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Long poem by Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |

PsychoTripic Theory of Everything

Consciousness is internally co-incidental.

Today I want to talk about possibilities
for permaculturally dynamic,
which are, by definition, natural systemic,
relationships,
correlations,
between Left-brain deductive consciousness,
Right-brain inductive subconsciousness,
and an entropic boundary between these two interior landscapes,
which we call unconsciousness.

The feasibility,
much less value,
of recognizing this phrase, "unconscious mind,"
as an oxymoron
may have optimally Continuous Quality Improvement (CQI) implications
for polypathic potential to develop comprehensive consciousness
of both our Left-deductive cognitive confluence,
and our Right-intuitive cognitive dissonance as negentropic,
or negative, correlation.

But first a note about the "correlation" of information
as calculable datum.

Try, if you would be so kind,
to imagine that a positive correlation of information,
like the association of winter with cold,
and summer with warmth and maturation of plant and animal life,
is dynamically analogous to:

Correlation: Coincidental energy trends of association,
transaction,
action,
mutual giveness,
cooperation,
polycultural intention;
implied mutual attraction of any gravitational bilaterality.

And, these coincidental correlations can be positive or negative trending
across time
as experienced through bilateral consciousness.

But, when correlations of informing deductive consciousness are positive trending,
our Right-brain "sub"conscious awareness
of coincidental proportion
and function
responds to this same data set
of informating energy
with a "not-not" cognitive dissonance screen.

That is, when the Left brain sees opportunity
to invest in correlative information,
the Right brain decomposes risks of investing
where double-negative ecologic remainders are dissonant
with Left-brain's languaged deductive resolution.

When our Left brains compare positive and negative correlations
from the past
with current experiential research data,
this means
our balancing Right brains coincidentally correlate
with double-bind subconscious memory loops,
using DNA lexicon,
fractally self-regenerative
permaculturally self-balancing,
seasonal,
and equi-proportionately feminist,
development syntax.

This coincidental correlation responds to Left-brain's question
"What is a revolution of life?"
with
"What is a universal evolution of not-not death?"
Right-brain translates Left-brain's "Closed System" lexicon
as "Open Thermodynamic Balanced System."

Our conscious mind responds to cognitive dissonance
by dismissing current information
proposed by our receptive neural sensors
which may be what we call "unconscious mind"--
one that lacks optimally comprehensive consciousness
because of this unresolved,
disresonant,
exformative,
distorted information ergodic boundary
between Left and Right hemispheric balance.

Meanwhile, coincidentally,
Right brain intuitive awareness
seems to be how we have culturally marginalized,
disempowered,
oppressed and suppressed
permacultural cognitive confluent consciousness;
how Western and Male and Right-hand dominant cultures
disempowered our Yin-Yin,
Win-Win,
wu-wei,
tipping point,
TrimTab potential
by dismissing intuitional awareness to the merely "sub"conscious
netherworld of mythological icons
and over-active spiritual crystal-gazing.

As our correlative and coincidental consciousness
moves toward Right with Left balance,
harmonic 4-dimensional spacetime
as permaculturally comprehensive consciousness
unveils Right-brain's
"Eternal Universally Open Moment"
understory
as poly-consciously
regeneratively
optimizing DNA lexicon's potential information,
with enthymematic form
and positive OVER negative function
and flow and flux
"surfing;"
perhaps David Bohm's "Implicate Order,"
but also Buckminster Fuller's comprehensive systemic consciousness
of Explicate OVER Implicate
as (0) Core Vertex OVER Dark Hole Vortexial
Alpha through (0)Mega Point.

As comprehensive consciousness evolves,
permeating human nature's future
deductive-inductive balancing potential,
this boundary term "unconscious mind"
will evaporate,
as we learn to see what was not conscious
as what is coincidentally,
correlationally,
dynamic as cognitive,
affective ergodic,
and only potentially effective "sub" conscious Right-brain awareness
of heuristic dissonance between what has impacted
one or more of our senses
and our double-binding memory of Elder experience.

Comprehensive consciousness compares to
a fully enlightened neural-cellular system,
a diastatic heart,
fully-encultured lungs,
as entropic unconscious chaotic exforming carnation
compares to dissonance within our disembodied dismay
and fear of death.

Freud's tripartite decomposition of consciousness,
with Id as a disturbingly primal unconscious "self"
lurking behind Ego's consciousness,
lording over the sometimes bitchy Syperego's
poly-ionic subconscious mind,
might have appeared psycho-dynamically normative to Freud
because of his research and analysis focus
on people experiencing significant dipolar Left-Right dissonance.

Probably more helpful
on this journey toward permaculturally comprehensive consciousness
is to reconceptualize consciousness
as a Left-Right bicameral conversation
through DNA/RNA's language roots,
where Positive Polynomial Information
tries to retain thermodynamic ionic
and ergodic balance
with Negative Not-Not Polynomial
double-bound Right-brain
fractal-octave root frequences
and functions of communication
and community
and economic
and ecological development;
which we also experience as evolution
toward regenerative CQI standards
for fully-balanced consciousness.

A correlative observation:
notice that positive teleological correlations,
which we think of as indicators of life's evolutionary
and regeneratively omniscient trend
toward our hoped for future time
of beloved climaxing diversity,
follows a Right-Left cooperative balancing
economic investment profile,
by logically following a Win-Win Gaming strategy.


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 fully invest in our  therapeutic future.

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













Long poem by Vic Pister | Details |

When I Die

When my life has finally left me and my last breath has been shed
And the silver cord is broken and my bodies firmly dead
I shall hover near the body, download the scenes of this past life 
Noting all minutest details rolling backwards past my eyes

I’ll store these scenes ‘til later when I can take the time to learn 
What the lessons have to teach me and help me to discern
How I treated other people, made them happy, made them sad
Examine all my actions, both the good and the bad

Three days later I’ll lose interest as my focus moves away
From the world that I just left behind, there is no need to stay
For a lifetime in the life of man to God is just a day
And my soul as God on the wheel of life must move along its way

I’ll take the download with me as I move into first heaven
It’s the first stage in the afterlife, in number there are seven
Here I’ll see and feel the good things that to others I have brought
And revel in the feelings of the kindness that I wrought

I will store these in my seed atom so in future lives I’ll know
They’re the things that I must multiply for my souls’ conscience to grow
For the conscience is the souls’ voice that guides you day by day
That still small voice that warns you in what you do and say

When that’s done my view will shift then to the things that I did bad
To the hurt I did to people that left them feeling sad
I will feel their pain intensely, ten times worse when in this field
For I’ll be purely spirit now with no flesh for a shield

These painful lessons will imprint upon my seed atom as well
In some religions we are told our soul’s in everlasting hell
In the stages of the afterlife, this is your punishment in heaven
This is the third and the most painful of the total seven

The Grim Reaper now has visited with his scythe so I will know
Through natures Law of Consequence I will reap what I did sow
He has shown me all my misdeeds and caused me many tears
And this purgatorial experience may last for twenty years

When my suffering soul recovers and the pain has died away
And I’ve incorporated the lessons to never act this way
In future lives I’ll be a better man from these lessons I have learned
One step closer to perfection that my growing soul has earned

Now I can sleep, Oh peaceful sleep, a state of heavenly rest
I’ll dream the dreams I love in life, of things I love the best
All desires that my soul has yearned, not a thing I can’t create
In the Great Silence of the spirit world to help me concentrate

The colors are much brighter, the scent of flowers more sublime
The senses are much sharper, there is no sense of time
I will see all other people as pure souls just like me
And I’ll know we’re all evolving to the bliss of eternity

I will hear the mystic music of the planets as they pass
Like a thousand singing angels, heavenly peace has come at last
Every planet sings its own song, we’ve grown deaf to this below
But in this super consciousness we’re in the eternal flow

I’ll be with my friends and family and others whom I love
The ones who left before me and currently live above
There they wait with arms wide open and rejoice when I arrive
In the fourth stage where I now live, it’s utter joy to be alive

I’ve incorporated my lessons, I now recall my goal
And my mind begins to focus on further growth of my soul
I must make further preparations and my vision starts to clear
I feel I must keep moving forward for all my works done here

I now have gone through five and six, there is just one more 
In years it’s been from birth to birth one hundred forty four
The time has come to move along and leave this place called heaven
Prepare for life in the physical world, I move to number seven

My soul has gathered the material, I now know what I must do
To make some more improvements in the places I need to
I must take another body, I must live another life
To grow and liquidate more karma though it means more pain and strife

I build an archetype of the body that in future I will form
When embodiment is offered, and I can be reborn
I will see the opportunities and be able to discern
The ideal embodiment for me when the right egg meets the sperm

I will hover near the fetus, influencing where I can
And I’ll have the power to make it be a woman or a man
I will help to build the body to suit the lessons I must learn
To overcome more issues so more advancement I can earn

When baby takes its first breath and my soul is taken in
With the imprint of my seed atoms that it has brought within
Now the babys’ atoms resonate to my seeds vibration rate
Making it the perfect body for my soul to habituate

The new body will be my new home, I will live a life anew
Gain experience, learn more lessons, through the things that I will do
I’ll apply the added knowledge that I learned in this past life
More evolved than in the last one, and cause me less pain and strife

This will happen just as often as required by the soul
As it pushes ever onward, pushing ever t’ward its goal
Of complete re-integration back from whence it came
To the universal soul of life no matter what its name

Nature is not personal, it does not seek revenge
If we mess it up we have the chance to do it all again
We arrived here by this process, nothing’s changed it’s still the same
But our souls have evolved immensely since we stepped into the game

We started out as fallen angels with no experience on this plane
We’ve grown to this by coming back again and again
Though we cannot remember for each conscious mind has died
The feelings in the soul remained in our subconscious mind

And so this is the story of the cycle of the soul
As it struggles through evolution on its way toward the goal
It’s this way for all unfailing, from natures law there’s no relief
All living things go through it, no matter their belief


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Beloved Face, Translation of Bharathiyar's poem Asai Mugam by T Wignesan

Translation of Mahakavi Bharathiyar’s poem: “Asai Mugam” or “Beloved Face”
                                                                                                By T. Wignesan

Out of mind that beloved face has gone – this
Tragedy who can I confess it to – My Dear
The chest never voids feelings of love – yet
Can the memory of His face be lost forever?

Even as it appears in the mind’s eye – there
Kannan’s* true image does not appear complete:
Even if His beauteous face manifests itself – that
Choice blossoming smile conceals itself replete.

He who toils not knowing any respite – He
Whose Self works selflessly in aim altruist:
Even as you espy His mouth enunciate – that
Illustrious burgeoning form’s between and betwixt.

The pity eyes may not comprehend - in life
Kannan’s real form cannot be erased:
As if in the bosom of mature women – alas 
Might one naïve*for once be recognised.

The bee that’s made to forget honey – glowing
Fullsome in blossom yet oblivious the flower:
The paddy that forgets the nourishing sky – such
In this entire world can never be true, My Dear.

If one cannot at will recall Kannan’s face – these
Two eyes would they be of any use staying open?
Since paintings of Him cannot be seen – verily
How might this life serve any purpose, Companion?  

*Kannan: the endearing Tamil sobriquet for Krishna,
supposedly the Eighth Avatar of Vishnu, one of the trinity of gods of the God-Head Brahman. 
*PEthai: also means a simple-minded woman; a girl from five to seven years old; or a haemophrodite.

(from the sequence: “Kannan – My Lover (2)” in Bharathiyar Kavithaigal. Chennai: Kavitha Publications, 2006, pp. 273-274.)



TRANSLITERATION


Asai mukam maranthu pOccE
rAgam :   PILAHARI

Asai mukam maranthu pOccE - ithai 
yAriDam solvEnaDi thOzhi?(Refrain)
nEsam marakkavillai nenjam - enil 
ninaivu mukam-marakkalAmO?(Ref: Asai)

kaNNil theriyuthoru thOTram - athil 
kaNNanazhagu muzhuthillai?
naNNu muka vaDivu kANil - antha 
nalla malar chirippai kANOm?(Ref:Asai)

Oivu mozhithalum illAmal - avan 
uruvai ninaittirukkum uLLam?
vAyu-muraippathuNDu kaNDAi - anda 
mAyan pugazhinaiyai pOthum?(Ref: Asai)
kaNkaL purinthu viTTa pAvam - uyir 
kaNNan uru marakkalAccu?
peNgaLinattilithu pOlE - oru 
pEthaiyai munbu kaNDathuNDO ?(Ref: Asai)

thEnai maranthirukkum vaNDum - oLi 
chirappai maranthu viTTa pUvum?
vAnai  maranthu irukkum payirum - intha 
vaiyya muzhuthum illai - thOzhi?(Ref: Asai)

kaNNan mukam maranthu pOnAl - intha 
kaNgaL irinthu payan uNDO?
vaNNa paDammum illai kaNDAi - ini 
vAzhum vazhi yennaDi thOzhi?(Ref: Asai)


Paratiar Chuppiramaniam (Bharathiyar Subrahmaniayam) – 1882-1921
(Abridged version)

Chuppiramaniyam who distinguished himself with his compositions at the early age of eleven was conferred the title of « Bharathiyar » by the King of Ettayapuram though he later moved away from his court to become a teacher in Madurai and a journalist in Madras (Chennai). Having lost his mother at five and his father at sixteen, he was married at fourteen to Sellamma, and yet he found time to work for the Indian Independence Movement : he was present at the Congress in Calcutta where he met the old guard under Swami Vivekananda, and later at Rajagopalachariyar’s place in Chennai, he met Mahatma Gandhi. He had had to escape British colonial disapproval for his activities by finding refuge in Pondicherry under French connivance from 1911 to 1918. He wasn’t quite happy there either, so on his re-appearance in Tamil Nadu (Madras Presidency), he was arrested and remanded for a month. He continued to write and publish, and, in 1917, his most popular collection: Kannan Pattu was released. In 1921, he was badly mauled by the temple elephant at ThiruvallikkENi, and he passed away – due to stomach complications – on September the 12th., at the age of 39.
Bharathiyar or « Mahakavi » (Great Poet) belongs in a long and reverred line of « saintly » poets, beginning in the sixth century with the ALVARS, and who closely resembled the Sufi poets and thinkers of the later centuries. Though born into the Brahmin caste, he disavowed all forms of social and racial discrimination and forsook the intervention of the priestly caste’s rites and ceremonies (chants and mantras) to reach out to God through direct exhortations, a form of devotion which has universally characterised the poetical effusions of these adherents throughout centuries. One might even say that when the Nobel Committee conferred its literary prize on Rabindranath Tagore’s Gitanjali, the Swedish Academy was indirectly honouring innumerable collections in all the vernaculars in the sub-continent. 
  
This poem has been widely set to music, from the eminently classical renderings of Mahathi and Karthik to the jazzed-up versions by Shankar Tucker, the latter an American clarinettist from Massachusetts making inroads into Carnatic music traditions by introducing Western classical harmony and counterpoint. The moving version by Suchitra Karthik whose voice sustains the tense and solemn mood of the poem is – sadly – drowned by the orchestra’s insensitivity (the ghatam’s painful clock-work beat) to her rôle as the principal performer. All the Carnatic classic versions are commendable even if some (Karthik’s) tend to become exercises in restraint in a low key mode. The Iyer Sisters Vidya and Vandana’s version is certainly most captivatingly nuanced, but one wishes their soothing voices would take off now and then into the release of energy the poem’s spiritual fire commands. 
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2015





      
  


Long poem by ravin Gupta | Details |

My Princess Of Imagination

                                        MY PRINCESS OF IMAGINATION
                                       -----------------------------
                                       -----------------------------

You are an empress of Heaven who descended on earth
A dear angel of God has taken birth

Your presence brings an awesome fragrance of joy
You are more beautiful than the Helen Of Troy

You resemble a symbol of peace, calmness, wonder and cheer
Like numerous scented flowers engulfed the entire atmosphere

Your presence enthralls the atmosphere with such an ardent passion
Flowers bloom, birds sing, oceans roar, Heaven rejoices in a supernatural fashion

Being a stranger but yet so familiar is an experience of mystery
I wanna be with your present, wanna be with the dreams of your future but never become your past history

I know nothing of you... but your life is a holy book written so well
Synonymous in nature to a religious novel

Every word of which would be so pious and divine
Their utterance will strengthen my soul and make it purely refined

And every word of which I wish you would share with me
And I would keep on listening with extreme curiosity

Hope this book of your life is so lengthy never ending and complicated
That while explaining me with clarity, your entire life is dedicated
Going through your inspiring life will make my mind so captivated
That in things of the world my attention will be never diverted

I would sync deep into your thoughts dreams and emotions
Explore your life like navigating through the depth of mighty oceans
The facts of your life will be as delightful as your nature
Synonymous in experience with a lifetime adventure 
                          to be remembered forever

I wish I was a memorable entity always alive in the vicinity of your thought
Some one who gifted u a special feeling which is beyond the scope of being bought
Spiritual connection with you is magical pleasure. My soul rejuvenates a lot

Your life is extraordinary, it is an eternal bliss
Similar to such a wonderful voyage, the bitter past I shall never reminisce 

Your soul resembles heaven's beauty filled with an angel's grace
I wish to find rest and comfort in such a sacred place

Worldly creatures are mesmerized by your supreme fragrance of serenity
The peace u provide, the calmness u bring resembles an heavenly entity
Synonymous to a medical replenishment of decaying souls to repair all their defects
Such that all disturbance, grief and sorrow are conquered and lose their effects

By the holiness of your spirit every evil existence shall perish
This divine revolution will leave behind only sweet remains to cherish
You bring forth the delight of eternity, a heavenly aura and shine
Which enlightens, encourages depressed souls, their lives renewed and new hopes defined

The everlasting impact of your presence inspires me to build an immortal attachment
And reside under your shadow which symbolizes an abode of holy settlement

I observe a pattern of silence in your behavior
I am unsure if this is part of your natural gesture
What is the reason for this sense of melancholy strain?
May be there is some trauma which brings you pain
Some moments of life you spend in mere solitude
What made u acquire such a lonely attitude?

I pray in your life there must not be any sorrow
Even if there is, I would willfully like to borrow
Any cloud of darkness over your life is beyond my tolerance
No power can besiege your holy throne of reverence

Alas and at last, there is something to say
I am striving with a pathetic feeling of dismay
Why I am so helpless that can not talk to you
Why are you a stranger? Am I some one so new?
Albeit a stranger, why I feel myself so close to you

Its my dream to talk to you for indefinite moments 
To disturb this peaceful conversation, i would'nt prefer ugly opponents

The passion of my imagination is beautiful far beyond the facts of reality
Where in I understand your holy life book in the sacred place with sanctity

I believe you live on earth but exist in the wonders of heaven
Alas your presence in my life may be something I am against hope hopen

Wish for an opportunity to express myself to you
Seems an awkward desire as u consider me so new

In the vision of my imagination, I will always find you near
Your divine presence eliminates any syndrome of fear
And I promise to cherish your presence in my memories till my days are over

I recognize your adorable nature rather than your beautiful look
I already defined you Synonymous to a precious holy book

Wish these feelings on your mind will have a profound impact
Finding acceptance in your life is still an unknown fact
Unknown is whether I bear that supreme fortune to experience your acceptance
Or Else you would consider me unimportant and indulge me in repentance

Wishing you all the best in your future endeavors
To honour my thoughts, please do me some small favours

Give me a true promise that you will forget me never
Request you to cherish these thoughts in your memory with pleasure
And edify yourself as heavenly princess as you are an eternal treasure

Thank You


Long poem by Peter Hall | Details | . You can read it on PoetrySoup.com' st_url='http://www.poetrysoup.com/poem/gods_bag_of_sugar_635644' st_title='God's bag of sugar'>

God's bag of sugar

God's bag of sugar 
Burst all over the North
The sweet scent of the stars are pleasant to the eyes.

The limiltless strength of the belt of Orion
Three stars in one belt, 
That only God can bind
Bring wonder to the limited soul
Points to...

The clustered jewels of Pleades
Has strength in numbers
Beautiful
Bright 
Like God's people are bound to each other
And to Him,
Only a powered God can bind such beauty.

The Major Bear cares for the Minor Bear
Father God growls to the enemies of His Cubs,
Caring,
Sharing life at His own expense.

The Milky band 
The covering
Wraps its arms around the globe
Never ends
Bright
Each named part never fails, ever,
Seen by those who search

The North Star is unmoved
An absolute
Never changes
Everything else revolving around it
Assures
Comforts
For all to see
For all who want to see.

Have you tasted God's bag of sugar ?.
It's very sweet.



“Can you bind the cluster of the Pleiades, Or loose the belt of Orion? Can you bring out Mazzaroth (Zodiac) in its season? Or can you guide the Great Bear with its cubs? Do you know the ordinances of the heavens? Can you set their dominion over the earth? (North Star) (?Job? ?38?:?31-33? NKJV)

For by Him all things were created that are in heaven and that are on earth, visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or principalities or powers. All things were created through Him and for Him. And He is before all things, and in Him all things consist. And He is the head of the body, the church, who is the beginning, the firstborn from the dead, that in all things He may have the preeminence. (?Colossians? ?1?:?16-18? NKJV)

He alone spreads out the heavens, And treads on the waves of the sea; He made the Bear, Orion, and the Pleiades, And the chambers of the south; He does great things past finding out, Yes, wonders without number. If He goes by me, I do not see Him; If He moves past, I do not perceive Him; If He takes away, who can hinder Him? Who can say to Him, ‘What are You doing?’ (?Job? ?9?:?8-12? NKJV)

He made the Pleiades and Orion; He turns the shadow of death into morning And makes the day dark as night; He calls for the waters of the sea And pours them out on the face of the earth; The LORD is His name. (?Amos? ?5?:?8? NKJV)

The heavens declare the glory of God; And the firmament shows His handiwork. Day unto day utters speech, And night unto night reveals knowledge.

Milky Way...Their line has gone out through all the earth, And their words to the end of the world. In them He has set a tabernacle for the sun...Its rising is from one end of heaven, And its circuit to the other end; And there is nothing hidden from its heat. (?Psalms? ?19?:?1-2, 4, 6? NKJV)

O LORD, our Lord, How excellent is Your name in all the earth, Who have set Your glory above the heavens!...When I consider Your heavens, the work of Your fingers, The moon and the stars, which You have ordained, What is man that You are mindful of him, And the son of man that You visit him? (?Psalms? ?8?:?1, 3-4? NKJV)

There are also celestial bodies and terrestrial bodies; but the glory of the celestial is one, and the glory of the terrestrial is another. There is one glory of the sun, another glory of the moon, and another glory of the stars; for one star differs from another star in glory. So also is the resurrection of the dead. The body is sown in corruption, it is raised in incorruption. It is sown in dishonor, it is raised in glory. It is sown in weakness, it is raised in power. It is sown a natural body, it is raised a spiritual body. There is a natural body, and there is a spiritual body. (?I Corinthians? ?15?:?40-44? NKJV)

“To whom then will you liken Me, Or to whom shall I be equal?” says the Holy One. Lift up your eyes on high, And see who has created these things, Who brings out their host by number; He calls them all by name, By the greatness of His might And the strength of His power; Not one is missing. Why do you say, O Jacob, And speak, O Israel: “My way is hidden from the LORD, And my just claim is passed over by my God”? Have you not known? Have you not heard? The everlasting God, the LORD, The Creator of the ends of the earth, Neither faints nor is weary. His understanding is unsearchable. He gives power to the weak, And to those who have no might He increases strength. (?Isaiah? ?40?:?25-29? NKJV)

because what may be known of God is manifest in them, for God has shown it to them. For since the creation of the world His invisible attributes are clearly seen, being understood by the things that are made, even His eternal power and Godhead, so that they are without excuse, because, although they knew God, they did not glorify Him as God, nor were thankful, but became futile in their thoughts, and their foolish hearts were darkened. (?Romans? ?1?:?19-21? NKJV)

For we did not follow cunningly devised fables when we made known to you the power and coming of our Lord Jesus Christ, but were eyewitnesses of His majesty...And so we have the prophetic word confirmed, which you do well to heed as a light that shines in a dark place, until the day dawns and the morning star rises in your hearts; (?II Peter? ?1?:?16, 19? NKJV)


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 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...


Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Life found in a Dream

Life found in a Dream 
Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
                                     This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


Long poem by randall graves | Details |

Moment to Reflect

Today I’m a lonely man living in a cold, cold world filled with indifferences and malice. As time marches on a harsh reality come to my mind, time is on no one’s sided, it is only given once and all must die and tomorrow is not guaranteed. This seems so mean because having no one to really love or so it seemed, I was just a lone no one was on my team.
I started to think and reminisce about the think in life that I missed. Tears appeared in my eyes and my heart skips a beat so I lay down and felled into a deep, deep sleep. Suddenly and to my surprise I was on a beach with soft sand underneath feet. The sky was so blue and the air smelled oh so sweet; it dawned on me that this was a place few have ever seen.
I walk down to the water and what did I see; the sea was strange so let me explain; it was made of crystal with a glow all of its own and the waves gave off a musical tone. As my mind adjusted to sounds and the sight I spied out another wonderful delight. There across the sea, a city brighter than the northern lights, oh what a beautiful sight.
I fell down to my knees overwhelmed by the glory that was before me. I thought that I had died and stepped to the other side. I knew what I was seeing before just could not be true, such beauty, it could not exist, not in my world, never like this. A melody that I have never heard before arose from the City across that crystal sea. It had to be played by Angels, the music was so, so sweet; that I felt a joy from my head to my feet and knew deep in my heart that was where I belong,
Just when I decided to dive in and swim to the other side, I heard a soft voice call out my name. I turned around to see who it was that called out my name. There He was this gentle looking Man with sadness in His eyes. He spoke to me and this is what He said; my son, my son you cannot dive in and swim to the other side. So I ask Him why I can’t swim to the other side, that’s easy for me, am going to try.  No, no, no it not for you it not your time was His only reply. I did not understand His reason but I felt His command and suddenly my feet was stuck in the sand, I cried out with hurt and pain in my voice; what lies on the other side, who are you and why can I not go on the other side?
This is the story that He told:
The city that you see beyond the crystal sea it belongs to me and it has streets that are paved in gold. Many mansions lining the roads and in each one there are treasure that are a wonder to behold. There is no hunger, sickness or death, life everlasting and there you can find rest, for all eternity you will be My guest.  Now I will answer your second question, my son, my son; I Am, who I Am! I came to earth a long time ago prepare The Way for all my children to come home. This is some that you should know, for it was written for all a long time ago and I am always with you in your times of needs you are never ever all alone. Last but not the least you ask me why; my son, my son it not your time. 
Seek and you will find, knock and the door will be open, and until you love Me, it will never be. Now go back and remember what you seen and what you have heard, because time grows short. Spread My words that My kingdom draws near, repent, repent and stop causing Me tears.
I suddenly opened my eyes and I was home in my bed and I start to cry. Never have I felt such joy and peace deep within. I went down on my knees and I ask the Lord Jesus to please come in and would you please forgive me of all of my sins, please live inside of me until the end. I sow the seeds and when the harvest comes you will know where it can from. Keep this in mind cause when it is time He will separate wheat from the weeds and set all of His children free.
(Warning, Warning)
The time is now, and do it before it to late! 
Time is on no one side.
Everyone want to go to heaven but no one want to die.
You do not have to worry if you have Jesus inside.
He there for the asking want you try
Do you want Him? He want you, it about free will and you must choose.
The Gift is free, Heaven are hell which will it be?
I hope that I have sowed a seed and it will grow, but it will only grow if you truly believe and have faith deep within your heart and soul.
Time waits for no one!
Faith is something sight unseen will you not set your spirit free? Is it so hard for you to believe that Jesus is the answer and all you need? The door is open want you please come in? Don’t you think it time to find that Kingdom that is way up high filled with riches up in the sky?
 


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