Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
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
So, here I sit
while economic advisor Fuller
explicates his negative corollary:
sociopathic Win-Lose strategies of domination
and dissonant relationships with oneself
Earth and all her diversely lovely tribes,
is business-as-usual competitive investment
or disinvestment away from:
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
This Universal Credit Union follows Intelligent Cooperative Design,
active mutual-mentoring principles and investment policies,
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,
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
neighborhoods and indigenous communities of increasingly siloed,
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,
remain most rationally
and cooperative economists;
rather far afield from Dominatrix
short-term stock holder incorporation,
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
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,
lack of discernible relationship,
lack of an on-target balance,
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,
This permaculturing credit union actively loves win-win cooperation
Time's power is not our ultimate shared enemy.
Time reveals its nutritious and/or toxic nature
through our relationships,
our actions together or divisive,
through what we absorb,
and what we produce,
what we dissonantly or confluently offer
with each communication,
Given your current assets,
property and cooperative political and sociotherapeutic values,
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,
and balancing purpose of synergetic,
We only give downstream, toward our future,
what and whom we would all hope to receive from upstream's past.
We never give out to a hopeless past;
we always give in to our faithful present.
We never give back our gifts from time's past.
We always give forward
to cooperatively invest in our shared therapeutic future.
We soar through time's economy together
when we avoid competing to individually fly up and out and apart.
Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Consciousness is internally co-incidental.
Today I want to talk about possibilities
for permaculturally dynamic,
which are, by definition, natural systemic,
between Left-brain deductive consciousness,
Right-brain inductive subconsciousness,
and an entropic boundary between these two interior landscapes,
which we call unconsciousness.
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,
implied mutual attraction of any gravitational bilaterality.
And, these coincidental correlations can be positive or negative trending
as experienced through bilateral consciousness.
But, when correlations of informing deductive consciousness are positive trending,
our Right-brain "sub"conscious awareness
of coincidental proportion
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,
our balancing Right brains coincidentally correlate
with double-bind subconscious memory loops,
using DNA lexicon,
and equi-proportionately feminist,
This coincidental correlation responds to Left-brain's question
"What is a revolution of life?"
"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,
distorted information ergodic boundary
between Left and Right hemispheric balance.
Right brain intuitive awareness
seems to be how we have culturally marginalized,
oppressed and suppressed
permacultural cognitive confluent consciousness;
how Western and Male and Right-hand dominant cultures
disempowered our Yin-Yin,
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
"Eternal Universally Open Moment"
optimizing DNA lexicon's potential information,
with enthymematic form
and positive OVER negative function
and flow and flux
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"
as we learn to see what was not conscious
as what is coincidentally,
dynamic as cognitive,
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,
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
fractal-octave root frequences
and functions of communication
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 |
Imagine we live in an eco-normative story
of competing for wealth-commodities,
cash piled in quantifiable currencies,
collectively blinded to our Win-Win
biological health and well-being value roots.
One day, our Permacultural Received View
unveils a co-operatively synergetic evolution of positive health
and articulation of mutual subsidiarity--
natural laws of economic and political
and psychological and biological
health and survival through thrival
with Ecological Wealth objectives
defining spiritual principles, procedures, ethics
laws of co-operative solidarity,
co-passionate peace with ecojustice for all,
mutually subsidiary freedoms to live full healthy lives
balanced with freedom from dying deadly unhealthy deaths.
Oh, yes! this feels familiar somehow.
This appositionally poignant permaculture spectrum
originates with the emptiness of winter's purgation,
to evolve bio-systemically toward,
to incarnate as to inform,
to revolve full cycle to incorporate the opposite end of life's spectrum,
not mere half-assed egocentric and anthrocentric competitive life,
but fully sustainable health and well-being wealth
from now through our grandchildren's grandchildren,
and all their several cousins of diversely rainbowed
and sensually intelligent
forms with functional memory eco-logical species,
bio-logic information processor systems,
bicamerally fully conscious.
We reverse our Left-brain dominant economic overshoot!
As our cognitive disconnection from our own permacultural story evaporates,
this confusion about measuring wealth with money
rather than with sustainable,
about-faces toward inclusively co-operative survival
of the most synergetically interdependent systems,
positive deviant psychologizing
new economizing healthy wealth,
rather than BusinessAsUsual industry,
pursuing toxic short-term Win-Lose evolutionary designs
and plans for overshoot development;
collective worship of Left-brain dominant Ego-theism
rather than continuing our pilgrimage
toward Left-Right bicameral mutual governing equivalence values
following a nutritional thrival trail
back to our Original Big Bang ProGenitor,
TransParent Pre-Temporal Timing
of our Elder Right lens back through nutritional enculturing transparently binomial, time's core spinal fold,
erupting solid massively dense formation
out informing polyculturing functions,
fractal seasonal revolving rhythms
of radiantly Bi(0)-versive Exodus
of Love's enlightening Time.
When we choose healthy co-operative survival optimization
by starving competition to accumulate wealth deposits,
we will address stealth impoverishment,
now feverishly hiding within un-consciousness of economically
and ecologically violating Golden Rules
that advocate health and sustainable hope for all Earth's Grandchildren;
the pan-ultimate measure of a culture's true wealth
is its mutually balanced positive and negative nutritional feedback loops,
seeking our Zero-Sum Co-Operatively Healthy Win-Win
Eco-Normic Game Plan.
Polynomial Power sustainably optimizes
where monomial center trends toward Universal Co-Passion,
healthy fulsome flows and frequently reiterated functional patterns
of HereNow TransParent Bicameral Consciousness,
Ego as SoleSubject
greets and mutually bows toward
Eco-Logical WeSelf-as-SuperEco's Objective,
Bi-Nomially Permaculturally Balancing Time's 3-dimensional bodymind Space,
Pace of unfolding
Beloved Community Memory and ReDevelopment.
like messianic shamans of all times and cultures,
steward natural systems with a mutual-mentoring premise.
Our Host Environment, EcoSystem,
is both our Subject in the present moment
and our Objective reconnecting toward a shared cooperative future,
inclusive of all endogenous natural systems, species,
air and water flows,
sun and shadow glows.
This SuperEco ProGenitor
Hosts and Teaches
through Elder Memory synchronicity.
First, permaculturing prophets and alchemists listen
requiring the purgation of Ego-
confluent with all SpaceTime balance and harmonies,
flows with positive and negative functions, ionic frequencies,
cognitive dissonance too often hiding
psychological dynamics striving for comprehensively balanced
Eco-Zero-Centrism and Balance,
as EcoLogical BioJustice Economics and CoOperative Governance.
Bicamerally Left-Right confluent con-science
brings sustainable healthy wealth of RNA-rooted memory systems.
Bicameral Binomial-Consciousness emerges
as human nature's cooperative stewardship
our co-mentoring vocation,
Commons-space syntax shared with equal rights
by all Earth's Natural Systems.
EgoCentrism is eisegetically held as good and normal and appropriate
only as long as AnthroCentrism remains Left-brain Dominant,
continues economically incarnating through Win-Lose competitive assumptions
rather than choosing permacultural models
for EctoSymbiotic Polycultural Revolution.
A Boddhisatva-Ego lives in cooperative service with SuperEco,
Universally Thermodynamic Balanced (0)-Centric,
bio- and eco-logical,
caretaker and metric "PlaceHolder" Polyculturist
within Earth's RNA-syntax Tribes,
encultured fractal (0)-sum economically cooperative souls,
blossom Beloved Economic Community
in full "Climax",
incarnating integrative positive trending economic development,
as transmillennial revolution
away from pursuing wealth,
toward co-operative health
as our ecological paradigm
and economically sustainable re-exodus toward wealth optimization
with equivalent freedom for all,
and Beloved co-passionate peace.
Time gardens out.
Long poem by
Vic Pister | Details |
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
Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details |
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.)
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
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
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
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details |
Bucky Fuller Big Bang.
Bucky Fuller Big Brain
My Friend Bucky Fuller
came down to me today.
grows not-not binomial
and gravitates aft
Space and Time
poetry as rhyme
Convex and Concave!"
My Friend Rumi Gloomy
said to me today,
"When you are perpetually yearning
and searching for Health's Holonic Spirit,
you will, in time, conquer all obstacles."
"When you are perpetually yearning
and contentedly searching for Nature,
you will, in time,
conquer all dissonance
and unbalanced issues,
suffering bicameral cognitive irrationality."
My Friend Bucky Lao-tse,
enjoyed laughing to himself
about this racey quality of Time:
When the highest type of Nature hears Time,
Becoming co-arises in confluence with it,
When mediocre Nature hears Time,
Being grows coincidentally aware and yet unaware of Becoming Time.
When negative Lose-Losers hear Time,
Decomposition breaks into 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 Polyculture.
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
Co-Redemptive Trees of Life.
Superior character appears like a hollow
Negative Yin function as Sheer white
Great logic and justice appear insufficient
with (-),( );
Fractal RNA linear function appears (-),(-)
double-bound ambiguity entropic
Pure value appears like decompositional double-Yin-Yin.
Great space has no absence of Convex Yang;
Great virtue takes long to mature;
Yang Full-Left deductive,
back toward future Yang/Yin
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 (0) diametric function
emerges fully contoured fractal
and dimensional as 4-Prime Linear;
And Time hides within a +Polynomial
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 Bosonic ring of time
emerges square root fractally,
Time can only push out convex,
4-dimensionally and seasonally smooth-structured,
coincident concaving past with future rings of octave function.
Each prime ringing Eulerian function,
predicts and predicates,
a dia-cycle earlier,
whether that be a moment
or a year,
or a day,
or some transactional prime relationship
objectively and naturally economized
Time's prior seasonal "moment"
of bio-metrically calculable DNA-encoded time.
My friend the Wise Doctor
told me what to say,
Time's dimension emerges coincidentally,
subjectively shy of consciousness
as virginal fertility,
and objectively ecological potential information,
rationally and primally bilinear,
with (+) radiating
in forward-Yang perspective,
while (-),(-) bi-linearly mutually decompositional,
within metaphysical-only time,
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
PositiveVector-Yang OVER NegativeVortex-Yin-Yin,
Constant Temporal Tao dual-dark Twoness,
with square root of +/(-)0-dimensional Prime Fractal.
Please confirm this hypothetical as True,
that Hydrogen's "1"
is also a fractally balanced
dynamic of temporal self-perpetuating
Bosonic composite of Elements
just as RNA is composed
Midway balancing U+C+A+G.
In this way,
we might bring our Universal Atomic-ionic
and Thermodynamic-ergodic theories
of bi-linear Time with 3-dimensional Space
c-squared + c-squared + c-squared
trinitarian synergy of equivalence to
and P = NP as +1/(-),(-)0binary Tao
Balancing this Tree of Life's Uniting Wisdom Time.
Ecological Language strings our Win-Win Game
teleological strategy and song,
and Zero-Soul bicameral Theorem
using bio-metric DNA double-smooth structured
elliptical prime boundary-structure,
with Permaculture Design's RNA-rooted
All this, running on
to tell our Great Transitional Understory
of Religion and Natural Reason's Beloved
Concave within Con-Vexed.
Long poem by
ravin Gupta | Details |
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
Long poem by
Peter Hall | Details |
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
The clustered jewels of Pleades
Has strength in numbers
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,
Sharing life at His own expense.
The Milky band
Wraps its arms around the globe
Each named part never fails, ever,
Seen by those who search
The North Star is unmoved
Everything else revolving around it
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 |
Like the foolish owls
we made enemies with falcons,
now we are doomed forever
to live amongst the ruins.
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-entitlement history
and monocultural excesses?
What to do, how to respond,
to totalitarian tyranny
within my own ego-centrism,
and within another's home,
These questions of avoiding negative monopolizing trends,
monochromatic elitist races
toward presumption and resumptions of mutual immunity
grow perennially in Spring's garden bed
of polycultural nutrient hopes,
and permacultural 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,
monolithically lost in ghetto silo circuits
of over-specialized deductive blackness,
stagnant genetic pools blind to what remains
of deductive-inductive integrity's analogical growth potential.
What did I think could not be coincidental
about co-arising rhythms of revolutionary dissonance
and epicentered patterns of evolutionary confluence?
Why do I fear
resisting ecocentric co-entity surrender,
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,
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
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 cointegrative, 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,
co-arising back as forth
uncovers (0)-Core balance toward equanimity,
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 silent 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
egocentric, rather than compellingly cooperative eco-centric,
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 SuperEgo Yang and
coincidentally polyculturing yinyin 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
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
Laura Breidenthal | Details |
In a sudden nodding shift,
I was lifted into the air by the hard wings of the Devil
His putrid stench waking me from what seemed all dream
And upon a balcony of singed vine and blackened soot,
He set me standing
The persistent chirping and buzzing,
Wailing and crying from the maelstrom gnawed my gut
As my eyes opened to this new creation
Swooping swiftly beside me, a tower of jagged filth and beauty all in one,
He looked down upon me, and out at the parted maelstrom,
And the mighty blue-green light pulsating periodically in golds and reds
Emanating in the center of its massive attachment on the walls of the pit
I stood beside him, in awe of my placement,
In awe of such a purpose now,
A moment that seemed so peaceful, yet full of plot and rot
For he rots and rots in his pit, delightful of it
Estranged from the light, and still intrigued by its merge with his nasty night
By the collaborating genius of his spite, and my light
“Look here, woman,
At the breathing entity before you,
How I breathe like you, sing like you, dream like you
And yet we are parted by such a thing as order
That in the command of your God you stand resilient before me
Splitting my maelstrom to merge with your light
And in turn releasing in me, confusing delight
I am most fortunate to attain such a pleasure as this
That He in such faith has put you before me,
To prove we cannot ignite each other
To prove we cannot delight each other
Did He so believe you would sing these duets,
With sustaining soul and heart,
Without a withered doubt to part
To mark your superiority and strength,
Gainst a prisoner of art…”
I gazed at the masterpiece before me,
Having only heard his song in the background of the increasingly loud buzzing
And my eyes turned to face his gaze,
For the masterpiece he beheld, was a masterpiece he wished to graze
“I have suffered lesions of doubt in my past life, Prince,
Entities of darkness swarming like the insects buzzing in your maelstrom,
Their almost human temperaments convincing downfalls I was cursed with
How we are not as righteous as the next prisoner of sin
How we are no different, no special, and nobody wins…
I am not sad that you are here, Devil,
I do not grieve you like a poor kitten in a drainpipe,
Like a wounded bird screeching for its wings to bring it upright,
You have brought this residence of woe onto yourself,
And for that I cannot apologize,
I cannot sympathize,
Or recognize the true feelings your trampled heart forays
I have risen above such angry, bitter and blackened thoughts,
To make need and necessity crave for spirit of truth,
To rest in virtuous contemplation of a heartier creation…
I look out upon this parted maelstrom and see your allowance of my light,
Though I know you cannot fully appreciate what it means to love,
To appreciate the sheer brilliance of its swell,
Its contrast of color from the green-blue fires,
To the gaping swirls and screams of your hell
I do not feel sorry for what you have done,
But for what will become of you
In the ending times,
Where I will say goodbye
We shant meet upon this balcony as we do today,
Watching our creation, and singing through the fray
I will see no more the long wings,
The pulsing rings, and the fetid stings
You are a lion who will not retreat
And I am a lion who refuses to eat…”
Staring off into the beaming light,
His eyes trailing detailed swirls of screaming victims,
Hands and feet wriggling in the muck,
The monsters swimming, biting and grinning
He guided my hand to the center of my light
“See the shadows cast within the light you mast,
Your God fought me to never see how they danced,
How I serving He would always last,
That even the heartiest angels could never surpass
See how the light fights to subsist with my subordinates
How it merely sustains to point out the beauty of each flaw
How it reveals the true evils within,
How it mocks with righteous piety
The Achilles' heel of sin
Without the light in this dark,
Have I a place to retreat?
Till Your God has blessed me,
Teased me, with a lioness so prone to me
See us dance in the center between dark and light
How none leads the other,
How none crests or smothers…
This is the Domination Age woman,
Where soon my gates will be open,
Where soon, even your light cannot remain so bright
Gainst the growth of the grin of my beastly scheme
I don’t need you to be sorry for me, woman!
Only awed, inspired, enlightened!
How this new revelation reveals command only in hiding
You are no longer lion, dreadful daughter in my sight
You are a leech, a vermin, ready to eat, retreat and reveal
You are the messenger to all you stand up for
A slave, in a way, to understanding this bottomless me…”