For Spacious Time

I need some natural, organic, spacious kinda time. Where is nature in this time, my time, our time? Perhaps nature is to time as solid forms are to flowing recreation, as body solidarity is to mind creativity, as Yang is to Yin, as Full-Blown Climaxing polycultural kinda natural jazzy space enters permacultural swingin' revolutionary time, bangin' and beatin' our hearts to ping, minds to sing, bodies take wing... Where was I, again? Well, never mind, you can't go home again in this multicultural space within permaculturing time. Shout out to your sisters and your brothers celebrating their multicultural Universalist space balancing their RightBrain Co-Synergetic Unitarian lusty kinda co-operative rhyming time. Dubois soul sings Beloved Community rhymes with Positive Integrity, opposed by that nasty one "mendacity," a negative double-binding not yet not true, our passive-aggressive cultural dissonance, lack of cooperative resonance, coupled with abject insolence, when faced with Beloved Integrity growing transgressively regenerative revolutions of space in well-timed full-racing DNA prime. Ooh!! Um-hmmm... Dubois begat integrity as Nazareth, that nada nest, begat love, as Bucky begat synergy, as Atlee begat co-intelligence, as Permaculturally natural eco-logical designs and long-term plants begat RNA's ubiquitous wisdom. Um-hmmm.. Um-hmmm.. If justice is what love looks like in public and tenderness is what love looks like in private, I'd say we're lookin better on the privates of our face than on the public beaten side of our race through space to trace this RNA place where eco-justice was most originally defined. How much more RNA do you really think there could be in white skin than in black? And would you not say that RNA is our most omnipotent, most omnipresent, most ubiquitous space and time of intelligently regenerative design? Yeah, I'm wid you, I ain't neve' heard a no more DNA in The Dominant Left-Brained Man! I jus' a dumb cooperative minded gay guy who thinks you're playin' me, and my playin' days is over! Dr. West reminds, reconnects religions, transgenerational catastrophe is to reissuing problems as torrential flooding is to dust in my cognitive dissonance eyes. A chronically possessive culture breeds a catastrophically dispossessive economy. A competitive economy breeds a rabid lack of eco-logic. Cancer cells always consider themselves chronic unresolved issues; never would think of ourselves as catastrophic, because we're just so in love with that Positive Psychology face in our monocultural mirror. The darker subconscious will have her intuitional revolution day tonight as she does every night we dream of polycultures and nightmare with co-operative strength against monocultural monotheistic monopolistic monochromatic monomial universalism. That's our Black Hole (0)womb from which our comprehensive consciousness evolved enlightenment and light, and +/- (1) bipolar bright, and dipolar transparency, as Father Time's Left Deductive gets it on with Mother Space's Right Inductive, trans-parentcy. Discerning justice, integrity, synergy loving spaces for here-and-now time, would best redeem this transparent moment as co-investment for our co-operative future Time. Balancing discernment is like learning to ride a bike, once you get the knack of positive-deductive-left greets negative co-inductive (double-bind knot, and/or not) right, with self-optimizing cooperative environmental momentum, sufficient to sustain nature's well-tempered life, the rest is just peddling, day in and night out, eventually decomposing dismount into further co-prehensile consciousness of death reborn... "naturally, organic, spacious kinda' time rollin and weavin our narrative songs sung in RNA's pre-digital key of UCAG... swingin' as we" why does breathing feel like floating and swimming inside? and what was that thing called phantom limbs of consciousness? Um-hmmm... Sing that song, all day long! Ooooh yeah! Look at our cooperative nature in this most polyculturing time. I feel sublime. Oh yeah, um-hmmm, thump to my hump, Spacious skies. Golden waves of yummy grain. Ultra-violet mountain range of consciousness, Earth's permaculturally fruitful plain. Universe's co-operatively jazzy face.