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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Superior Courts of Ecological Justice

What evidence do we have that businesses receive financial as well as other nutritionally healthy benefits, 
by co-investing cooperatively within health-developing community cultures?

What are financially healthy benefits for cultural communities 
both internal to corporate identity, 
and environmentally external  to those who receive revenue in exchange for collateralized time of human health-regenerative value?

How do our polyculturally integral  nutrition-development trends,
competitively and cooperatively feed monocultural 
LeftBrain incorporated 
ego PlanB struggling with eco RightBrain PlanA 
wealthy truth as healthy-beauty? 

Polycultural cooperatives feeding monoculturally competitive and cooperative evolutionary economists of ecology,
of Earth’s considerable eco- and bio-systemic assets,
measured as healthy cooperative network exchanges
with (0)-sum investment bilateral balancing CQI sustainable health outcomes,
to date,
in fact always tautologically as ecologically DNA/RNA fractal-exegetical-original intent of Earth’s regenerative development,
where fractal-octave ecosystemic ionic-ergodic deductive metric prime natural truth
meets bilaterally symmetrical proportional bionic P =N(NP), as Yang=Yin.

As I look at competitive and cooperative business economies at play with my 20-year old incorporated, 
and adopted, 
and respected for usually doing his best son,
who is also one of my three part-time health-care certified employees,
I remember…

Your Honor, 
Dillen readily agrees with this Bloomfield, Connecticut, Police Officer,
he was driving normal flow-of-traffic 45 miles per hour along Mountain Road’s 25 mph zone.

Dillen also agrees, 
although he was not aware until this Officer informed him,
that he was driving an unregistered car 
that did not belong to him,
and doing this while on a suspended license.

I have evidence here from the DMV
this lapsed registration has been paid by Dillen’s father,
rather disorganized owner of the Honda Odyssey
Dillen was driving,
and now in good standing with DMV.

I also have evidence that the DMV has reinstated Dillen’s license to drive,
preferably more slowly,
after he paid his $175 reinstatement fee from said DMV,
which seems to have its hand out nearly as often as the Court System,
and Dillen now has active license standing with  this very hungry State.

Notice of Suspension was mailed both to the wrong place
to reach us at a time either Dillen or I lived in that West Hartford  home business place.
Dillen failed to give DMV change of address timely notice, 
also now updated
to prevent future failures to successfully communicate.

Speaking on his behalf,
as his employer of three years,
and as his often too-white Dad of 20 years,
I can confirm Dillen was on his way to my home
to deliver behavioral health care services,
for which he is certified by the Department of Developmental Services,
to benefit my 13-year-old girl with ADHD, cerebral palsy,
fetal alcohol syndrome.

Dillen also watches Daquan,
his brother,
here with us today,
who is paraplegic,
subject to sudden onset seizures,
incontinence,
and more well-planned tube-feedings.

Dillen is able to care for his brother
with more than sufficiently safe and healthy outcomes
for each of them
and for our family as a whole,
which I believe is the stuff of which healthy corporate-egos 
and communities
are cooperatively made.

As his proud redneck grandpa of a Dad,
perhaps it is also relevant to this Court’s interests
that Dillen,
despite chronically frustrating disabling ADHD, early-diagnosed,
despite learning and language skills testing 70-80,
rather than 70 and below,
where he would qualify for a richer vein of disability services,
Dillen,
after two years of no response at best,
of victimization by violations of ADA policies and procedures
at worst,
Dillen has found a part-time job bussing tables
two days per week,
so he can buy his own food,
continuing to avoid Food Stamp benefits,
for which he is financially qualified,
or would be,
if he were not working instead,
for which he needs a ride to and from Foxwoods casino
two days a week,
and therefore a continuing actively not-suspended license.

While I have no documentation,
last year,
before this violation notice was delivered into his hand
and heart,
and still-enculturing mind,
Dillen volunteered more than 20 hours of community service.

He was on his way from one of these community services,
on his way to my home,
following normal flow of traffic
through West Hartford, Connecticut,
then Bloomfield,
heading north,
when this my African American ADHD-self-labeling son,
not always both eyes straight ahead
and exercising sufficiently mature restraint on life’s gas pedals of BlackLivesMatter opportunity,
doing his best to both get where he needed to be,
but also doing his best 
to compete and cooperate
in an economy that often discriminates negatively punitive attention
in response to his heart-racing challenges 
of diverse internal and familial identities,
was signaled to pull over
by a Bloomfield Police Officer,
for driving 45 like everybody else,
in his 25 mph developmentally delaying speed zone.

Using my own son’s competitive v cooperative busyness
comprehending his own life in healthy v. toxic relationship
with his environment,
perhaps not my best case study to illustrate 
YangCompetitive and Yin’s more bilaterally cooperative
economic appositional ways
and means toward natural value.

All this,
when really you only want evidence for polycultural health CQI outcomes.

Do economic and political truth and beauty and justice,
somehow follow regenerative long-term health trajectories
of reasoned deductive logic?

Does not healthy justice
emerge best where truth as beauty,
BusinessAsUsual history and story
ecologically unfolds
coarising nonduality,
metaphysical reason
speaking regenerating seasons
of cooperative development?

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

BiPartisan Dissonance

When oppositional cognitive dissonance deflects focus,
it tends to go back to when I deflected focus from her.
She sends me passive-aggressive messages,
bread crumbs leading back in time 
to where she began to feel alone,
marginalized,
siloed,
anxious.

If you don't want a sopping wet tile bathroom floor
because I have thrown all my naked Barbie and Ken parts,
especially their water-filled hollow insides,
and the five saturated pools of stained white washcloths
I took out of that drawer just like you said not to,
and the nice sudsy soft bar of soap,
then you might want to reconsider leaving the bathroom
during my bath.
You might want to think of telling a story
or imagining with my behavioral lectures
I so mercilessly inflict
on the shattered heads of my daughters,
oops,
I mean dolls.

Perhaps oppositional cognitive dissonance 
is what Republicans have about Democrats.

If you folks would be so kind as to return to cooperative civic and civil discussion,
about my intrinsic dignity, royalty perhaps,
sense of anthrocentric entitlement,
immaculate integrity as a permacultured Orthodox Tradition,
utterly necessary to optimize sustainable and resilient health
for All Americans,
(although perhaps not quite sufficient),
including those who happen to have become embarrassed
by their unhealthy wealth and extravagant disregard
for undercommodified values,
like caring and nurturing, loving and therapeutic
mentoring relationships and trees of life, and economic
and eco-logical environ-mental (0)-sum cooperative networks,
like the synergy of all natural systems,
most especially religious cultures
delivering a united and interdependent positive teleology
that we all created this rapacious, extractive mess together.

So, please stop leaving the bathroom of discourse,
regardless of how rhetorically insane and polemic,
every time we complain about your shitty attitudes
about wealthy compost and sustainable,
resilient,
optimized economic growth.
Then you democratically complain,
by voting for the one you hate the least,
as we go right on doing
what we intended to do
while we were throwing water
on your slippery-floor economics
of radical,
reverse-hierarchical interdependence and mutual subsidiarity.
Much too "solidarity" for Republican taste as True,
much less Just to those who prefer their
economically entrenched competitive silos.

And,
our Democratic family value parents 
hear their oppositionally disordered Republicans
as if they were bionically alien unitarian utilitarians,
like honey bees and ant hives,
devoid of deductive rational accessibility,
of even one of four dimensions of truth,
and  without capacity to empathize with their well-mentored praxis,
of continually forgetting you could not climb a higher priority
right now
than telling your oppositional daughter Dr. Seuss's The Lorax, 
interpreting each voice as your own Lorax Logos,
wondering why you continue competing
to reach a Win-Win Cooperative Game,
and political
and economic
and ecological
and cultural 
and biological karmic finish line,
alone in your Permaculture Designed polycultural PolyLife Tree Paradise.

When you think about it,
you can see that your competitive political
and economic assumption,
that Win-Win cooperation will not have our final say,
is not ecologically, scientifically,
or even permaculturally, metaphysically
sound, rational, integrated,
sustainably designed to benefit future generations,
much less synergetic or holonically comprehensive.

You can't win a P=NP,
4-fractal/spiral (0)-sum
cooperative economic logistical plan
until everyone else has the freedom
and integrity
and ecotherapeutic orthopraxis comprehension,
intention,
to win-win with you, coincidentally.

With this perhaps un-Christian, 
and vaguely irreligious perspective
that Democratic mutual-redeemer culture
is closer to (0) sum Core Value Balanced Heaven
rationality, and intuition,
than appears to be the case
for our benighted Republican
wealthy fat-cat anthro-supremacist residents of Earth,
we have turned rather too far
our spinning cultural revolution pendulum
away from the racist sin of monocultural monotheism,
poverty and the overpowering commodification of human lives,
and the commodification of other species,
and the commodification of Earth's fire, water,
soil and sky,
Her capacity to regenerate fertile seeds,
turning away from sin as sterile insanity,
disability and absence,
to now prophecy the sins of monopolistic wealth,
and power;
to notice challenging, dissonant tipping points
within monocultural,
monochromatic,
monopolistic 
bicamerally competing economic uncertainty
and ecological dysfunction for all consciousness
all nations,
reconnecting our more humane DNA-informed
bicameral information processor branch of EcoTribe,
RNA-inscribed,
transliterate,
multisystemic and polycultural Climax Community,
diastatically 
interdependently
coincidentally straining and stressing to comprehend
Polynomial SpaceTime = Not-Not Polynomial Open Systemic Binomial Prime Relationship Temporal "Now"
as Yang-convex/positive = Yin-concave/negative,
as +1.00% QBit = +/-(0)% Soul Core-emergent universal Vertex/Dark Recessional Vortex (Perelman, 1993)

So, yes, maybe somewhat closer,
but closer doesn't count
when playing Win-Win economic ecotherapy.
Horseshoes don't fit elephants.

Speaking of elephants in too-narrow-minded oppositional spaces, 
where was I?
Oh, yes, she’s in the bathtub again,
better watch that floor.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

For Spacious Time

I need some natural,
organic,
spacious kinda time.
Where is nature in this time,
my time,
our time?

Perhaps nature is to time
as solid forms are to functional creation,
as solidarity is to creativity,
as Yang is to Yin,
as Full-Blown Climaxing polycultural kinda natural jazzy space
enters permacultural swingin' revolutionary time,
bangin' and beatin' our hearts to ping.

Where was I, again?
Well, never mind,
you can't go home again
in this polycultural space within permaculturing time.

Shout out to your sisters and your brothers
celebrating their polycultural Universalist space
balancing their Right-brain Co-Synergetic
Unitarian lusty kinda co-operative rhyming time.

Dubois soul sings Beloved Community
rhymes with Positive Integrity,
opposed by that nasty one "mendacity,"
a negative double-binding not yet not true,
our passive-aggressive cultural dissonance,
lack of cooperative resonance,
coupled with abject insolence,
when faced with Beloved Integrity
growing transgressively regenerative
revolutions of space in well-timed 
full-racing DNA prime.

Ooh!!

Um-hmmm...

Dubois begat integrity
as Nazareth, that nada nest,
begat love,
as Bucky begat synergy,
as Atlee begat co-intelligence,
as Permaculturally natural eco-logical designs and long-term plants
begat RNA's ubiquitous wisdom.

Um-hmmm..
Um-hmmm..

If justice is what love looks like in public
and tenderness is what love looks like in private,
I'd say we're lookin better on the privates of our face
than on the public beaten side of our race
through space
to trace
this RNA place
where eco-justice was most originally defined.

How much more RNA do you really think there could be
in white skin than in black?
And would you not say that RNA is our most omnipotent,
most omnipresent,
most ubiquitous space and time 
of intelligently regenerative design?

Yeah, I'm wid you,
I ain't neve' heard a no more DNA in The Dominant Left-Brained Man!
I jus' a dumb cooperative minded gay guy
who thinks you're playin' me,
and my playin' days is over!

Dr. West reminds,
reconnects
religions,
transgenerational catastrophe is to reissuing problems
as torrential flooding is to dust in my cognitive dissonance eyes.
A chronically possessive culture
breeds a catastrophically dispossessive economy.
A competitive economy 
breeds a rabid lack of eco-logic.
Cancer cells always consider themselves chronic;
never would think of ourselves as catastrophic,
because we're just so in love with that Positive Psychology
face in our cultural mirror.

The darker subconscious will have her intuitional revolution day
tonight
as she does every night we dream of polycultures
and nightmare with co-operative strength
against monocultural monotheistic monopolistic monochromatic 
monomial universalism.
That's our Black Hole womb from which our comprehensive consciousness evolved
enlightenment and light, 
and bright, 
and transparency,
as Father Time's Left Deductive 
gets it on with Mother Space's Right Inductive,
trans-parentcy.

Discerning justice, integrity, synergy, loving spaces
for here-and-now time,
would best redeem this transparent moment
as co-investment for our co-operative future Time.
Balancing discernment is like learning to ride a bike,
once you get the knack of positive-deductive-left
greets negative co-inductive (double-bind knot,
or not) right,
with self-optimizing cooperative environmental momentum,
sufficient to sustain nature's well-tempered life,
the rest is just peddling,
day in and night out,
eventually decomposing dismount
into further co-prehensile consciousness of death reborn...

"naturally, organic, spacious kinda' time
rollin and weavin our narrative songs
sung in RNA's pre-digital key of UCAG...
swingin' as we"

why does breathing feel like floating and swimming inside?

and what was that thing called phantom limbs of consciousness?

Um-hmmm...
Sing that song,
all day long!

Ooooh yeah!
Look at our cooperative nature
in this most polyculturing time.

I feel sublime.

Oh yeah,
um-hmmm,
thump to my thump,

Spacious skies.
Golden waves of yummy grain.
Ultra-violet mountain range of consciousness,
Earth's permaculturally fruitful plain.
Universe's co-operatively jazzy face.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

King Solomon and Jonathon

Said King Solomon to Jonathon,
speculatively,
"Think of helium
as saturating the eggwhite understory
of this immense Earth-atmosphere
egg-incubator sack of hydrogen-saturated
wet air breathing in heat and light co-informing
to breathe out teleological
and permaculturally multisystemic
meaning and purpose 
for further co-operative becoming."

Warmly
and lightly
responded Jonathon,
son of bicameral love,
"I think of billowing cumulous clouds
ballistically foreshadowing
our ballasting clear blue sky,
like "death" and "life" are just human individuation-language
for Eco's recycling RNA-syntax and beauty and health,
universally radiant
unitarianly co-gravitational
co-arising breath."

King Solomon co-prehended,
"This Life is our encultured Time,
and Time's natural evolutionary
and revolutionary purpose
is primordial
and eco-centric,
rather than human nature's anthrocentric language
of meaning as co-inspiring intent."

"If that were true
what could this mean
for you and me?"
asked Jonathon
with some immediate concerns
about the evolution of our human race toward
naturally cooperative ecological culture,
and could it ever explicate our cooperative vocational
eco-centric purpose
for each day,
each choice,
the sacred co-operative co-arising value of each life,
human and otherwise,
each bionic form
with self-optimizing regenerative
slow-positive evolutionary growth abundance
of healthy-wealth,
with polyparadigmatic eco-cosciousness,
with multisystemic CQI therapeutic standards
for both deductive/inductive balanced values,
digitally QBit trend (-,-) Win-Win double-binding binary,
analogically biologic as ecological economics and 
Earth Rights political optimization power,
much less tglbq old and young minority-identified people's rights
not to be climatically and chronically bullied
by overly-commodified-quantified dis-eco-normic
suboptimization values
with high risk of failure to thrive.

Empathetically responded King Solomon,
"With Our exegetical care of eco-consciousness
as health and wealth of wisdom,
and interdependent assets v. liabilities,
we emerge more free
to discern those nutritionally meaningful positive-organic outcomes
most likely to enrich our ego-eco balancing polycultural identity
as binomially orthopracticing vocationers."

"That both does and does not sound
quite right
somehow"
concerned Jonathon's mind of bilateral Time-squared
as interior landscape enlightenment,
Zero-Zen-center-home-nest-syntax,
bicameral information processing/producing/consuming
regenerating/decomposing
neurally balanced rational-intuitive
Universalistic syntax-system messages and language
with comprehensively Unitarian eco-consciousness intent.

"How are Our co-arising environmental opportunities
and competitive risks,
and my own endosymbiotically responsive opportunities
and dissonating risks
co-derived, co-discerned, co-redeemed, co-mentored
in this here as now?"
asked King Solomon
sage wisely.

"Cooperatively co-arising economics
and ecological multisystemic therapy, design, and development
are not new eggs;
they are elder network-nests re-membering"
enlightened Jonathon's imagination.
"Eco-normic values are old RNA eggs
in a more recently ego-centric DNA nest
of stringing rings of Trees commodifying Life's Time."

"Cooperative co-arising economics and ecologic"
King Solomon analogized
"are my Right-Brain having her post-feminist
fractal-zeroistic
biometric way,
after a long reign of dominatrix
by an overly Yang-Left deductive-reductive
exegetical enculturation of history
as Win-Lose symbiotic dipolar evolution
by slow strangulation of all losers,
while ignoring deductive logic's
prime Eulerian Dynamic Function
in a 4 equivalent-dimensional Game Theory Dipolar-Balancing Corollary:
To Win-Win
transpose already existing Golden Rule Culture
into full-octave RNA syntax
inclusive of all Earth's Beloved Life-Tribes."

Jonathon,
who always had to have the last word
for reason which continued to escape him,
"I think a wiser King would use fewer words
and sing only the best psalms."



Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Development Divas

Permacultural community development,
as if life matters,
presents optimal Continuous Quality Improvement (CQI) standards
for self-other-Earth regenerative 
and sustainable living outcomes.
That 7 Generation certificate of accomplishment.

Development Divas enjoy primal dynamic focus
on repurposing formations and reformations,
fractals and octaves,
full four-seasonal
"Time is a Recycling River" nutritional functions,
vocational "plant AND self-composting root system" financial guilds,
cooperatively beloved villages,
families with long evolutionary branches
AND Elder root systemic DNA structures and flex and flow-string patterns,
economies and ecologies,
eco-normics of ego-logy,
eco-logic of economics,
positive psychological relationships 
and truly communicating communities 
swimming and flying global networks of richly nutritious information,
polynomially balanced 4-dimensioned crystal clear fractals of spacetime,
mine,
yours,
ours,
Universal Common Orthodox Health Co-Intelligence.

Polyculturalists into planting and designing 
and harvesting optimized beloved polycultural climaxing outcomes,
swim time's river through positive teleological currents of dialogue,
discernment narrative,
designing syntax,
DNA codex,
creation's regeneration story,
psycho-conscious logos rooted in comprehensive co-gravity
of Self+Other history,
personal,
relational,
landscaped,
networked,
globally farmed,
universal,
herstoric enculturation of harmoniously balancing Right with Left,
(-)Yin(-)Yin as equivalent to (+)Yang
since "not not!" meant "Yes!"
and "black white" meant "both-and-matters"
bilateral time sprouting fractal spacetime of four equivalent dimensions
and systemic seasons and stages of development,
syntegrating yin-with-yin equivalent bipolarity binding-winding 
universal time's dipolar thermodynamic with electromagnetic bowing balance 
with centrifugally emergent binomial force of gravity,
ecological balance of harmonic solar systemic radiantly rich waving values
absorbed by a greening photosynthetic coredemptive metamorphic Earth,
and disvalues of dissonant decay, 
climatic change, 
autistic dismay, 
fear of death replacing all of life's remembering systems.

A logical conclusion of suicidal planning,
irrationality,
feeling internally overpopulated,
is to both stop absorbing positive nutrients--divestment,
and to begin a practice of absorbing only toxins
and collateral damage--high-risk investment,
self and other abuse acts faster than mere neglectful impoverishment,
marginalization,
suppression
oppression of identity,
the more aggressively and consistently aversive,
the faster our inevitable dead result.

So, the ecologic of diastatically positive and rational life
is to hunt and gather positive nutrients
and to minimize absorption of toxins
and collateral corporate insult,
injury,
abuse,
and neglect,
violence and dissonance,
addiction to victimization and possession.
Ego's self-mentoring lessons must seek co-mentoring
responsibility and accountability
investment and disinvestment for ecosystemic balance,
without anthro-centric hubris of possession or dispossession. 
To own any of this stuff cannot meet optimizing CQI well-being standards,
will not meet death's rebirthing threshold for cycling forward downstream.

Win-Win cooperative
coregenerative optimization
is an ecologically economic diva herstory of re-genesis,
just as Lose-Lose competitive decomposition
is our Business-As-Usual history
of dominating Self, Other, Earth,
pretty much in that disenculturing
disintegrative disorder of anti-systemic absence of time's flow.

Permacultural community development
as if we remembered
that white male lives could not have mattered
if Elder brown maternal lives had not repurposed DNA's
stretch toward freedom for inclusive Vitamin D prosperity.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

Racing Justice

"The way I see it,
we're all related."
said my EcoTherapist.

While DNA and RNA include infinite permutation possibilities,
their primal core functions suggest simple bipolar relationships
between who's in and who's out,
and who's on top so the remainder is on the bottom.

So these are prime-fractal entities and structures
temporal seasons and plant-growing sequences.
Whether we're talking about 8Bit/Byte binomial octaves
of energy frequency
or binary information,
doesn't really matter;
we're all Zero-Soul eco-centered spacetime cube-rooted entities,
with expanding and contracting double-elliptical rhythmic patterns
of torus-breathing Yang/Yin bionic Universal Intelligence,
in-forming,
and appositional dimension ballast 
Earth-gravitational balance.

We're each and all here to stay, to evolve,
to further incarnate Earth,
each Other,
through discovering our hearts and minds,
loves and faith,
peace with justice,
managing our anger by massaging our loves,
ecological economic transactions and primal relationships,
our ecotherapeutic ecojustice,
our multisystemic orthopraxis,
our resonant resolving regenesis.

Some of us look better from the outside than others.
Some of us act better from the inside than others.

We all hope to become and sustain both,
and to build healthy relationships with others
equally accomplished in this race of time's therapeutic evolution.

But, realistically,
even ecomindbody breathers can only sustain physical prime for a short while,
and even then, what appears more or less nutritious and physically therapeutic
to me, may not share priorities about me,
on the outside as resonant inside.
It seems more sustainable,
and probably predicts much more relational peace with justice,
to work more on our interior landscapes.
Learning the flow of healthy and delicious,
loving and mindfully comprehensive
ecologically wise economic transactions, behaviors,
practice with symbiotic ecocentric
health-investment intent.

We all hope to attract similarly endowed internal beauty and strength
within our own organs and limbs,
our own sensory perceptions and memory receptions,
co-incarnating with family and friends;
thinking and trusting
with some level of hope in our combined power of listening co-passion,
immense, timeless curiosity about truth,
love and freedom of self-with-other-optimizing expression,
we hope to compel our mutual prehensive telepathies and passions,
co-elations,
within and among each Other,
to regenerate "us" toward a positively passionate cooperative future.

"So, this is your ReGenesis Project,
to become a more bicamerally incarnated 
human natural ecological 
ecotherapeutic IdEntity,
a dipolar co-present absent sacred flow of time as spinal-cranial light,
following our economic praxis,
mutually cooperative transactional trust and faith
that we each can and will fully engage and absorb this race
toward universal bilateral co-intelligence,
comprehensively polypathic in-formed
(0)-ego/anthro-monocultural merging fractal-polycultural Tao 
SpaceYang-cubed OVER TimeYin-bilinear-dipolar."

I'm still processing,
trying to comprehend Mother Nature's
ecotherapeutic ecojustice.
It feels urgent to reach a rationally positive
binomially balancing conclusion;
which might look like P is to YangDeductive-Convex InFormation,
as NP is to YinInductive-Concave ExBiLateral Reverse DoubleBind Memory Function,
and when you total up this biometric 
double-elliptical string 
of ecojustice theory-cultural rememory,
one arrives back at (0)-soul Vector OVER
DualDark HoleTransParent YinYin Vortex.

That's the way we seem to see Tao-Time Universe
in which we are all polyculturally revolutionary potential.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


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Peaceful PoliLosertics

Patching up enslaving self-hatred is sure to leave some hated aftermath.
How can this be regarded as tolerable,
these interior human natured self-hatred transgenerational aftershocks?
Therefore Wisdom holds the Yang as EgoLoser paradoxical space,
And does not dispossess guilt toward any EcoWinners.
Virtue, like indentured servitude, is for co-redemptive patching up;
Violence of enslaving hatred is for assigning EgoLoser guilt.
But, the way of wisdom is partial toward inclusive EcoWinners;
Siding only with co-redemptive losers dispossessing
enslavement, 
obsession with possession, 
cancerous wealth of entitled AnthroCentrism
and fear of death as loss.

Knock Knock.

Who's there?

Poly.

Oh, well, first, ummm...Poli whom?
And, second, are you sure you intend to knock
on my front door?

First, PolyPathology.
Second, does that sufficiently answer your question?

No, not really Poli Pathology,  could be most anyone I've ever met;
this really doesn't help me figure out who you are
knocking on my door
in this moment of Time's grace-filling eternity.

So why don't you open your door
to answer your own fearful questions
about my Pathology identity?

Because anyone I would welcome into my life
would never knock first.

What does that say about your identity?
Who are you,
a 24-7 pit stop
only open for those who share your key to Paradise 
with you?

That doesn't sound quite right,
but perhaps not wrong either.

Well then it sounds like we are a good fit.
I'm PolyPathology,
not quite right or wrong
for your passive-aggressive locked door
Win-Lose poli-logistical strategy.

Wait a minute,
I didn't say I'm passive aggressive,
and everybody I know locks their door
to win some safety from pathologists.

But you do say you are passive-aggressive
in your habitual practice of reminding those around you
of what you did not say or do.
You have less empathy for enslaved pathologists
than fear of being and becoming one yourself.
Don't worry so much about it,
all us disease-addicts already know you're a pathologist too
and we will feel comforted by learning
that you finally recognize you are one of us,
and we need each other,
at least as much as we want each other,
too often more.

It's OK,
really.
You hope that hanging onto that one last key
to your sacred eco-evolving identity
in your pocket
means you're not a total pathology addict.
It does.
OK?
No one intends to dispute that,
at least no one you are ever likely to meet
to know and learn to love,
as long as you totally invest in that first creation-story key
as if it were your last key of polyculturing opportunity.

Patching up a great self-hatred
is sure to leave some fear and anger outside
and behind,
downstream for future struggling memories
dreams
and regenerations.

"Traditional [creation story] enlightenment teachings call on us to transcend ego through shifting our deepest sense of identity to the [Eco]Self Absolute that abides in and as the ground of Being. The foundation of Evolutionary Enlightenment is that same [PoliCultural Light/Time Paradise] ground that is the final resting place and goal of traditional enlightenment." Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment" (p. 64)

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


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Earth Day Ticks

I wonder what makes you tick.

That quick shadow of a lopsided smile.
When you slap the wall as you step by.
Are these tics
that make you tick somehow?

I know what ticks you off.
Disrespecting your sacred right to become you.
Yet I doubt a Mercedes convertible
would actually respect your healthiest you.

I know what ticks me off about you.
Your relentless denial of anger
and fear
and sadness.
Your unwillingness to forgive yourself
for incarnating merely mortal human nature.

But, what about your unwillingness to forgive our human race
for racism?
With you born into enslaved heritage,
a short supply of victim roles,
every time anyone sees you,
frames you,
labels you,
historical entrapment of bodies,
by other human mindbodies
contextualizing cultural enslavement of victimized minds,
tics of anger and fear
deep politicized and economized
into creases of dark v. light exterior display.

Does this also tick me off about you?
Do I reasonably expect you,
or anyone,
to forgive an entire species of life
for an oppressive monoculturally supremacist history
of human racial enculturation?

I know what ticks you off about me,
maybe.
My willingness to forgive myself
for my anthro-dominant tics,
habits of language and culture,
disformation of EarthTribal love
and healthy multicultural commitment,
economic solidarity of politically cooperative mutuality.

Because,
to forgive myself of anthro-dominant blindness
seems nondually inseparable
from forgiving us for the absurdity and hypocrisy of racism
and its anti-ecological conclusion of enslaving political life
by claiming economic ownership of Earth’s Natural/Spiritual Commons.

Ticking on,
rather than ticking off,
reconnects human nature within all EarthTribe RNA/DNA nature.
Distinctions of exterior mindbody landscapes
retain polycultural healthfulness,
while our more universally monocultural interior DNA landscapes
of interdependent WinWin ReGeneration Stories
seem to unfold more importantly
more sanely
more rationally
more beautifully and truthfully,
about Golden Rule Solidarity
with political and economic power
to regenerate climatic racing health
with all EarthTribe’s uniting revolution.

What tics me off about me
is failure of polycultural curiosity,
absence of sufficient love
to optimize each relationship and each transaction’s cooperative opportunity
to resonate more deeply,
more ecologically,
more co-arising tribally,
together,
co-habitors of Sun-fueled Earth’s richly diverse,
and much-beloved, community of health,
profoundly mutual regenerative enculturation,
education,
Earth-functional formation,
like evolution of heat into organic interdependent composting networks
feeding time’s further revolution.

All that said,
what I know too less about
is what ticks you on.
Probably the about face
of hypocrisy
and ignorance
and greed
and anthro-centrist racism
that tick you off.

Shadows of lopsided sad smiles.
Slapping walls as we push through.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


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Echo Time

Time echoes and resonates without language,
invests in green triumphal backdrop,
below misty blue sky,
spotted
blossomed in yellows and spindling purples
blues and flaming orange,
fragile moments of fully fertile time,
flagrant erections of next generation's hope
for full color life 
perennially emerging time
through fields of grass enraptured
brown soil and gray rocks
and weathered stretching darker bark
back further through time's ringing core.

This summer's newer time full color;
Elder time dressed in grays and browns
of dusk's deeper hue and cry.

Time's newer lexicon
laughs through children
camping near a still-slogging river,
flowing time toward surfing Sound
from mountains of older swaying,
silently caressing,
singing time of trees
ripe summer leaves.

Newer times hum industry
in jetted skies
through rumbling valleys of human enterprise
swooshing lanes of hurry fueled time
rushed toward some end of prime,
planned, yet unprioritized.

Drumming heartbeat
surfing breath
occasional tummy rumbles,
older times of human space
thundering through subliminal octaves
of time's unrolling memory.

New time smells green fragrance,
older organics fuel richer pungent payment
down into Earth's old-timed infrastructure,
roots hunting her mysteriously flowing estuaries
floating broken platters of Earthtime's universe creation,
rumbling thunder
warning of ancient slow-timed darkening.

Capturing time's enrapturing voices 
and visions
peering through silent black faced race
through space.


Knotted notched logged time
captured in this sacred place
gracefully crumbling time's investment,
forgiven and redeemed in last fall's brown bed 
of leafy fading trace,
succumbing to terminating time's
less aggressive metamorphic place
from logs reversing back into time's landed space,
impervious to eyes noting her change of race
from convex branches to concave composts.

Time's darker elder face
haunts richer wisdom
but often fails to find just and righteous pace
for dominating white cultured mind 
to find
and recognize.
Elder dualdarker's bicameral timing rhythm
speaks best through red hearts' new-time memory,
transparently dark embedded cultural time
emerged as new found rich discovery
recovery through youngish light
most resonantly resolved
through polydreaming brightest night.

Fear of dark raced time
begins with my own white placed skin
accepting time's inevitable dark embrace
within full-colored humanely timed race,
to see my wilting face
drawn back into time's dark souled core
dying into light's progenitor
once more
dark never-enough-right-time supremacy
through dark purgation's non-anthrocentric palatial door
toward dualdark eternal color rhapsodic place.

Time's song and dance
through nonexistential space,
my voice
our opera
time's co-passion story.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015


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Dark Bears: Buzzing RedLight Bees

Honey Bear,
I would like to say goodbye
and would appreciate your reply.

Where are you going?

I am going to sing farewell
before my minute hand wears out.

Already,
yet I hoped you might first learn
to dance hello.

Yes, so I too presumed,
yet in epiphanies of dawn’s delight
dancing hello toward Earth’s light
follows learning to sing night’s lullaby
enduring dusks darkening evaporation
of bright transparent regeneration.

I would like to sing farewell
not sure whether we will ever find time
for another healthy hello,
good mourning death’s surprising pass
right through our daily hello-goodbye liturgies
of BusinessAsUsual love.

Just once before either of us further dies
and lies within Earth's sacred skin,
I would like us to learn to sing farewell
to our dusky love’s evaporating celebration,
multicolored disincarnation,
wildflower struggling together dissonance
within Earth's MultiTribal Solidarity.

With this pearl of our shared memory
how much brighter next time’s dawn.

Better than whole wheat pancakes
with strawberries
and butter
and maple syrup springs
of wildflower birdsong?

Breaking night time’s fast 
with love’s echoing farewell lullaby
warming daylight’s first embryonic memory,
spreading farewell liturgies
like warm butter
throughout love’s remembering twilight day.

You would have your farewell pearl
with breakfast too.

I would sing farewell
not knowing we will have another day
to dance our hellos of gratitude
for love syrup warmly given
exchanged
transforming sacred memories
of EarthTribe’s struggling mutual light within,
dancing and singing tender humored
and raving raven memories
fading back to our first eyes greeting.

You were redhead magnificent
and bright as nuclear light,
yet not sure you had enough to share
with all my dark bear ways.

And you still growl your raw reviews
about light’s honey lacking as yours and ours
and cubs who have never learned to dance
a dignified hello
much less sing a well-timed farewell lullaby,
softly fading into some other household’s light
of their own healthy making.

Stars have never sung the same
since they first twinkled through your RedLight hungry eyes.

Moon heart glows full color harmonics
to know your quiet delight,
teasing might,
sharing your monopoly of wild investments
in GrandMothers’ flowing afrocultured light.
Too seldom has sailed
our full octave light  and dualdark racing pilgrimage
through transgenerational childhood brights and fights,
embracing dawns,
effacing darks together.

Honey Bee,
I love to sing farewell struggling harmony
while slow dancing our mutually gratuitous hello-farewell,
folding and unfolding eco-memory flying 
YangBear/YinBee soul-dancing,
Tipping PolyPoints of Light/DualDark MindBody.

Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016


Long Poems