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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Welcome to the integral states of up and becoming polypathologists, tautologically deep MindSense/BodyFeel ecologists listening graceful co-mentors before gratefully speaking ecoconscious evolutionaries. Past Yang political Angers recreate Future Yin-Fear of hated economic decomposition, recession, depression, etc.... Co-Arising Past Yang-Truths recreating Future YinYin Fertility of WinWin healthy regenerativity. Let us check our polypathic receptors together. What do monocultures smell like to you? Like death maybe? What about monopoly of ownership and power? Smells too hot-humid-sweaty for me. And, not that fresh sweat either. That old dried-in rank building up in some dark closed airless locked up silo of uncirculating fat deposits for months without acknowledged end. What about monochromatic? Like death racing supremacist skin and gut-burning ethno-arrogant fire. OK then, now to brighter options. What does polyculture smell like to you? Like rich fertile soil under sweet wildflower meadows surrounded by lavender bushes and wild cherries in my mouth and on my dripping hands, while stomping grapes into wine that smells as rich and fertile as maple's spring sap. How about polymorphic fragrances? Green grasses and wooded forests of trees, yet also bloody metallic-boned noses and surfing seas and a faint whiff of well-fed farty asses. Hmmm. Polyhedral? Fragrant fractal fusions of surfing saltwater on a warm sunny day with a cool pacific breeze caressing my nose and eyes and ears and atlantic hair, noticing horizons as clouds yet also other seasonable opportunities, reasonable dialectical dipolarity, the equivo-ambivalent center of surf Yang Inhale with Yin Stretching Out concave... Sounds like a good day at the beauty beach? No, that's the smell of polypathy, total genius smells like money that's been sea-salt stored in a very special place by a very special someone, wanting to invest totally in me, each Other, and Earth's full Tribal health. Polypaths smell like healthy cooperative wealth. To me, anyway. How 'bout you?
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