Genius Sorta Smells
Welcome to the integral states of up and becoming polypathologists,
tautologically
deep MindSense/BodyFeel ecologists
listening graceful co-mentors before gratefully speaking
eco-woke up
and wiki out evolutionaries.
Past Yang political Angers
recreate Future Yin-Fear of hated economic decomposition,
recession,
depression, etc....
Co-Arising
Past Yang-Truths
recreating Future Yin-Integrity
of WinWin healthy inter-religioning
AnthroPassion/EarthPleasure regenerativity.
Let us check our polypathic receptors together.
What do monocultures smell like to you?
Like encroaching death maybe?
What about monopoly of ownership and power?
Smells too hot-humid-sweaty
overpowering for me.
And, not that fresh sweat either.
That old dried-in
rank building up
inside some dark closed airless
locked up claustrophobic silo
of uncirculating fat deposits
for months
without acknowledged constipation issues.
What about monochromatic?
Like black death racing through 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 blueberried hands,
while gleefully stomping grapes into wine
that smells as passionately pleasing
as maple's re-springing sap.
How about polymorphic fragrances?
Green grasses
and wooded forests of trees,
yet also bloody metallic-boned noses
for surf rising seas
in warming seasons
with an emergent whiff
of over-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 clouded cathedral horizons
yet also other seasonable opportunities,
reasonable dialectical dipolarity,
the equivo-ambivalent center of surf Yang Inhale
with Yin Stretching Out concave exfailing
polyculturing integrity...
Like a fairly 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 reviving you?
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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