Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
There is nothing weaker than water
But none is superior to it in overcoming the hard,
For which there is no substitute.
(Laotse, "Nothing Weaker Than Water", Lin Yutang, trans.)
That weakness of mind and body overcomes strength
And unitarian co-gentleness overcomes universalist rigidity,
No Yang does not know;
No yin can put into practice.
Therefore the Sage Says:
"Who receives unto self the MLK calumny of the world
Is the preserver of an equilibrious state.
Who bears the dissonant sins of the world's living systems
Is the resonantly full-conscious mentor within this NOW world moment."
Straight words seem crookedly dissonant, distorted, unparadigmed.
Evolution's Time seems revolutionary.
(Adapted from "Nothing Weaker Than Water")
Prophecy's weakness is lack of redemptive empowerment.
The strength of prophecy
for redemptive effectiveness
is its weakness
as culturally dissonant.
Too much dissonance is dismissed as insanity
Too little dissonance is not co-prophetic
and therefore not redemptive.
This cutting edge
tipping wu-wei point of rationality
is the weakness of optimally ebbing and flowing water
as ecological synergy
as Positive Yang balancing Negentropic Yin-Yin
Double SpaceTime Binding Teleology.
When Yin-Water absorbs Earth,
then She becomes stagnant entropy,
unable to continue flowing,
A Universalist Yin EcoCenter
evolves as stagnant pond
what were dynamic rivers,
seasonally surfing oceans--
a Holding Space wherein Time stands relativistically
like a vacuum of interior landscaped atmosphere;
more likely to produce a horrific monoculture
of mold and mosquitoes
and revolutionary change.
For this we want Time's river function,
swelling springs of Transmillennial comprehensive consciousness.
Western Business-As-Usual culture
understands love as "kindness."
Eastern permacultural comprehensive consciousness of Time
as panentheistic and teleological "love"
evokes mutual, co-redemptive, namaste--
A Buberian mutually mentored I-Thou bow.
mutual gratitude of synergetic energy,
requires a Bucky Fuller dynamic balance
between freedom to comprehend and embrace
our eco-center in each eternal moment,
as subconscious freedom from awareness of only Ego,
our more limited Left-brain's "small-self" center.
Kindness, and unkindness,
are gratefully, and rudely,
extended, not extended,
to ourselves as empathized "Other."
These are ego-ionic actions
to teach us how to be more mutually generous
in each of our primal relationships
with Love's ecological comprehension
of Time's Yangish and Yinnish rebalancing ways.
What is fair,
within contentious issues,
is found where our mutually held eco-center points,
always wu-wei midway between
the most Yang-power value extreme
and the most Yin laissez-faire "both-and" inclusively unitarian absorbancy.
Nature abhores a perfect vacuum of either Yang or Yin,
Left with Right languaged intelligence.
When we identify with a "downstream" yin position,
our underdog empathy extends to include
reaching toward increasingly marginalized and irrational
"Other" position of empathic identity.
Our eco-centric Right-brain starts from this position,
as a holonic reiteration of "Self's" encultured history,
then flows economic and ecological "generosity"
of loving values
"upstream" toward our mutually mentored,
planted and rooted and trimmed and pulled, and encoded lexicon,
decomposed and empathized,
intuited Yang position,
looking for that tipping point boundary of the unconscious
that is wide enough to capture all synergetically oriented practitioners
racing issues through our surfing moments and lives.
Justice trickles up and out,
as well as down and in,
washing back and forth through fields of unconscious cognitive dissonance,
to emerge toward a consensus of collectively generous,
but not overly generous,
inclusive coredeemer ecojustice.
An enculturation laundry,
but go easy on the yin-bleach.
If I lacked something of the "underdog,"
the "criminal" and "crazy"
within my holonic human nature,
then my nature would be neither holonic nor human.
Yang's "bad boy" universalist megalomania
and sociopathological ego-power
is a challenging competitive dimension
within our ego-centric,
of evolution's meaning;
while Yin's ubiquitous "Other"-love as "Self,"
generosity to the extreme of unitarian self-exiting wishfulness,
is our more primal RNA holonic-cellular intelligence
of generosity's ecological win-win scenario,
devoid of ego's self-distinguishing,
and often dissonant,
and too loud,
and Left-brain dominant,
voice and language.
Kindness and unkindness are transactions between unequals.
Generosity and stinginess of empathy,
and what eco-consciousness invites
as appropriately proportional response,
are transactions between mutual mentors
of gratitude, and lack thereof.
Differences between ego's intended kineness
and eco's well-practiced generosity
include a Taoist position that kindness and unkindness
are not found in nature,
as synergetic mutual gravity,
is the source of natural systems,
of bilateral life and time,
as opposed to the existence of...
nothing; entropic unconsciousness.
Kindness suggests I am extending something to another
that this person has not earned,
does not rightfully and justly deserve
within the normal flow of time's river.
Generosity is a mutually intended practice
of radical equinimity and empathy,
a grateful acceptance of our profound interdependence
of cause and effect,
stimulus and response.
Generosity is about absorbin and hopefully co-redeeming
our mutual assets and liabilities
to resolve an issue
whose outcome can be a mutual win
from a position of profoundly radical
mutual mentorship co-identity.
I show you mine
if you truly swim with me.
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details |
Upon this date he spoke no more of the preceding moments,
Tearing and hurling insult upon insult
In several directions, his tongue whipped and scorched me,
And he waited relentlessly to see the spark in my eyes fade…..
He was so livid by my silence, he began thrashing around the walls,
Grabbing a wayside demon and crushing him into the ground…
He destroyed Death’s bass, pulling off each string in monotone menace
Glaring at me, as he yanked each off,
The whine of its timbre flooding the eerie, murky pit……
“Nothing else, but you and I,
No more music, no more beat…
Your heart alone is enough to drive me mad…”
He spat into the crushed instrument,
And Death cowered, scampering away like a wounded rat
Picking up the pieces as he disappeared into the soot
“Just you and I,
I will not hear another cry except from your lips…
No cheer, except from your voice,
No fear, except from your soul…
No support from above….no love to bring us light…”
I circled him my tears glistening,
The light burning him, as he laughed bitterly
And I sang…
“Your attacks drill against your friends,
Your darkness sifts, in pending motion,
You can crush the pulse that you began,
Though you cannot end my faith and devotion.”
He stared, his nostrils flaring,
His claws protruding in and out
Suddenly he smiled, and he was calm again
The wailing of a freshly injured demon faintly sounding…
“Tell me Loving Lady,
Of what you recall of mortality…
What do you miss the most?
The rush of Death’s call,
The touch of slowly falling?
The thrill of free-will…kissing the darts…
The crushing of sadness in your feeble heart…
You have missed mortality I am sure,
You have missed the spirit of mutiny,
The infernal blaze of my brilliant core…
We need not but our voices to replay such times,
I remember your days as much as I do mine…
Remember you used to lust and lie?
Remember when you were afraid to die?
Those darkest nights, remember me grinning?
Remember the infatuation of sinning?
No, it was your art, and you left a trail,
So He might follow close behind might you fail…
He allowed you to suffer, to ache…to retch
You forgot Him, and embraced my ways…
Do you ever miss those wondrous days…
Surely, surely you must appraise…”
I picked up a lone string of Death’s mighty bass,
Feeling the metallic twine cool in my hand
The crushed demon moaned in agony beside me…
“Mortality was a rustic feat into the fray,
Many times blinded in the dark, to emerge into the day
I miss the way danger led to discovery,
In suffering greatly, I miss the relief of recovery
I miss the way it was so bittersweet,
When the wrinkles began to appear…
I miss the sound of that single drop of rain…
Falling into the rest, never missed, always blessed…
Recalling the times I have stumbled,
I miss what now I clearly see…
I recollect darker emotions and I miss how they built me,
How they led me to the ones that guarded me to the end
So I might live in a better place where pardon became my friend…
Death’s voice intrigued me, frightened me, redeemed me,
The falling of those around me led me to my calling,
And swiftly, failing became a past that set me free…
The test of free-will became a weight upon my shoulder,
The challenge became what shaped me as I grew older…
Sadness became easier, and less enjoyable,
When I focused my life to the skies and into open eyes
I remember the lusts, the lies, the sins—they never belonged to me
At the time, I didn’t see this—they were all I wanted to be….
I hunted to wallow in the madness and sadness of darkness…
I believed I did not deserve the wisdom of righteousness
In my mortal skin, I learned to look deep within…
And fight off the urges…the lusts….the timey wages of sin
It became my duty to no longer allow you in…
Though my love for your redemption grew brighter within…”
The Devil clawed the bass string in my hand
And it strung an empty sound that echoed dryly all around…
“Immortality has its torments too…
See how gently I return to you…”
He never could destroy the beat thumping from my chest…
He merely hummed along with it in begrudging dedication
Stubbornly, he sought for my pain
But the hurt had been released far above, where still he dared not look…
I lifted up a crippled demon and kissed his forehead
“I love you as well, demon, do not be afraid…”
The weary eyes stared into my own, than quickly glanced in fear toward our fuming Prince…
“You understand pain, fear, and torment more than any, I am sure
Would you like to sing too?”
The Devil in rage grabbed the demon by the throat before he could answer
“You foolish woman… he is MY pet…
Nothing else, but you and I…
He has no voice, no heart…no mind…
I give him no permission to,
And he accepts his place…
Unlike I …unlike you…”
I touched his clenched hand, and his grip loosened upon the demon
“All voices deserve to be heard,
Through compassion, let his existence ring…”
The Devil scoffed and threw him down with much force, perturbed
The demon dared not move
“WHY HAVE YOU COME HERE TO US…. To mock me…to turn them against me…?”
The hush of his question held more intensity than his shouting
He belongs in the dust,
At my command… he can never be like us…
You love him as much as pity will allow…
We are special, Silly Being, and his fleck of existence is but a toke
To gamble with for my amusement, nothing more…nothing more….
Stop this attempt to become the idol of the underdog
Don’t be such a predictable bore…”
The demon shriveled, but remained…
Like mortality’s fate, his body did shrink and fade…
But I heard his somnolent thoughts….
…I am but the refrain…
Immortality….. has….. its torments….. too…
Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
O P S
R - M A D - N
from its fetters
no power without the people
does power arise from any other source
than through the intent to control confine confiscate con conk conjure
computerize contort compel complicate concoct compress concuss conflict
confute condemn corrupt collar convict collectivize confound
concenter communalize collogue collude collonize commandeer
compartmentalize castrate calumniate crucify combinate cutdown curtail
curryfavour curb cully cuff cuckold crush crunch cross-question curveball
conform confuse criticize croak criminate crash cramp cram crackdown
countermine counterfeit counterattack corrode convert contrive
contaminate constrain consecrate
power is a venomous snake
that sheds its skin
but not its venom
free power from its sting
free power from belief
from don’t-not-look-at-me aloofness
from megalomanic mindlessness
from i’m-right-Jack exclusiveness
from self-opining holiness
from airy-fairy grandiloquence
from haughty vengefulness
from scary authoritarianism
from the love of command
from sexually dominating abusiveness
from un-empathic tightfistedness
from back-scratching dastardliness
from building castles in the air-ness
from masonic clubbiness
from musty brotherhood-ness
from stealing and selling-ness
from never-enough greediness
from carion-loving usury
from thoughtless puttingdown-ness
from self-aggrandizing acquisitiveness
from the love of pomposity
from the seclusive-ness of honours
from fawning and flattery
from foggy non-visibility
from armoured parades
© T. Wignesan, Fresnes-Paris, May 14-17, 1997. From the collection : « Poems Omega Plus : a less than obvious sequence », Paris, 2005.
Long poem by
Laura Breidenthal | Details |
When I woke the next day,
He was lying beside me, breathing steadily
I was no longer on the hard, monstrous back of the leviathan
My hands were burned from its horns,
I was laid upon his wings,
Burdened by taunting dreams
“Today, I shall answer your questions,”
Softly, I arose, confused.
“Long ago you spoke to me,
A letter written by your youthful fingers
You addressed me so respectfully,
Worrying most who beheld such a dedication.”
I remembered the words,
Closing my eyes, turning beside the Prince
“You need not answer now…
The Lord will show Me,
Has shown me, where your mind lies,
How vain it is to find a softness to your heart
How stark your future reflects upon your sickened mind
I don’t need to know how little I was,
How strong I have become
How weak you make me feel.
All I need to know now is why.”
He hushed me, staring into my eyes.
“Let me answer you, oh sweet, sweet soul…
Long ago, your hesitance to come before me,
Was a burden upon my thumping breast,
Was a heartache for your heated desire
You were but insignificant to me
Whilst I, immersed in abolishing,
Plotted against your brothers and sisters,
And the angels, and God Himself
In your meekness, you lied,
For you have always been in the game
You contended with me every single day you drew breath!
You considered me jealous of your place,
Of the human, higher than the angels,
Blessed from the start of creation
You declared me passionate for your touch,
In which was not a lie;
From your cries, I soon longed for your impotence
Begged for your secret, sacred belligerence
You claimed yourself humble, innocent
Not worthy of your place your God had granted you
You spoke to me as a gentle mother, cooing her child,
But I was not the child that day as you were
Tears falling from your widened eyes,
Stunned by my power over the earth,
Crushed by my recalcitrant spirit
You said you were poisoned with the truth,
That you could not if you wanted, stand with me
Yet here you are, breathing with me, creating with me,
Seeing my way
The very truth that makes you up so led your heart here
In this birthing age…
Your soul glowing in my abode
My dear, beautiful woman,
You rejected the fate of the ordinary
For you understood my beauty more than any other
You held me up on weak arms,
Shaky, fragile arms,
And my currents strengthened your hold
You never fell that day upon the soil,
Emptied, saddened by the death of your love
You never fell that day, but rose to your new fate
Trusting that I had qualities you have forever wished to gain
You became free from Him,
Only just for a little while
You must allow yourself, slave of truth, oh heart so near,
To accept what is rightfully yours
You have me, the Now
In return, I want you forever…”
Was there sadness in his eyes,
Or was he plotting, his lying tongue waiting
Crouching to pounce upon my life?
Was there sorrow in his posture?
His wings lowered,
His shoulders drooped,
Muscles tense, fighting what I deem tears,
Or was he joyous in these threatening moments?
“Remember when our lips touched?
How good we felt, the breeze between..
We were stronger then…
Yet realizing the place He set you in,
Shackles growing in your veins,
Emotions left you, slave,
Righteousness bound you
And you turned me away…”
Rising higher over me, he set his great hand upon my shoulder
“Yet, as I knew,
As I have anticipated,
You would again return to me
You have chosen to be with me
Even only just for a little while…
See, a little while, is all I need
A little while is all you need
For you to be with me, free.”
He kissed my forehead, slowly,
Immersed in that undying moment
As I stood there rigid and speechless
“Now you have opened my eyes,
You have freed such a flower in me
To realize, that the child you were is gone
You no longer need my answers,
You need my love,
You need my hand
You have become part of my plan
Assuredly, I swear,
Just as you have done before,
You will thank me
And we will share in the indulgent fruits of our labor,
Blooming, always blooming”
Note: You don't know how excited I am to post new sections every week. (Yes, this is happening every week now, till I get to day 20, then I am taking a wee break) And I am so grateful for the encouraging comments. I love you guys so much, and thank you for believing in me! Without you, I don't think I would have ever gotten this far really.... For a long, long time, this idea of a series between the Devil and a chosen one of God has been plaguing my mind. The inspiration started blooming after writing “Dear Lucifer” written and posted July 2013. This section (Day 15) is the Devil’s consideration in response to this letter.
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Relationships are like farming,
if you don't plant the seed,
you'll have no crop to harvest.
Rumi (M. Mafi, trans.)
Gambling is like farming,
if you don't play the game,
you'll have no winnings.
Economics is like farming,
if you don't play this organic co-operative game,
you'll have no competitive winnings.
Ecologic is like farming,
if we don't play this polycultural community-building game,
we'll have no long-term sustainable,
much less optimized systemic,
Stay aware and purposeful in your search,
for happiness is truly in the searching.
Stay awake and purposeful in our co-operative research,
eco-logical economies remain synergetic
within our ecotherapeutic searching.
Stay awake and mindful of polypathic meaning
in your Regenerative Permacultural Research Life,
for happiness, confluence, equity, beauty, grace, karma's
Prime Relationship Balanced Teleology
are truly within multisystemic universal eco-searching.
How do we sleep while part of us feels gone?
Frogs and night birds,
bats and insects cry out for company
filling raucous warm luscious breeze
carrying chicken soup songs of love
not yet won,
love wanted and needed with primal longing
to belong back together
for our first really great time.
How do we sleep
while part of us longs gone?
Night flight resolves revolving chatter,
fractal spinning spiral-echoes
haunting iconic timeless teachings
from potential future Right-brain memory
predicative facts of fantasy,
confluent, confident islands of prophetic sanity
boundary inspiring polycultures,
of self-optimizing intertribal communication.
How do we sleep
in this racket of absent SuperEgo
missing reverse-evil hope of flight tonight?
God as the Doomed and Dooming Ground of All Being,
under Whom we hide from shamed non-redeeming character,
We thought we were economically neutral
on this moving Goddess Train of Earth,
oblivious to Her climatic millennial warnings
to ease up on the fire power,
take a break,
let's cool down,
enjoy some slower peace and more mindfully inclusive justice.
Remaining neutral in our farming cooperative relationships,
admittedly a slower moving race,
and yet it helps to confluently comprehend our spin
with Common balancing thermodynamic balance,
and how fast is too fast, too Yangish,
and how slow is too slow, too Yinnish,
and when we might slow down to rebalance Yang with Yin,
and how much we might slow down
emerges permaculturally predicated
as [+Yang = (-)(-)Yin]
= Universal-Optimal Natural Systemic Revolution
= space/time binary Closed MetaSystem reverse-hierarchical balance,
to sustain our permacultured rich teleological neutrality
on Gaia's Zero-sum regenerative train.
How do we wake
when part of Us is out of whack?
How do we awaken
our search for polycultural economic justice standards
for researching well-being sustenance,
self-optimizing regeneration with Eco Mindfulness Intent?
Planting regenerative seeds,
to grow co-redemptive pay-it-forward gift economies,
winnowing metasystemic research
to optimize repurposing meaningful purpose,
EarthTribe's eco-logical self-redemption future day
covering love, peace, happiness, contentment, justice, information confluence roots
with threats, opportunities, strengths, weaknesses systemically balancing compost,
learning faith and hope through suffering dissonance and dismay
as redemption's comprehensive consciousness,
Permaculturalist Economic Tao:
sleep and wake and absorb others, as you would have them be you NOW
to re-emerge our EcoTribe's informating therapeutic,
Natural systems are to spiritual systemic comprehension,
as Physical is to Metaphysical Universe (B. Fuller's definition),
as Yang is to Yin,
as Polynomial Information is to Double-Bound Negative Polynomial Information Balancing Trends.
Polypathic and multisystemic relationships are like therapeutic organic farming,
if you don't plant diverse fractal-holonic DNA/RNA-encrypted seeds,
you'll not have an Optimized PolyCultural crop to harvest.
Ain't nobody here 'ceptin us Chickens
and somehow we all land in this soupy mess together.
Let's keep on lickin' each other's wounds.
Try a little less hen-peckin'.
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
is primordial and eco-centric gratitude for being,
as compared to human nature's language of meaning,
becoming some intent we are not yet.
The evolution of our human natural culture
our cooperative vocational
from this exegetical core of consciousness
we each are free to discover
those meaningful outcomes
most likely to enrich our ego/eco balancing identity
as a binomially implied SELF+OTHER=WE vocation.
asks how my environmental risks and opportunities
intersect with my internally responsive opportunities
and dissonant risks
to arrive within this karmic here/now moment?
Ionic balancing = bionic fractal co-arising
polynomial prime relational metaphysical
eco-consciousness that positively radiates convex
fractal-ergodic universal balance
timelessly transparently bilaterally incarnating
inhaling and exhaling,
bionic unitarian inclusive-octave harmonics.
I'm still not feeling the love and passion
within this hard-shelled scientific Taoist metaphysical egg.
Fertility, rather than sterility,
rather than merely consuming life's essential nutrients,
these are timing,
familial regenerative 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
for economic cooperative networks
neighborhood eco-justice intent
as politically eco-nomic permacultural steering practice.
Polycultural Climax of Beloved Community
is our RNA-rooted vocation objective,
our full-yolked ecological purpose,
theological sacred eco-normic vocation,
while Permacultural Design and Development
is our transparently shared ego-logical web
holding deductive/inductive Left-Right brain co-dominantly
the opposite of cognitive and affective dissonance,
which is more like scrambling eggs.
Which brings us back to breakfast?
We need to be vigilant
to neither over-incubate our yolks
nor under-cultivate our transparent white yins.
Freedom from half-baked inwardness
evolves freedom for just-right
twice-fried out organic hypotheses.
We regenerate our full-yolked ego-life cake
by consuming 100% eco-polycultural
full multi-systemic therapeutic
comprehensively informational conscience of
reverse-hierarchical Common solidarity-governance,
0-Prime-Soul temporal-spatial eco-identity.
To incarnate our full eco-fueled potential:
Reduce deductive-only knowledge-power to 50% of consciousness value,
To free up the additional 100% of "sub"consciousness=Eco-Consciousness
intellectual memory and tipping-point power.
Reduce "human nature" = "ego-nature" by 50%
and all Earth Tribe will reconnect their love of inclusive ecotherapy.
Reduce ego's cunning, calculating, commodification,
value for immediate power outcome efficiency over long-term effectiveness,
confusing values for inhaling life and exhaling death
with Left-brain dominant language of "good" and "evil,"
so all Earth Tribe comprehends we already are who and what
we can eternally depend upon:
Reveal eco-self as double-yin function Right,
optimally embrace HomoSap(o)yinned eco-revolution,
Reduce ego-centeredness by half,
to add Earth's intuited ecotherapeutic exegetical wisdom,
Deduct 50% of ego-desire
to discern EcoSelf's tipping point
desire for full rich love of each composting moment.
Which brings me back to breakfast choices.
Try walking meditation with ginger-root tea.
I knew this would turn vegan on me.
Root systems tend to nourish information trends
with contented environ-mental gratitude.
Root systems tend
to nourish in
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
The dregs and tumors of decay
predict the medicine and balance of life.
Those who stand on tiptoe do not stand firm;
Those who stand with equal weight,
bipedal-planted, do stand firm.
Those who strain their stride do not walk well;
Those who stride well-timed,
grasping out only when and where environment reaches back,
walk optimally endowed for matching power with positive co-passion.
Those who reveal themselves are not luminous
because those who reveal us to ourselves are too bright.
Those who justify themselves are not far-famed
because those who justify us to ourselves mentor just rightness
with integrity of present truth with future promise.
Those who boast of themselves are not given credit
because those who boast of us within all Earth's Tribes are mutually credited,
by all natural systems.
Those who pride themselves are not chief among human nature
because those who pride us within all nature are "spiritual leaders".
These, in the eyes of Time's transparent matter balancing energy,
Are called "the dregs and tumors of decay,"
things of disgust, disvalue;
AND are called "the therapy and harmony of fully integrated life,"
optimizing relationships of economic and ecological value.
Therefore those of Time's natural transparency of space,
absorb eco-balance of Yang/Matter deducing-inducing
Yin-Yin Iconically Gravitational Balance.
One Yin without Her energetic Second,
Ego-death inviting faith in
TransParency of Eco matter/energy;
transparent Time, 0 soul of ecologic,
0 sum total of economic transactional values,
universally quintessential PlaceHolder,
both Yang with Yin,
"dark" matter rhyming hydrogenic form,
"dark" energy timing helionic understory
of Earth's ancestral permacultured
Ergodic Fractal Tree.
Ego death is both a silo isolation risk
of 0-static flatline,
and yin with yin,
coincidental co-relational opportunity,
opening a return to dominance of eco-Self's primal identity
"whole system universal body-mind" levels
consciousness of memory as in-telligent in-coming in-form-ation.
Life evolves rooted within cellular systems of id-RNA-entity,
eternal holonic binomial
transparenting matterYang with integrative energy, Yin-Yin.
Natural systemic wisdom is exegetically shared
through Commons of RNA/DNA roots,
while eisegetically shared through sacred synergetic ecologic,
positively co-operating eco-normic heuristics,
multisystemically liturgical language
with Earth-warmed rhythms and patterns,
sounds with sights,
smells with tastes,
feelings of mutual gravity toward our shared medicinal
avoiding toxic intent and praxis
of negative-live dissonance
monoculture of unconscious entropic chaos,
"Death" equals isolation,
a silo sential silent "0" PlaceHolder,
faith in absolute isolation of ego-Self-identity
and "whole system embodied mind"
as tri-systemic levels
of conscientious mutually-transparent,
subsidiary yet co-incident,
TransParenting FormYang with FunctionYin/Yin
Open Bionic System.
To co-prehend this ecologically economic conclusion of "Death",
is to comprehend cooperative optimization,
Earth Tribe's Polyculturing Life.
To comprehend bicameral information processing
is to re-cognize AnthroLanguage as our Ego/Eco-ionic Teacher,
square rooted within Time's folding/unfolding,
RNA/DNA (0)-soul syntax
of inherited collective memory,
breathing confluence in with dissonance out.
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Father solar systemic Time
and Mother Earth's Space
regenerated RNA fractal spacetime,
echoing through our dipolar DNA fueled
Right hemispheric memory
of Information's Harmonic String Theory.
Equitable peace within radically inclusive consciousness,
Earth love with Solar System synergy,
compassion mating right-hemispheric mindfulness,
transpecies and transmillennially expressing
what Grandfather Fuller regeneratively implied.
Transcendent consciousness and communication networks
crowdsourcing ecological values
dreamed with optimal longing tears
by pre-millennial grandelders.
Each bi-generation reincarnating nature's root bicameral system
of positive teleological hope for this taproot
now emerging into bicultural East-West consciousness,
a preconscious QBit trend,
promising polynomial branches
with cooperative productive leaves balancing consuming string-stems,
and richly pollinated organic flowers
of glorious gratefully incarnated diversity,
our Tree of Life in Fuller bloom,
now comprehensively conscious,
self-aware of our EarthTime progenitors,
grateful for history's herstoric nutritional roots,
paradise shared with birds and worms,
sun and water and air,
breathing and beating
our flowing steady stream of dreamy swimming "Yes!"
At last, at last,
we share our Beloved Community InformNational Dream,
full moon beams rapturing Gaia's radiant dark camouflaging skin,
political economic ecological natural philosophical religion
credentialed with Taoist Permacultural Systemic Consciousness.
Predative production winner function
struggling against victimized consumer prey-loser dissonance,
remerge with Win-Win interdependent cooperative relationship,
as cooperatively predative preying parasites'
thrival of the polycultural fittest.
Fully diastatic consciousness loves a closed 8-frequency prime octave
to emerge one Positive/Negative thermodynamic
and mutually gravitational bilateral
binomial fractal form,
of inside is to outside
as what goes up
come down as coincidental double-bound spacetime,
where any +polynomial binary information
must also be not-not binomially
and Left-Right hemispheric
dipolar balanced octave harmonics
of Closed Set Universal Information String Theory.
Each bilateral conscious moment within Earth's natural space
is equivalently birthed by EcoFather's Prime Unitarian
seasons of analogical function:
Tao = Time
as +Yang = (-,-)Yin
as Polynomial QBit Information = Not-Not Polynomial Functional Consciousness,
as +1 = (+/-)0 digital binary negative dipolar correlation,
open universally systemic zero-sum cooperatively Win-Win balancing.
This emerges from camouflaged intuitive consciousness
of wu-wei as TrimTab tipping,
toward 4-dimensional spacetime harmonic octaves,
Zero Vertexial Yang OVER Zero Vortexial Yin-Yin's
bilaterally emergent alpha and omega of present full consciousness.
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Obamystic Preludes: Things we wish tomorrow for today
Insufficient knowledge for fully comprehensive consciousness
is also more than sufficient ignorance
to cause comprehensive disease.
Knowledge is not optimally resolved
in deductive-only information,
rational knowledge is optimally measured with health-trend outcomes.
If competing for attention is too tiring,
wilting you outside and in,
try cooperating for retention of solidarity
through mutually subsidiary engagement,
attendance to co-emergent healthy outcomes.
If we want soldiers of and for good,
then they need mentors
with cooperative gaming strategies
to achieve and sustain
globally self-optimizing healthy wealth.
If we want to avoid nightmares
then we end each day embracing our daytime health/wealth stallion stories,
counting our best cooperative assets
for sustaining life through another night, and generation.
If we want to optimize our wealth of mental health
then we decompose "nondual co-arising confluent memory,"
both binomial-analogical and binary-digital,
toward regenerative multisystemic comprehension.
Too much hated war and violence,
then what do all sides do to sustain their anger?
Too much anger,
disproportionate to resources required to sustain?
Then inclusively discern what we collectively fear about death
as lack of fully comprehensive eternal life
for our polyculture-trending future generations,
here and now.
Too much disabling and unhealthy paranoia,
depression and suppression,
repression and ignorant impressions
substituting Win-Lose hope of wealth
for Win-Win health
as our shared value for diastatic life?
opportunities for cooperating active love
co-arising from the opposite side of the fear/anger spectrum,
refusing to feed your nightmares
by relentlessly watering our interdependently co-arising health.
Transitioning from competitive Win-Lose
global and domestic policies
toward cooperative Win-Win logistics:
1. Begin with anticipated military defense expenses, after checking cash on hand for next year.
2. Add all competitive BusinessAsUsual industry subsidies,
tax credits and deferments,
3. Divide the total within-budget competitive-aggressive Win-Lose military-industrial expenses
(1) and (2) above.
4. Invest 50% in a new Peace Corp
with Permaculture EcoTherapeutic Win-Win Design and Development
with requisite alternative-technology tools and resources.
5. Invest the other 50% in a new Americorp/VISTA
with the same multisystemic cooperative networking
a most cooperative polyculture!
placing interns to co-organize local cooperatives,
health/wealth optimization guilds
composting ecological abundance economies.
Insufficient comprehension for fully co-emergent consciousness
is also more than sufficient decay
to cause cosmo-dislogical disease.
Long poem by
Raymond Ngomane | Details |
Once upon a struggle
Songs used to express and define a feeling before reactions struggled to impress a rumbling stomach
Songs used to harmonize our black lips giving away the strength of empty tummies
Lips were diguised in masks of zam-buk aiders
I live next to embarrasment built in power craving bricks
A house that give birth to Load shedded leaders
I choose chocolate skins dressing smart reactions
Choking on words drafted on school chalkboards like Mbeki's state of mind resurection speech
Every second in my creation,
a hand pulls a trigger to rob souls whats ment for dinner
Get it or dont get me just look at the corner of my thoughts
This is poetry
This is my written confidence conducting a choir of confessions
My mouth craves to shoot military opinions
I choke words to impress my existance attached to all conscious writings
In the midst of wrong times at the expense of our leader's useless time celebrating ignorance
The state of Julius Caesar seized at a nation's heated selfmade selfish awards
Our votes planted rain and forgot muds and mop sticks
Buttocks play suprise jaw gestures as extras with less umbrellas
The Architects of futureless champion times in the back seat of our helpless knowledge
Fear less of your fears
Its poetry in Politics
Poetry pollute ignorance and rejects any dictatorship shipping from goverment pimps
Toilet queues are too strict to jump conclusions
and waisted opinions
I am pressed and oppressed
I graduated in depression carrying a school bag of my reasons
My black skin will bury my thoughts at your own funerals
I am a walking poem
My education speaks against your numeral straggles
My political virgin actions exercise mini immortal respect
My mind state is highly pressed
Lets 6-9 on our parliament doors in atittude
Poetry screams the need for them state of minds
The hunters of truth in rhymes
Verbal exchange battles to change opinions at the expense of my people's change
Verbal violance changed the meaning of an educated homeless stomach
You spoke and littered gallons of spoken words
Tladi, Kgafela, Lesego re feng masego
The pain of giving birth to poverty was never painful for these learders
Leaders Who lead to feed us handwork leaders
Handshaking the success of a visible thief
Bleeders change your scissors
Your poetic blades cannot play polygamy in parliament
These Perpetrators penetrate our hearts from a distance measurement
Adament to show off easyness of playing a nation as a primary school assembly
Bulls determent to press elevations of oppression to the last floor
The evolution of my opinions is high in poetry
The revolution will never be compromised
Please restore faith in my written oppressions with no humor
The state of my opinion circles around Jakobo's puma
We need Kwame Nkruma
6-9 = Street slang meaning Urinating
Tladi, Kgafela, Lesego re feng masego = A plea for help from Poets Lefifi Tladi, Kgafela oa Magogodi and Lesego Rampolokeng
Vuma = Agree?
(c) Raymond Ngomane