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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/father_times_interview_694764' st_title='Father Time's Interview'>

Father Time's Interview

Hi.
We don't have a lot of time,
or, well, I guess you do,
but I don't,
so let's plunge right into the first big question:
Which came first, form or function?

False dichotomy. No such thing as a totally dysfunctional form,
and no such thing as changing function without some form
distinguished against a static background, or understory.

OK, that was quick!

Not really, 
it just seems that way to you.

Whatever, 
what about space and time, 
which came first?

Same question. 
Same answer. 
Space adds formed place 
to time's potentiating and exforming bilateral linear function.

Alright, 
so linguistic paradox meets coincidental evolution as time travel, 
I guess.

About time.

So you say.
And, yang and yin?

Same question.
Yang empowers Time's form
while Yin unfolds as yin-yin implicating bipolarity,
bicamerality,
binary form,
all binomial time and gravity frequencies,
synergetic natural trend strings and cycles,
mutually revolving gravity waves;
double-binding,
like not-not injunctions
and co-incidental natural intelligence
as accessible as the nearest regenerating cell,
intuition,
subconscious non-languaged awareness
of synergetic communication and cooperative community,
emerging from an eternally unfolding
enthymematic diastolic holding place
of polycultural multisystemic Black Holed love,
subconscious being,
giveness,
fore-giveness,
mutual subsidiary solidarity
and coredemptive navigation from past stimuli,
pulling, inviting, seducing
toward future's ecojust karmic response,
ecological reconnections from past to future in each present time,
re-genesis of The Tree of Coincidental Death and Life,
fear of shortness of time's revelation, revolution,
between death and life
yielding both further death and purgation
and further freedom and facility and harmonic diversity
of both species and song;
until we sometimes overheat our climatic landscapes 
with less than fully optimized cooperative function.

Wow!
Was that good for you?
I don't know how many nested climaxes you intended to create there,
but, anyway, 
what about dark and light,
black and white,
dispossession and possession of transparency?

Same question.
Black is white light's full octaved closed-set form
as light is emergent black's informating octave-ergodic dark-dense function.

So is that like a color wheel observation
or some kind of cosmologically universal statement?

Yes.
The ultra-violet spectrum completes time's full octave frequencies,
your human natured atomic picture frame
of a double-torus shaping universe,
the outline of a tree
including the tree's equivalent subterranean understory,
and undervalued root system.
Undervalued by egocentric left-brain dominant culture,
not by right-left bicameral balancers
and hormonizers
and permaculturalists,
all the way back to Laotse
then on back to shamans noticing naturally seasoned
cycling and recycling systems of birth and decomposition
and then new birth again.

You did it again, 
that thing 
when you sound like you're channeling Bucky Fuller
and you start talking about one thing
and then pulling words about some other irrelevant thing,
turning analogical coincidence
into ecological correlates.

Yes.
I suppose that's how language evolved
to iconically place-hold neural memory patterns
of synaptic crisis and aptically benign norms,
structured as DNA fractals,
cycling octave holonic frequency functions.

I'll take a pass on even pretending
connections between DNA's structure  
and the articulation of syntax.
How about the chicken and egg?
Which came first?

What's the difference?

I don't know.
It's one of those questions philosophers like to ask.

No.
I mean, what's the difference between a chicken
and its egg?

Well, one has feathers and wings 
and sometimes lays an egg
and the other is sort of oval
and smooth hard-shelled,
and gooey inside.

This chicken you are asking about,
did it lay the egg
you are asking about,
or
did this chicken emerge from the egg
you are asking about?
Or, maybe both, 
at different stages of chicken with egg development?
If so,
then I guess they too evolved coincidentally.
If I may comment off record here,
you keep asking questions about evolutionary production
and consumption cycles,
as if progenitive decomposition,
metamorphic transitions,
through self-renewing stages of paradox
were not the reverse face of regeneration,
as if we could have mature plants 
during summer's contenting heat
without cold hibernation 
of winter's dissonant contentiousness,
or any concept of optimized cooperative living
without something we fear as death,
loss of corporate-structured life.

I told you I would only do this interview
if you promised to not critique
our stupid questions.

There is no such thing,
but some are much more perennially
and permaculturally productive than others.

If you say so.
What would be the most insightful question I could ask you
and please go ahead and answer it too.
Save me some trouble.

Why is the duration of your DNA's life potential
measured only with egocentric
"Closed Set Universe" rooted quantitative values?
Because "Open System" inductive/consumptive life-form balance
is only perpetually (not conclusively) defined 
by eco-ionic production of (0) sum binomial root systems, 
double-crossing Eulerian prime relationship spacetime function.
The beginning and end of your DNA string 
appear terminal rather than transitional
if you identify your self as ego,
rather than as your co-operative portion of eco-regenerative consciousness.

OK, well, thank you for that,
I think.
How do you feel about the ground covered so far?
Anything else I should ask?

i wish you would give higher priority
to ecological and feminist justice platforms.

What's the difference
between a feminist agenda
and an ecological platform?

Nice job;
very excellent question.
Which came first
is like asking which is the producer 
and which is the later consumer,
when these functions emerge coincidentally
throughout a life,
a dream,
a generation.



Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Universal Credit Union

Stepped inside Bucky's Universal Credit Union today
to ask what could I invest in
with least risk
and greatest potential for self-optimizing return?

He invited me to sit down
to consider cooperative transactions
as our intentional understory
camouflaged within our ecotherapeutic relationships,
like summer's warm sun emerging from winter's cold clouds,
like noon folding out from appositional midnight,
like death enfolding regenerative life,
like life unfolding transmorphic death of Mother's absorbent egg,
like space unfolding time's eternally present 
diastatically emergent 
NOW.

So, here I sit
while economic advisor Fuller
explicates his negative corollary:
sociopathic Win-Lose strategies of domination
and dissonant relationships with oneself
others,
Earth and all her diversely lovely tribes,
is business-as-usual competitive investment
or disinvestment away from: 
cooperative compassion,
ecotherapeutic justice for all,
choosing to live within mutual subsidiarity
and solidarity of purpose.

I was hoping to find and incubate a nest egg
free of unbalanced blemish,
divested of too much Yang empowerment
of competitive Western culture,
Left-brain domination of Earth's Yin-Yin
Win-Win chronic thrival of the integrative fittest,
like permaculturist designs and cooperative lifestyles,
time's yang/yin spirally revolving balancing ergodic act
of thermodynamic and electrogravitational balance,
rather than increasing climatic eruptions within 
and without.

This Universal Credit Union follows Intelligent Cooperative Design,
synergetic,
active mutual-mentoring principles and investment policies,
Bucky responds,
supporting our logical conclusion,
our current ecological outcome,
that Yang-Left brain competitive Win-Lose cultural domination
trends already toward burning,
consuming more of Time's resources,
enspaciating
incarnating a planetary hydraulic temporal crisis.
Our decompositional function, as a species,
has not kept pace with regenerating Earth's Solar Systemic balanced nature.
We "educate" both producers and consumers
about most everything except how to keep these two primal
Yang with Yin flow and form and force functions in balance
as individuals
and families,
neighborhoods and indigenous communities of increasingly siloed,
isolating, 
marginalizing
disrespecting
desacralizing our evolved diversity.

Those with eyes and ears to see and hear eco-centrically,
join this Universal Credit Union.
Those who see and hear best,
most ecologically,
remain most rationally
and mindfully-conscious
and cooperative economists;
rather far afield from Dominatrix 
short-term stock holder incorporation,
incarnation,
enculturation about ownership without commitment,
passive-aggressive possession and dispossession.

I would very much like to invest in this natural resource we call time.
To invest in working with time,
is to divest of working against time.
To struggle with time together,
is to divest of struggling against time.
To invest in designing with time's natural seasons and days 
and consumer-producer balancing ways,
is to divest of designing against time's intrinsic
permacultural nature.

Our Universal Credit Union's self-optimizing ecotherapy
balances dipolar time's negative correlational view
of full Yang as overly dominating and toxic power,
and full Yin as overly chaotic, entropic disynergetic,
disunitarianism;
lack of discernible relationship, 
resonance,
resolution,
regeneration,
redemption,
lack of an on-target balance, 
wu-wei response.

Predicting cooperative economic optimization
follows permacultural design precedent,
balancing four essential natural functions,
each within its dynamic season:
Summer's full production follows new life's energetic consumption,
as winter's decompositional design analysis
follows autumn's falling regenerative seeds.
Ecojustice practice seeds naturally cooperative production 
as ecotherapeutic temporal design and intention
informs future's regeneration of living diversity,
evolution.

This permaculturing credit union actively loves win-win cooperation
with time.
Time's power is not our ultimate shared enemy.
Time reveals its nutritious and/or toxic nature
through our relationships,
our transactions,
our actions together or divisive,
through what we absorb,
consume,
and what we produce,
what we dissonantly or confluently offer
with each communication,
day,
and life.

Given your current assets,
responsibilities,
investments,
vocations,
family,
property and cooperative political and sociotherapeutic values,
and disvalues,
all your confluences and dissonances,
all your positives and negatives,
all your loves and your hates,
all your ego power and your eco-passioned mind,
your win-win gaming assumption
that we are all invested in regenerative life together,
then what do your negative dissonant competitives
teach you about future possibilities for positive confluent cooperatives?

For each human natural system,
whether we sub-optimize with ego-centric awareness,
or synergetically optimize with eco-centric consciousness,
depends on which one we feed most nutritiously.

Never give up.
Always give down stream, whenever possible.
Time's creative right-now interdependent risk,
for freedom and opportunity,
for justice with peace,
is Yang-future as Yin-past karmic eternal presence,
gifting each one forward toward downstream,
while looking out and up stream with gratitude
for all who have come through this DNA string
back to our shared RNA original point of time's awareness,
meaning,
and balancing purpose of synergetic, 
loving life.

We only give downstream, toward our future, 
what and whom we would all hope to receive from upstream's past.
We never give out to a hopeless past;
we always give in to our faithful present.
We never give back our gifts from time's past.
We always give forward 
to cooperatively invest in our shared therapeutic future.

We soar through time's economy together
when we avoid competing to individually fly up and out and apart.













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;
unconsciousness.

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:
species,
Earth-plus-atmosphere ecosystem,
nations,
cultures,
neighborhoods,
even other family members,
then we sometimes would choose words like
irrational,
rabid,
irresponsible,
lack of appropriate accountability,
lack of capacity for empathy or bonding,
lack of awareness, consciousness,
hateful,
stupid,
mental disease,
sociopathology,
ecopathology,
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,
integrally,
creatively,
honestly,
compassionately,
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,
love,
integrity of shared meaning and purpose
to the very core of our mutually messianic
mutually mentoring
co-redemptive
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,
stir
decompose
to regenerate.










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, 
designed,
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,
experiential,
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.”



Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Retire v Retread

What I have for you today is not so much about re-treading an outdated fuel-based system--
little bit like reshuffling the chairs to fix the decay 
of a segregated Country Club.

No, this is addressed to economic policy re-tirers. 
Keep the tire and the chairs, 
but let's get the tread of our personal and public economies into EcoTherapeutic shape.

Economic policy administrators are everybody, 
but some of us have more responsibility for larger populations and larger wealth deposits than oneself, 
and one's household, 
and one's own capacity to invest one's own funds 
and future. 
Based on my own miserable failure in these areas, 
my best advise for public policy administrators is to do just the opposite of what I have done.

For example, 
do not invest your capital or equity in storage silos 
where your value will not have a chance to help fertilize local development--
and it doesn't get more local than a little Family Care, 
up to the point when Family Care becomes beyond what we can all do with and for others.  
Because, for instance, that would be breaking the Golden Rule. 
"Do to others as to self" implies do not do with others--
of any species, during any time, or era, or generation--
what they have not done with you. 
And, this Golden Rule is economic gold standard. 
I am here to tell you that this (0)-Sum Cooperative Value Network is optimally balanced 
for inclusive prosperity and equity. 
Economic Zeroism derives from Buckminster Fuller's fairly famous "Trimtab Conjecture."

Fuller lived as a Unitarian--
investing 100% in more than his fair share of Universal Intelligence. 
But, he wrote like a systematic Taoist:
Trim Tab (wu wei) optimized economic flow is deeply nutritious, resonant, resilient--
and our competitive cultural  and corporate alternative is toxic backwash.

Cash on hand is a Trimtab opportunity for risk,
 for learning, 
for adventure, 
for investing in our shared Universally Intelligent Abundance. 
Investing in mindful and grateful cooperation with colleagues 
(but not authorities or "experts"--
these were blasphemy to Fuller's sense of intellectual integrity), 
people who intend a community that feels like home--
nurturing, and caring, and cooperative, 
where adults play nice, 
and all the kids are graceful--
and not so blind.

The relationship between humans and their places 
is the story line of historical-cultural development. 
This cultural teleological view of history might, post-Bucky, 
bear the label ectosymbiotic evolution, 
a "positive" evolutionary trend 
(think "Positive Psychology" and "progress"). 
Basically, regenerative theory is a torus-formative Hilbert Space, 
filled with a positive teleological conjecture about our reason for being 
as a species.

Combining Julian Jaynes' endosymbiotic evolutionary theory 
of how the bicameral LeftDominant-RightIntuitive hemispheres developed 
the capacity for self-consciousness and awareness of "not-self" as Other, 
with Fuller's binomial metric information development, 
and Gregori Perelman's (et. al.) (0)-soul Universal Group Theorem, 
I find merit in the conjecture that:

Greatest, 
most equitably and peacefully inclusive, 
reason for investing 
in the hypothesis that we are all in Earth gratefully and mindfully together, defines,refines, and minimizes 
any crusty segregating cultural remnants to the contrary.

So, look around, fellow Bridge-Builders, 
economic developers, 
philanthropists for the future of everything, 
what seems to be thriving, growing, resilient, 
here for the long-term? 
Perhaps the urgency of our Transition Generation's position becomes clear 
when we suddenly realize that human biosystems, 
as we know and love them, 
are an endangered species.

Thich Nhat Hanh says of Buddhism, 
"knowledge is regarded as an obstacle to understanding, 
like a block of ice that obstructs water from flowing.... 
water can flow, it can penetrate anything." (pp. 48-9, Being Peace, 1987). Considering the possibility that any somewhat sane and mature adult 
knows enough to perform more sustainably, 
more optimally, 
more wisely, 
as we plan our economies and investments, 
what is it that we fail to understand? 
If our economic, ecological, and social pathologies 
are a misunderstanding of information 
already profoundly and democratically accessible, 
what is at the root of our anomalous cultural consciousness?

Our internal nutrients and economies flow with richest understanding 
when this balance is achieved between left and right, 
exterior and interior, 
ecological polycultures and economic value, 
Universal Intelligence and Polanyi's Personal Knowledge, 
cooperation and active hope of contributing, 
teaching, helping, mentoring, facilitating; 
between desire and gift, 
mindfulness and gratitude, 
justice and actively nurturing peace, 
Yang and Yin.

Invest in cooperative vocations, 
residences, 
communities, 
strategies, 
research 
and learning plans. 
Avoid competitive, survival-limited teleological assumptions, 
conjectures, 
missions, 
and corporate structures. 
Create cultural and ecological and economic music 
and dancing in revolving circles with those investments; 
not marching in competitive, 
extractive, 
self-commodifying lose-lose squares.

Cultural and economic EcoTherapy derive from consciousness 
of the Laws of Thermodynamics, of course, 
but, the Prime Root Law of Thermodynamics 
is the Law of Eternal Moment Thermodynamic Balance; 
what goes out, 
must come back in, 
and out again, 
regenerating frequencies of oscillating formed information (P) 
and reverse-functional Yin (NP) exformation, 
reiteratively bowing to torus-graced "Namaste."


Long poem by T Wignesan | Details |

The Rhine Salmon Complaint Translation of Etiemble s Complainte d un saumon du Rhin by T Wignesan

The Rhine Salmon Complaint, Translation of Etiemble’s Complainte d’un salmon du Rhin

						For Yvon Belaval
(A lilting musical poem of varying line length in quatrains with a refrain and much internal
 rhyming; end-rhyme scheme: alternate rhymes in succession: abab or in aabb and abba…)

   The Salmon:

Banks of the Rhine 
Joy of my loins
Bronze-sounding roaring 
of limpid spindrift !

No, my bleaks,
I tarry not
until the feast
whence I make haste.

When the salmon of the Rhine
swims towards encountering its lovers,
for all the gold of the Rhine
no chance of its turning back.

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold 
The Salmon:

Bloated dogs stuffed with soul,
what do you want of the plains?
I’m on my way to my lady
outwitting the (sirens’) breasts.

The poisons of filthy waters
haul you towards death;
with my lustrous paddles
I’ll arrive at a better station.

Every chance there on high,
beyond the echoes of thunder,
hop! with one jolly good jump
I’d have gained the glass palace…

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold !


   The Salmon:

Fishermen, you are mistaken
Who thinks of catching me:
I’m off to meet my lover:
Discard your quenelles.

Nothing will stop me,
neither the grass
of the deep calm,
nor the beaches of the isles,

nor the darkest shingles,
over which the sun enjoys
dressing for our eyes
temporary altars of fire.

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold !

   The Salmon:

At the heart which right night
am I going to – at last – know the truth?
Exhaust my desire for him
who palpates the eggs of my spawning?

This force within me so profound
being less of a salmon, I’d be drowned,
it carries me like a wave
and crushes me like a ray.


She breaks me and makes me whole
and lets me triumph over your sexual prowess
O ! Sirens, queens so rosy.
I don a head band to take on other battles.

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold !

   The Salmon:

I have in vain a premonition of Kehl’s caresses !
The quid, one could say: furious and curious, upright
in its ink of flame and mud, ah! Which 
dam of blue flashes, the black holes…where but where

am I? Oh! Prisoner of these queues of magicians
who seduce and disembowel you during their emotional                              
                                                           bursts!
But here’s my current and death is theirs
and I go past the bridge and life I’ll have won !

Gurgling air bubbles where the quid sleeps:
I have cut your gullet which had you tied to gold,
to the mud of galleons rotting on the Rhine bed,
to gold, when it’s love that I bear in my loins !
   

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold !

   The Salmon:

Stronger than the force in me
vivacious, this failing
in me which cuts me off
from my back, would it be

cupping glasses of river lamprey ?
an eel which crushes me
in this informed gesture
while I snap up an herring ?

O fruity salmon,
O trout of blue flashes,
after this night…
tired, how I am pumped out !

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold !

   The Salmon:

And my night entangles itself in billions of gulf weed,
Thickened in black milk which hardens and brings rotten luck,
The aveniau of currents cling to my scales,
I’m carried away downstream, I weaken, I give in,

Help ! I’m drowning. Surfeit of love, of soft roe,
For this back made lean through fasting and through faith.
Everything’s heavy, everything’s pulpy, everything’s deaf; but I 
                                                        hear this time
true thunder – peace - the recompense.

Should my back break with the effort and when the hour
of truth stares me fixedly in my eyes,
leap, salmon, leap even higher ! And with little concern
but for the act of spawning, and for the best, so be it, you die !

   Lorelei:

Leap, salmon ! Leap much higher !
Leap much higher, higher than the water,
than the waters of life, than the waters of death,
than the waters of death, than the waters of gold !

When the salmon of the Rhine
swims towards encountering its lovers,
for all the gold of the Rhine
no chance of its turning back.

Banks of the Rhine,
joys of its loins,
bronze-sounding roaring
and limpid spindrift !

It doesn’t tarry
before the feast.
Gaze upon its head,
and its bones.

© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2014


















Long poem by Kim van Breda | Details |

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

OUR BABY GIRL TURNS 21

ON 1ST JULY 1990~ THE ANGELS DID SOMETHING ALMIGHTY
FROM HEAVEN THEY SENT US OUR LIFE-LONG DESIRE-A PRECIOUS DAUGHTER TO LOVE AND ADMIRE.
TRUE TO YOUR NATURE YOU ARRIVED WITHOUT FUSS OR PAIN--THE FIRST TIME OUR EYES MET WE KNEW OUR LIVES WOULD NEVER BE THE SAME

AS A BABY AND TODDLER YOU MADE US SO PROUD
YOUR VERY LONG HAIR, GREEN EYES AND SMILE-
ALL THOSE GOOD LOOKS MADE YOU STAND OUT IN A CROWD
YOU STARTED TALKING EARLY WITH MANY VOICEPRINTS 
YOUR CHARM AND GOOD LOOKS HAVE NOT STOPPED SINCE
YOU LOVED YOUR DOLLS AND PRAMS-- DREAMT OF BEING A “SINGER”
 AND VERY QUICKLY LEARNED HOW TO WRAP YOUR DAD AROUND YOUR LITTLE FINGER
YOUR BIG BROTHER DEVON--BEST FRIEND AND PROTECTER 
MOST OF THE TIME YOU GOT ON PERFECTLY TOGETHER

FROM AN EARLY AGE YOU SHOWED YOUR LOVE OF SWIMMING
AGE TWO AND A HALF YOU WERE ABLE AND WILLING
TO SWIM UNDER WATER AND DO MANY LENGTHS
THIS WAS CLEARLY ONE OF YOUR SPORTING STRENGTHS
AT AGE THREE YOU COULD BARELY WAIT TO START PLAYSCHOOL
“MISS INDEPENDENCE”, WAS YOUR GENERAL RULE
THE SLIDE AND JUNGLE GYM WERE YOUR FAVOURITE SPOTS
 AND TO OUR HORROR YOU WOULD CLIMB RIGHT TO THE TOP!
AT AROUND THIS TIME, YOUR FIRST BOYFRIEND YOU MET-
 HE LIVED NEXT DOOR, AND HIS NAME WAS BRETT

SOON IT WAS TIME FOR  PRE-SCHOOL
YOU LOVED YOUR TEACHER--YOUR NEW FRIENDS WERE COOL
‘SPRING BONNETS’ AND THE END OF YEAR SCHOOL PLAYS
THE TEDDY BEAR CLASS GAVE YOU SOME REAL SPECIAL DAYS
NEXT WAS ‘BIG SCHOOL’ AND YOUR FIRST CLASS
WE WERE SERIOUSLY ANXIOUS BUT FOR YOU JUST ANOTHER ‘MISS INDEPENDENCE’ TASK
LETTERLAND, MATHS AND LEARNING TO READ
YOU EXCELLED AT ALL THAT WITH INCREDIBLE SPEED
YOUR ACHIEVEMENTS CONTINUED THROUGH GRADES 2, 3 AND FOUR
YOUR PLACE IN THE SWIMMING TEAM HELPED YOUR SCHOOL WIN MORE

OUR MOVE TO AUSTRALIA… SAD FAREWELLS TO YOUR FRIENDS AND YOUR PETS 
BUT, GREAT EXCITEMENT YOU FELT AT ADVENTURES TO BE MET
A NEW SCHOOL--“METHODIST LADIES COLLEGE”
NEW FRIENDS--JUMPING A GRADE-- MET WITH SUCH POSITIVE COURAGE
YOU MADE US SO PROUD IN THE WAY YOU ADAPTED
MRS. WILLIAMSON SAID YOU WERE THEIR NEW CLASS ‘ASSETT’
.
THE ‘MR BEE’ SPELLING AWARD AND MANY MERITS LATER 
WE ALL GOT HOMESICK-- BUT YOUR POSITIVE NATURE DID NOT WAVER
THE DECISION WE MADE TO RETURN TO CAPE TOWN 
CAUSED YOU HEARTBROCKEN TEARS AND A PERMANENT FROWN
ONCE AGAIN A SAD FAREWELL TO YOUR NEW FOUND FRIENDS 
RETURNING TO S.A. FOR OLD ONES TO MAKE AMMENDS

IT WASN’T VERY LONG THAT YOU PICKED UP WHERE YOU LEFT OFF AT ALL
 ADDED TO YOUR TALENTS WERE NOW TEAM HOCKEY AND NETBALL

AS YOU APPROACHED THE FIRST OF YOUR TEEN YEARS
WITH YOUR LOOKS AND CHARM, INEVITABLY THE BOYFRIENDS WOULD APPEAR
SHOPPING, MOVIES AND MANY PARTY SLEEP-OVERS
CHOOSING TRUE FRIENDS AND DUMPING THE LOSERS
DANCE SHOWS AND DANCING EXAMS… YOU EXCELLED AT HIP- HOP
 FUN AND OF COURSE THE DESIRE TO SHOP

THE END OF JUNIOR SCHOOL-- THE FINAL ASSEMBLY—AWARDS
TROPHIES FOR SPORTSMANSHIP AND YOUR S.R.C. PRIZE GOT MANY APPLAUDS
SAD FEELINGS AT LEAVING YOUR OLD SCHOOL BEHIND 
EXCITEMENT AT STARTING HIGH SCHOOL WOULD SOON COME TO MIND
NO PROBLEM TO YOU, IT WAS ALL JUST A BREEZE 
AS YEAR BY YEAR YOU CONTINUED TO ACHIEVE
SWIMMING AND ‘A’ TEAM HOCKY MATCHES ON THE ASTRO TURF 
YOU EVEN STARTED TO LEARN HOW TO SURF
FRIDAY AFTERNOON CHRISTIAN MEETINGS AND EVENING CHURCH YOUTH
WE WERE SO HAPPY YOU FOUND GOD AND HIS TRUTH

THE REST OF HIGH SCHOOL PASSED IN THE BLINK OF AN EYE WHILE 
YOUR LIST OF ACHIEVEMENTS REMAINED EXCEPTIONALLY HIGH
YOUR ORGANISATIONAL SKILLS WERE ASTOUNDING
COPING WITH TOUGH SUBJECTS LIKE MATHS, SCIENCE AND ACCOUNTING
IN HOCKEY AND SWIMMING YOU MADE THE TOP TEAMS
NO SURPRISE AT ALL THAT SWIMMING COACHES MOVED IN ON THE SCENE.

THEY CULTIVATED YOUR TALENTS FROM STRENGTH TO STRENGTH
EVERY YOUR NIGHT YOUR PASSION SAW YOU DOING MANY LENGTHS
WEEKENDS OF GALA’S AND NATIONAL SWIMMING
S.A.SHORT COURSE, YOUR P.B’S, AND FAIR SHARE OF WINNING
TOGETHER WE CELEBRATED YOUR PLACE IN   W.P. SCHOOL CHAMPS THAT YEAR 
SO PROUD OF OUR BEAUTIFUL SWIMMER ALWAYS AHEAD OF HER PEERS 
.
FIRST YEAR AT UNIVERSITY YOU BECAME SO INDEPENDENT
 STARTING YOUR STUDIES AS A B.Sc. STUDENT
IT WAS ALSO THE YEAR YOU LEARNED TO DRIVE
GOT YOUR LICENSE—DAD SPOILT YOU—NEW CAR—RESPLENDENT


YOUR FAITH AND TRUST IN THE LORD STILL REMAINS FIRM
AS YOU WALK AND GROW SPIRITUALLY DAILY WITH HIM

SO MUCH HAS CHANGED, AND YET SOME THINGS REMAIN
YOU BEAUTY AND TALENTS SO EASILY MAINTAINED
YOUR  LOVE OF SWIMMING AND OUTSTANDING ACHIEVEMENTS IN WATER
YOU KNOW WE WILL ALWAYS BE YOUR NO. 1 SUPPORTERS
AND NOW YOU ARE 21, SWEETHEART 
YOUR WHOLE LIFE AHEAD OF YOU-- TODAY IS JUST THE START
IT SEEMS LIKE JUST YESTERDAY THAT YOU WERE BORN—
OUR DAUGHTER~LOVES BRIGHT SHINING LIGHT~ WE ADORE
YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL AND TALENTED IN EVERY WAY 
WISHING YOU GOD’S RICHEST BLESSINGS ON YOUR SPECIAL DAY
HAPPY 21ST BIRTHDAY TO OUR BABY GIRL

TO HAVE YOU AS A DAUGHTER HAS BEEN A REAL PLEASURE
-YOU HAVE AND ALWAYS WILL BE OUR MOST BEAUTIFUL TREASURE-

(FOOTNOTE: OUR DAUGHTER WILL BE 23 THIS YEAR, HAS COMPLETED HER BSc. AND HONOURS DEGREE’S IN PHYSIOLOGY AND GENETICS AND NOW DOING HER MASTERS DEGREE IN EXERCISE SCIENCE. SHE IS ALSO A PROFESSIONAL TRIATHLETE—DOING SWIMMING, CYCLING AND RUNNING AS ONE DISCLIPLINE)


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Hoot-Full Owls

Like the foolish owls
we made enemies with falcons,
now we are doomed forever
to live amongst the ruins.
Rumi 

Are we searching for integrity
of species and clan and race,
synergy of EarthTribe centrism
appreciating our diversity of natural resources,
depreciating our monopolistic anthro-racial-centric history
and monocultural excesses?

What to do, how to respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
within my own ego-centrism,
and within another's home,
or community,
or economy?

These questions of avoiding negative monopolizing trends
monoculturing economies,
monochromatic elitist races 
toward presumption and resumptions of mutual immunity
alienability
grow perennially in Spring's garden bed
of polycultural nutrient hopes,
intentions,
opportunities,
permacultural design,
and polycultural installation practice.

Monopolistic economic assumptions,
like monocultural ecological identity,
are more fruitfully and forcefully revolutioned
as polycultural challenges
to religion resonant balance,
reconnect harmony and peace,
where we have become,
internally and/or externally,
monochromatically lost in ghetto silos of over-specialized deductive blackness,
stagnant genetic pools blind to what remains
of deductive-inductive integrity's analogical potential.

What did I think could not be coincidental
about rhythms of revolutionary dissonance
and epicentered patterns of evolutionary confluence?

Why do I fear
self-immunizing subsistence
resisting ecocentric co-entity surrender,
loving,
minding,
tending spacetime's brilliantly synaptic burning bush?
Humane/divine natural/spiritual pilot light
unveils transmillennial regeneration
Be-Longing Redeemers' Cooperative Commune
of economic EarthCommons natural systemic values,
positive psychological ecotherapeutic practice,
humor's common-sense
of double-knotting negatives
recommunion what could not not be,
polynomially double-bound universal fractals,
trigonometrically seasoning spacetimes of logical closure,
unfolding outstretching universal breath
of time and depth,
recreation through double negation.

Have we done
and not done
somethings to tick EarthTribe off
and out?
Untimely decomposing extinction and extraction
of Earth's ulcers and ores
oils and pores
gas and boils and bores,
fissioning our fused Elders
faster than Earth's slow-revolving reintegrative systems,
EarthTribal incarnate pilgrimage
toward globally inclusive cooperation.
I would pursue empty-handed love without death or misanthropic "Other" fear,
peace filling symmetric fore-giving justice
of interdependent, timelessly coincident, responsibility,
accounting EarthTribe's collective synergetic intelligence,
regeneratively balancing wisdom
reflected in Black Pearl's Key (0)-Soul Theorem
of Positive/Negative Balancing Community Teleology.

Where lies this devilishly ambidextrous tipping point
TrimTab threshold of tyrannical discovery,
reverse functioning mayhem and decadent dissonance,
moving mercenary competition
toward cooperative mobs of mutual mercy?
Slip-sliding competitive strain and pain,
both up and down,
coincidentally back and forth
uncovers (0)-Core balance toward equanimity,
omnipotent equi-valency,
confluence and harmony resolving,
diminishing violent systemic tyranny of sound and sight,
confined by exclusive racing cultural fear,
feelings of sad and angry power and monopolistic might
masticating sadistic nightmares trembling within siloed eternal night,
Even these spread spewing meaning's past and purposed future,
meeting mutually greeting NOW.

Who is winning our global competition
for more integrity
with less supremacy
within Self and Other and Earth's ecologic relay racing relationships?
Who is losing?

How do monopolistic habits and judgments
ego-iconic norms,
egocentric, rather than compellingly cooperative eco-centric,
id-entity,
rebirth polycultural Spring thaws
of thermodynamic (0)-sum balance,
Win-Win synergetic loving strategies
and co-passioned principles of eco-normic design?

Where do monopolistic SuperEco Yang and
coincidentally polyculturing yin id-entity
dance and tip their two-step
in perfectly harmonic octaved pitch?

Might this Omega Point 
breathe in and out
Here and Now
Yang convex-eco echoing
within eternally concaving
double-binding
timelessly reverberating
yin?

Double-jointed owls,
graceful friendly challengers
fighting with falcons,
predicted to live together forever within co-passionate flight
through mutually fertile wisdom,
transcending dark's light freedom
nesting trees of regenerating life,
Beloved Regenetic Root Systems
of endosymbiotic evolutionary strings, tendrils
folding and unfolding cultural networking past and future
Here and Now
(0) Tao SuperEco Present
wise and joyful grace of Form Co-Creation.

Like the wise owls
we evolve co-challenges with falcons,
now we are regenerating forever
to fly above and through past ruin,
fly below and reverse-future's radiant rain,
square-rooted prime function
of +P spinning (-)(-) negativity,
fusing what was bi-fissioned
re-naturing global EarthTribe's breathless spirituality.


Long poem by Timothy Hicks | Details |

The Cascade Adventures - Part 1

It's been four years since I've seen so much as an insignificant mountain creek. Been overburdened with comfort, now frantic with nature withdrawals, having to settle for photos found on Google Images: emerald pine trees, blue jays on limbs, moonlight cutting through forests, lakes the color of Windex-ed glass. It's much like drinking water that's been doused with Crystal Light... you may feel yourself becoming hydrated, when it reality it's only satiating your thirst temporarily. So you can imagine my joy when my best friend called me up to break the news.

"Monica, Brandon, Joel and I are gonna go backpacking. Care to join?"

the finality
of a cell hitting the floor -
shoe tying

Like a bunch of sardines packed in a can on wheels, we headed out to beautiful Cascade: the place where the Idahoan mountains aren't just paintings from afar, but close enough to taste. We weave our way through the spider-like dirt trails, as we each take turns changing songs on Joel's iPod. It's my go and I'm searching through the John Denver list, mourning the fact that there's over a hundred songs by him, and not one of them is Colorado Rocky Mountain High (the one song I could say fit my feelings to a tee). The menagerie of everyone's taste in music made for an interesting trip no doubt - even if Jonathan picked the worst possible jams simply for annoyances sake.

My first peculiar observation:

Humans have been making calendars for thousands of years (the first being more akin to cave drawings and stone tablets than paper). But as long as all that has been going on, the mountains don't care that August is expected to be sultry as November is expected to be chilly. Cause June took her first baby steps with a stubborn December mindset - a meandering way to say it was cold enough to freeze your nads off. The mounds of five feet snow made it all the more comical the fact I was wearing plaid shorts. Mother Nature wasn't going to be kind, I could tell.

like turtles
struggling to stand -
our packs full of crockery

It was breezy at first. We would practically glide down the mountain side, using our backpacks as a counter balance. The snowy counterpart to kangaroos, we were. The glistening flakes were thick enough to snowboard down - granted I never touched a snowboard, let alone ridden one. But after seeing this it gives me ideas...

Monica smiled for the camera, as I fumbled for my iPhone, a smile that didn't even require the forcible Say Cheese! nonsense. It wasn't waiting for the camera flash, but the other way around. Now you might be calling that rather pathetic, but I brought my iPhone along simply for the function of capturing memories. Angry Birds just don't compare to the real ones, sweet with lilting songs.

My second peculiar observation:

Google Images is an absolute horrid plagiarist; some beauty just can't be encapsulated despite all our advances in high-def technology.

The downward slope finally leveled out a bit, if only for a few minutes. Truth be told the path never stopped declining - some routes were simply more apparent than others. Our group of five walked single file through the trees, all basing our faith that Joel (a person who has been to the site once when the trail WASN'T covered in snow) would lead us in the right direction. And here's another interesting fact; this was no official trail, but a hike through the purest of adventures, unpredictable and unreliable.

crushing pine needles
with un-gloved fingers -
roaring rivers beneath the snow

The first time my whole leg collapsed into the fragile surface of the snow made me realize just how far above the dirt I was walking. I'd ask Brandon for assistance with a beet red blush on my cheeks - I blamed it on my fair skin falling victim to the sunny day. From then out I tiptoed with exaggerated caution, my heavy pack helping me just as much as it was hindering me. For even a foot drop had to be taken with a grain of salt. Everyone had to adjust to the added weight (except for Monica, with her light load of a sleeping bag, nothing else). I'd very ungracefully glide through twigs and pesky low branches, oblivious of my bare legs. In all honesty the cold didn't get to me, just the scratches of neighboring trees is where my concerns lied. At anytime I could have stopped the whole gang, beaming, "Wait a spell and let me put on some pants for crying out loud". Course that never happened, my clothes were in the bottom of my pack, and I was no where near desperate enough for monkeying around with that sorry mess.

slick slates
slanting down the cliff edge -
helping hands

Joel, with his redneck stubble, beams up at me, "Every hiking trip needs a little bit of adventure, don't rush it by any means!". That's the last thing on my mind - the first is whether or not that rock I'm about to put my weight on is as stable as she looks. It's a very roundabout route, and as questionable as it is, it's safer by a long shot than the first path we took - call it a 103 degree wall.



NOTE: Still working on writing out the rest of my trip to Cascade. It was my first backpacking trip and even though we only stayed one night, the trip is full of wonderful memories.


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

My Friend the Wise Doctor

Eu-e,
Eu-e-e,
Eu-e,
Bucky Fuller Big Bang.

U-A,
U-A-G,
U-A,
Bucky Fuller Fractal.

Yang-Yin,
Yang-Yin-Yin,
Yang-Yin
Bucky Fuller Big Brain

My Friend Bucky Fuller
came down to me today.
He said,
"Lao-tse's Time
grows not-not binomial
radiates fore
and gravitates aft
Time and Space
Convex and Concave!"

My Friend Rumi Gloomy
said to me today,
"When you are perpetually yearning
and constantly searching for Spirit,
you will, in time, conquer all obstacles."

Lao-tse responded,
"When you are perpetually yearning
and contentedly searching for Nature,
you will, in time,
conquer all unnaturally dissonant
and unbalanced issues,
suffering bicameral cognitive irrationality."

My Friend Bucky Lao-tse,
enjoyed laughing to himself
about the racey quality of Time:

When the highest type of Nature hears Time,
Becoming evolves in confluence with it,
When mediocre Nature hears Time,
Being grows coincidentally aware and yet unaware of Becoming Time.
When bipolar Lose-Losers hear Time,
Decomposition breaks through double-negative ecological ambivalence--
If Time were not bi-humorously coincidental, 
it could not revolve self-inevitably
with coincidental biometric
binary Time-linear strings of Languaged Permaculture.

Therefore we re-establish logos:
"Who understands Time seems dull of comprehending
Yang OVER Yin-Yin Balance;
Who is wiser with Time will seem to slip 
while refining Tipping Point 
wu-wei discernment, and dia-metrics
and bio-metrics as geo-metric primal;
Who redeems Time seems to travel
forward and backward across bi-linear 
(0) Core Information Metric Webs 
and Reverse-Hierarchical
Trees of Life.

Superior character appears like a hollow 
Negative Yin function as
Sheer white appears bleached;
Great logic and justice appear insufficient
with (-),( );
Fractal RNA linear function appears (-),(-)
double-bound ambiguity entropic 
full-Yinned;
Pure value appears like decompositional double-Yin-Yin.
Great space has no absence of Concave Yang;
Great virtue takes long to mature;
Yang Full-Left deductive,
swinging transmillennially revolutioning
back toward future Yang/Yin L/R Bicameral
Balancing Wisdom.

Great octave harmony can be faintly heard
when subtly, implicately played Win-Win ecologically;
Self-Optimizing and Sustaining Form has no contour;
because optimized  diametric function
emerges fully contoured fractal
and dimensional as 4-Prime Linear;
And Time hides within a +Polynomial
dimensional name.
It is this Time that is adept at lending
both midway power and economic value
toward becoming primal fulfillment.

New elliptical rings of energy
evolve from inside out,
so inside fractal Bosonic ring of time
emerges square root fractally,
Zero-Core Strictured
staged
unfolding
revolving.
Time can only push out concave,
4-dimensionally and seasonally smooth-structured,
coincident past with future rings of octave function.
Each prime ringing Eulerian function,
predicts and predicates,
enthymematically implicates
a dia-cycle earlier,
whether that be a moment
or a year,
or a day,
or some transactional prime relationship 
objectively and naturally economized 
in between;
Time's prior seasonal "moment"
of bio-metrically calculable DNA-encoded time.

My friend the Wise Doctor
told me what to say,
Bucky said,
Time's dimension emerges coincidentally,
both subjectively shy of consciousness
as virginal fertility,
objectively ecological potential information,
rationally and primally bilinear,
with (+) radiating
in forward-Yang  perspective,
while (-),(-) bi-linearly mutually decomposes,
Bohm's implicating reverse-temporal order,
and recomposes within each moment of spacetime,
as +/(-)0 = c-squared = Eulerian prime function
= Positive Polynomial binary information
= (-),(-)Polynomial bio-normic regenerative 
double-elliptical smooth-structured
PositiveVector-Yang OVER NegativeVortex-Yin-Yin,
Constant Temporal Tao Twoness,
with square root of +/(-) Prime Fractal.

Please confirm this hypothetical as True,
that Hydrogen's "1"
is also a fractally balanced
4-dimensional torus-shaping
dynamic of temporal self-perpetuating
Bosonic composite of Elements
117+118+119+120,
just as RNA is composed
Midway balancing U+C+A+G.

In this way,
perhaps,
we might bring our Universal Atomic-ionic
and Thermodynamic-ergodic theories
of bi-linear Time with 3-dimensional Space
into a 
c-squared + c-squared + c-squared
trinitarian synergy of equivalence to
Mass-cubed,
and P = NP as +1/(-),(-)0binary Tao
Balancing this Tree of Life's Uniting Wisdom Time.

Ecological Language strings our Win-Win Gaming 
teleological strategy and song,
logistics,
economics,
and Zero-Soul bicameral Theorem
using bio-metric DNA double-smooth structured 
elliptical prime structure,
with Permaculture Design's RNA-rooted
Climax Community.
All this, running on
to tell our Great Transitional Understory
of Religion and Natural Reason's Beloved
Wise-Discernment Community.

Yin-Yang
wu-wei Big Bang...


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