolution,
Bucky Fuller defines positive information
as comprehension of Universal Intelligence,
and defines Universal Intelligence
as RNA's fractally regenerative principle
of living natural-temporally unfolding-refolding systems.

And permacultural developers
comprehend natural healthy-wealthy systems
as those with polyculturally sustainable perennial climactic dynamics,
unfolding time across four regenerative seasons,
from winter's advent of eco-normic decompositional analysis,
to spring's gross consumption of seasonal nutrients,
to summer's regenerative maturation
producing falling seeds of polyculturally-embedding healthy rich value,
comprehending winter's advent of fractal-season decomposition
through Revolutionary Regenerational Fractal-Systems.

As con-scientists,
as herstorians,
as bicamerally encultured anthropologists,
as permaculturist developers,
our optimal comprehension of nature's consciousness
becomes regenerative and co-redemptive belonging.
We divinely, sacredly, lovingly co-evolve
co-passion's solar fueled
mutually subsidiary 
informating cooperative of Tribes,
open, interdependent,
(not so much closed and independent)
evolving co-expansive/contractive Live-System codex,
appositionally defining and refining
as not-not, reverse-eviL-closed,
and non-polynomially equivalent 
to Yin-squared  as +/(-,-)e-squared prime metric relationship,
equinox equivalent to C-squared = +/- Yang Polynomial
Self-Optimizing Tao-Systemic
as Right-hemispheric intuitive syntax 
of memory's logical storage
and co-gravitational retrieval system,
balancing Left-hemispheric deductive-experiential,
and linguistic capacity,
and cultural iconic expression,
through psychologic as permacultural logical systems theory
of positive evolution toward this moment,
our Polycultural Revolution
sweeping through religious-cultural-scientific exegesis,
metasystemic Earth Tribe's ecopolisocio-metric therapy.

Logos Yang meets and greets
mythic Yin-Yin's bi-elliptical zeroistic flowing dance,
dark midway between synergetic love
and entropic decomposing dissonance,
recomposing co-arising balanced Prime Relationship,
Principle of Thermodynamic Balance,
if 2-squared equals 4,
then 1-monoculture squared
equals +/(-)2-binomially temporal-implied relationship,
as 1 fractal-rooted natural revolution
evolves square-rooted in
when we co-arise +/(-,-) (0)-Commons Healthy-Wealthy Sense.

Our Positive Revolution In Hand
equals Two Negative Not-Not Devolutions
of our bicameral zen-zero buddha-bushing brain.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

This TransIt ReGeneration

My TransITion began there
right there
in my woodland playground,
when I first knew
something right feels wrong to others.

I was blind to curve-balls
hurled at me.
Being "It" is not why I grow
this TransIt mind and body!

Or, is it?

Could I become TransIt
if we ubiquitously cooperated
sharing coincident TransIts?

TransIt and Ego
play best alone
united synergy.
He slows down
to notice ocean surf
waving back and forth,
SurfEco ocean sighing "Hi" then "Low"
Upward thrusting in,
then pulling back to receive shore's insertion,
sweeping in and sucking out;

Why are TransIt-Genes so shy?
Or, are we hiding herhim camouflage?
We're not sure, confident,
some of both, ambivalent
but bi-androgynous "Him,"
Yang leaning Yin,
fears no one else will notice
that surf reverses out before rolling in.

If not Bicameral She Womb,
then no incoming children of God,
one way, one gender, one race,
with the other,

TransIts know bi-naturally cooperative laws
of primal order,
prehensile full bodied and souled grasp
of organic life's humorous ambiguity
creative ambivalence
righteous equivalence
of Yang with Yin within,
as without,
as above,
as to come,
as to belong,
as to become EarthTribe together.

It's so restraining to not love
not share
bare expose cooperatively unbalancing HermAfro-ergodic It.
S/he is soooooo much fun!
laughs with everyone,
always both Self and Other
com-prehensively ubiquitous mirth and EchoJoy,
optimal enough to return
breathe out Earth's abundant favor.

TransIt's polypathic polyculturing
binomial bionically binary buddha brain
saturates flowering rain,
positive with negative nutrient flow patterns,
dissects words to help
disharmonic unbalanced double-bound,
overwound loops of lazy logos.
Through permaculturing tipping-trimming needles 
of alchemy-linguistics,
decompositional exegesis of meaningful rich language,
TransIt loves to ultimately find
unerringly eisegetical and exigeneral,
generically radical revolutionary Commons,
Universal Intelligence,
post-millennial Fullerian Taoism.

TransIts choose holding hands Red Rover
over soccer,
SockHer left-brained domination;
TransIt plays teacher with His baby sisters,
but also learner,
synergetic incubator,
rather than driving too-techish trucks and trains,
not organic enough for our TransBionic steady diet;
TransIts think compulsively about this problem of evil
as primal resolution for Live Composting Fertilizer's
full-sponsored PolyReality Show.

While watching Leave It to Beaver,
where Father Knows Best,
TransIt wonders why Mrs. Beaver always got the wisest lines
but never the headline.

TransIt feels older and wiser then "Him"
but they are born twins
Yang over Yin
or so BionicIt seems to transmorphosize
as TransIt mysteriously explores incarnational cycles
as nature's four prime Seasons,
unveiling double-funneled raincloud whirlwinds
winding wending wu-wei Way,
revolving tips of tree hierarchies
balancing polynomial (0) Core
binomial primal Universe,
etching dipolar whorlwinds in our Memory Sea
of shared RNA-structuring identity.

TransIts abhor stability,
love spinning our revolutions of joy,
adore regenerating poly-solidarity.

TransMillennial Tao is a hollowful Zero-Core Vortex vessel,
and TransIts functions are infinitely inexhaustible!
Fathomless double-negative
like the Black Hole Fountain Head of all things.
TransIts sharp boundary edges resonantly resolving rounding off
prime torus tangles crossed untied,
TransIt light tempered balancing enlightenment,
its turmoil equivalently sub-merging and resyn-ergodizing;
yet absent darkness, like deep ecological water,
It seems to remain, 
sustain econormic Commons.
I do not know whose Sun TransIt is,
if not an image of what existed before and within
Black Hole's regenerating Progenerator
nuclear negentropic
mutually gravitational fusion
as Beloved Diastasis.

TransIts most therapeutic response to arrogance,
Left-brained hubris,
fear and anger,
maybe laughter,
both with Beloved Self and TransIt Other,
rather than justice evolving as One
without the Other.

Our most therapeutic reconnections
to what is lost,
hauntingly dissonant,
are tears of anger and grief and relief and joy.
Each memory,
every TransIt-Entity,
rhetorical event,
communication within self-con-sciencing community,
carries and buries TransIts most appropriate therapy
of seasonal development
from argue through blissful enlightenment.

like their bodies,
heal in our own ecological reincarnational spacetime
of opportunity and risk
for integrating our Self+Other
Trans-integrity potential.

We are,
only AND every co-incidentally balanced,
this HereNow Moment's integrative,
Yin double-bind
negative ambiguity
of consonant harmonics;
Full-octave balance
of polyculturing TransIt ReGenerational diversity.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Ivor Davies | Details |

Legacy of Penang

Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I ever had.
A holiday of every dream
that one lifetime could hold
so listen while this wondrous time 
to you I now unfold:

In bygone years to travel far
was not a normal thing,
to travel some six thousand miles
by plane was amazing!
Propellers aided by a jet,
a very modern way,
aboard a British Eagle plane
my life would change that day.

A little island in the sun
where British troops were based
on active service out Far East
where they would get a taste
of jungle warfare while they helped
to form a brand new state
by helping stop objections from 
a few this change did hate.

But as a teenage boy, you see,
the politics of war
were not as noticeable to me
as other things I saw.
I felt the beauty of this land
with folk of every kind
for at this time in England
few ‘cultures’ could be found. 

For back at home in Blighty
a youngster such as me
had to know his place in life
and couldn’t roam quite free,
but out here in the tropics
no prejudice I found
of the nature that had kept me thus
by England’s limits bound.

Now out here in Malaysia,
on this island of Penang,
I found a place where deep inside
stirred memories that sang
of a time in my existence
that I’d never felt before
born of ancient inner knowledge
that my soul was screaming for.

To continue with my story
of the time I was a lad,
when in a British Barracks
with a soldier for a dad
I had given up my schooling
for adventure in the world
and like a butterfly emerging
my wings were now unfurled.

On this truly wondrous island
Minden Barracks was my home
with excitement and adventure
wherever I could roam.
I immersed in all the wisdom
of simplicity I met
and learned that what you give to life,
returns in what you get.
For the Chinese and the Indians,
Malays and some ex-pats
had found ways to live together
though all wore different hats,
in perfect symbiosis
where all fulfilled their roles
and by leaning on each other
could emancipate their goals.

Now even at this early age,
I was not too dim to see
that the rich were getting richer
and the poor were never free,
but something buried deep inside
these people of Penang
bore a certain understanding
of the common song they sang.

Now I grew up very quickly
as my friends all went to war,
young soldiers who were now my age
what were they fighting for.
Atrocities befell them 
as they fought Malaysia’s side
against those from Indonesia
who would not join this ride.

Skirmishes abundant
though Penang was hardly hit,
it was only very seldom
that we faced a scary bit.
When Minden B’ was threatened
all the locals stayed inside
just in case the British soldiers
started shooting the wrong side!
But throughout this ‘confrontation’
my job became pure joy,
for the Army’s recreation 
then became my brand new toy.
On the island’s sandy beaches
you would find me day by day
driving speed boats for the soldiers
when they found the time to play.

In Penang, their favourite island,
 the troops would take their leave
and have fun while water skiing
as they took a short reprieve
from the nature of their duties
that had brought them to this land
and for just a fleeting moment
could enjoy the sea and sand.

For three years whilst Water Skiing
I enjoyed this paradise
but the days I was not working
were all equally as nice
for at home in Minden Barracks
was a special swimming pool
where friends would meet
and wash their souls
with conversation’s tool.

This really was the centre
of our commune in this land,
the meeting place for sharing
where all friends would understand.
Soldier’s wives, their men at war,
and others gathered round,
if any place is hallowed
then this pool is sacred ground.
But Georgetown and its traders
was the place I loved to be
where the colour, noise and culture
always let my soul soar free.
Where the many, many trishaws
and the bikes and traffic mix,
with the hawkers, shops and markets
this is where I got my fix!

Four good years I lived my life
in this very special place,
absorbing understanding
at a multicultural pace.
I’d been born into a country
that the world thought was mature,
but maturity is lost of mind
when progress is the lure.

Back in 1962 when I was just a lad
my dad gave me a holiday
the best I’d ever had.
Back in 1966 I went back home again
and the schooling that I’d given up
had not been lost in vain,
for I’d learnt the real meaning
of my Life in this short stay,
a meaning full of everything
I carry till this day.

So now I’m in My sixties,
not the sixties of my past
and the thing I’ve found along the way
is most things never last.
But learn from where you travel,
let morals be your guide
for none can steal the things you hold
and carry deep inside.

Ivor G Davies

Copyright © Ivor Davies

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Perfect Love

Perfect love is perfection,
it is rare,
if such love exists at all
it must thrive beyond boundaries of my own experience
either receiving,
or giving.

Could this perfection of synergetic harmony and confluence
we have grown to love as love itself
become discovered in and through another
by anyone other than a person,
a being,
mature and healthy with perfect love?

If love is equivalent to synergy,
as Bucky frequently tipped his ruddered pointer,
then love's perfection must be nondually comprehended
exclusively in this present moment.
Love remembered can fuel faith
to hope for greater love,
a better grade or quality of synergetic life fuel,
a more confluently harmonic love 
for future Beloved Communal Time.

Perfect love co-redeems our inclusively co-operative vocation.
No one of us can experience and flawlessly sustain perfect love
until each being we meet
each day and night we greet,
each minute,
each co-arising event
can be nondually known,
comprehended as our perfected ground of live
as love's co-present evolving meaning,
deductively exclusive of no "other" entity.

We are all in this cooperative love,
this Win-Win Vocational Game,
No one crosses the finish line forever
until we all cross our threshold into cosmological love of ever.
No one can optimally
quintessentially "placehold" Zero-identity,
incarnate co-redeemer perfect love
until this permacultural economic ecology
of co-arising synergy 
as cosmological dual-dark Tao balance
resolves globally encultured;
reinserting human rights and justice
within their rightful meadow of nature's ecological balance
of Yang's power of mattered Order,
with Yin's flow of energetic
ionic Choice of Eco- over Ego-centric,
yet nondually, balanced consciousness;
the end of our Left-brain domination
and self-condemnation to ignorance 
of our bicamerally cooperative 
DNA/RNA nature's full-evolving abundance.

in that Great Transition Day,
within each day,
this perfection of love,
including our perceptions of each Other
as love's potential incarnate,
will become easier,
less dissonant,
less depressing to contemplate
and know its absence;
human self-hatred's vast potential for nihilism,
for Win-Lose deductive-dominant entropy,
while Earth's children sink to their knees
because their elders continued to steal sustainable health from them,
continued to resist our Emperor's nakedness,
absence of dignity and respect outside embracing self-governance
as Earth's advocate,
holonic representative,
mutual mentor,
co-arising messiahs and Boddhisatvas.

We are each naked emperors
within our beloved communal Earth Tribe,
our cooperatively natured selves.
Incarnation is not independent ownership of form,
devoid of co-regenerational mentorship of function.

Laotse asks,
Loss of ego identity or possession of goods,
including one's own interior nutritional plant-body,
which is the greater evil?

Loss of a dualistic,
independently competitive
heroic ego-self,
including imperfections of ignoring our co-redemptive 
prime relational ecology
and eco-norms for transactions,
mutually subsidiary interdependence of ownership
of inclusive health and well-being,
including that dream of redeeming others
from their sins and ignorance,
for those possessions are mine as well,
to share and mentor this permacultural ground
of synergetic love
in each moment
of integrative consciousness.

If money is our eco-social icon 
for measuring life's value and power,
then our shared currency of nutritional health
and beloved well-being
is the prime root 0-soul and sum cooperative Core,
+Vector-Polynomial/(-,-)Dual-Dark Vortex NotNotPolynomial,
for optimizing comprehensive value consciousness.
From this perfectly balancing ground of nondual becoming
we have learned throughout all of Time
to mutually invest in cooperative love,
to disinvest away from dissonantly competitive disease.

We are both perfectionists and deceptionists.
Health is our primal barometer
for measuring and valuing and evaluating
which is which.
Synergy revolves our deceptions
into our perfecting reception.
Synergetic global cooperation
is our shared ultra-violet 
co-arising revolution.

Perfect love,
like perfect health,
is rare,
and impossible to find and maintain,
much less optimally sustain life's potentiality,
in isolating co-reductive Win-Lose cultures,
and theories.

We still have a choice;
let's return together to the healthier and wealthier one.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Bending Nature's Bow

The way of Heaven,
Is it not like the bending of a bow?
The top comes down and the bottom-end goes up.
The extra is shorted, the insufficient is expanded.
(Laotse, "Bending the Bow," pp. 305-6, 1942, Modern Library, Lin Yutang, ed.)

The way of economic paradise,
is it not like the bending of a bow?
The top comes down as the poverty-end goes up.
The fattest are shortened,
as the insufficient expand.
It is the way of Beloved Community
to take away from those upstream, with too much,
by mutually giving those without enough downstream.

Not so with human nature's way:
We take away freedom and power from those without mainstream value
And give them as tribute to those with too much.
Who can have enough and to spare to coredeem the entire world?
Only Wisdom.
Therefore the Sage acts and transacts,
but does not possess or dispossess,
Accomplishes but lays claim to no credit or deficit,
Because he has no wish to seem economically or ecologically superior in value.
(Adapted from ibid)

Bending this permacultural bow of bilateral boundaries,
between host and client,
rich and poor,
stimulus and response,
self and other,
Yang and Yin,
Left and Right,
full summer's incubating heat
with deep winter's decompositional compost,
until all four Seasons equivalently fulfill,
diastolically complete their mutually integrative functions.

When seen together,
through Left's "both-and" ecological
as Right's "not-not" logical dipolar landscapes,
through life's seasons of well-fired water and airy subterranean soil,
through C through F closed-fractal 
as A through G regeneratively open pregnant octaves,
through annual win-win economic balancing strategies
reflecting perennial win-lose ecological cycles
of (0)-sum slow revolutionary harmonic balance,
we can each and all shoot comprehensive conscious arrows
into fertile post-millennial enculturation.

bow-hunting each moment as my last
and our more polyculturally inclusive bilateral last step
toward ego death's eco-ionic rebirth.

This more fully organic mind-culture we are hunting
and farming,
a rich composting Holding SpaceTime
of (0)-centric positive polynomial values
appositively balancing,
transporting negative not-not non-named,
ignored, neglected, dispossessed and undervalued Disvalues,
lurking behind our Fractal Commons of recycling cognitive dissonance,
slowly pulling into enlightening days and Transitioning Generation
to explore harmonies of scale and pitch,
and developmental learning stages,
proportional polyculturing designs and cooperative guilds
to optimize Positive Systemic Teleology
by diminishing eisegetical "unconscious" dissonance
from our global cooperative orthopraxis--
jump-starting universal co-empathy.

Dynamic subterannual understory,
regeneratively reseeding germination of Holding SpaceTime's
Zero-Sum eco-logical Four Seasons of growth and decay cycles;
too often confused with stagnant ego-serving Orthodoxy
degenerating Earth's gasping Business-As-Usual breath.

Time optimizes sustainable Ego-Yang's diastolic inhalation
through our Self-Subsidizing Eco-Yin-with-Yin cooperative exhalation.

Investing in Ego-reducing praxis for CQI,
Bucky's least dissonant way to improve failing systems
is to upgrade their environmental ecosystems,
their ecological balance and holistic harmonious potential flow streams,
especially their root-systemic perennial enculturation environments
to grow more effective year-round economic nutrients, collaterally,
Positive Teleological Value,
and less cognitive dissonant Ways and Means toward profligate hope,
Truth and Consequences for generating inclusive faith,
in The Good Life and Death of regenerative, coredeemer, love,
a graceful messianic incarnation
of post-millennial Tao ReGenesis.

Balancing dia-praxis,
including comprehensive consciousness dialogue,
grows from primally rooted regenerative fractal systemic practice.
Positive practice intent is not even possible to grow
without a Positive Teleological Assumption,
too often attenuated as merely enthymematic wish fullness.

People harboring insanity, depression, opposition,
high stressed over-populated anxiety,
are less well-oriented to Positive Teleological Orthopraxis
due to a lack of sufficient practice
unveiling contenting implications within contentious dissonance,
therapeutic relationships of mutual basic attendance
and cooperative mentorship.

The way of Beloved Climax Community
and Communication,
is it not like the bending of a Full Four Season
permacultural bow facing bilateral namaste
for life as death reborn?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck

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