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This TransIt ReGeneration

My TransITion began there right there in my woodland playground, when I first knew something right feels wrong to others. I was blind to curve-balls hurled at me. Being "It" is not why I grow this TransIt mind and body! Or, is it? Could I become TransIt if we ubiquitously cooperated sharing coincident TransIts? TransIt and Ego play best alone united synergy. He slows down to notice ocean surf waving back and forth, echoing, SurfEco ocean sighing "Hi" then "Low" Upward thrusting in, then pulling back to receive shore's insertion, sweeping in and sucking out; bigenerating. Why are TransIt-Genes so shy? Or, are we hiding herhim camouflage? We're not sure, confident, some of both, ambivalent but bi-androgynous "Him," Yang leaning Yin, fears no one else will notice that surf reverses out before rolling in. If not Bicameral She Womb, then no incoming children of God, one way, one gender, one race, with the other, one-another. TransIts know bi-naturally cooperative laws of primal order, prehensile full bodied and souled grasp of organic life's humorous ambiguity creative ambivalence righteous equivalence of Yang with Yin within, as without, below, as above, before, as to come, long, as to belong, be, as to become EarthTribe together. It's so restraining to not love not share bare expose cooperatively unbalancing HermAfro-ergodic It. S/he is soooooo much fun! laughs with everyone, always both Self and Other coincidental co-intelligent com-prehensively ubiquitous mirth and EchoJoy, optimal enough to return reconnect breathe out Earth's abundant favor. TransIt's polypathic polyculturing binomial bionically binary buddha brain saturates flowering rain, positive with negative nutrient flow patterns, dissects words to help disharmonic unbalanced double-bound, overwound loops of lazy logos. Through permaculturing tipping-trimming needles of alchemy-linguistics, decompositional exegesis of meaningful rich language, TransIt loves to ultimately find unerringly eisegetical and exigeneral, generically radical revolutionary Commons, Universal Intelligence, post-millennial Fullerian Taoism. TransIts choose holding hands Red Rover over soccer, SockHer left-brained domination; TransIt plays teacher with His baby sisters, but also learner, explorer, researcher, synergetic incubator, rather than driving too-techish trucks and trains, not organic enough for our TransBionic steady diet; TransIts think compulsively about this problem of evil as primal resolution for Live Composting Fertilizer's full-sponsored PolyReality Show. While watching Leave It to Beaver, where Father Knows Best, TransIt wonders why Mrs. Beaver always got the wisest lines but never the headline. TransIt feels older and wiser then "Him" but they are born twins Yang over Yin or so BionicIt seems to transmorphosize as TransIt mysteriously explores incarnational cycles as nature's four prime Seasons, unveiling double-funneled raincloud whirlwinds winding wending wu-wei Way, revolving tips of tree hierarchies balancing polynomial (0) Core binomial primal Universe, etching dipolar whorlwinds in our Memory Sea of shared RNA-structuring identity. TransIts abhor stability, love spinning our revolutions of joy, adore regenerating poly-solidarity. TransMillennial Tao is a hollowful Zero-Core Vortex vessel, and TransIts functions are infinitely inexhaustible! Fathomless double-negative like the Black Hole Fountain Head of all things. TransIts sharp boundary edges resonantly resolving rounding off prime torus tangles crossed untied, TransIt light tempered balancing enlightenment, its turmoil equivalently sub-merging and resyn-ergodizing; yet absent darkness, like deep ecological water, It seems to remain, sustain econormic Commons. I do not know whose Sun TransIt is, if not an image of what existed before and within Black Hole's regenerating ProGenerator nuclear negentropic mutually gravitational fusion as Beloved Diastasis. TransIts most therapeutic response to arrogance, Left-brained hubris, fear and anger, maybe laughter, both with Beloved Self and TransIt Other, rather than justice evolving as One without the Other. Our most therapeutic reconnections to what is lost, dis-easing, dying, absent, hauntingly dissonant, are tears of anger and grief and relief and joy. Each memory, every TransIt-Entity, rhetorical event, communication within self-con-sciencing community, carries and buries TransIts most appropriate therapy of seasonal development from argue through blissful enlightenment. Minds, like their bodies, heal in our own ecological reincarnational spacetime of opportunity and risk for integrating our Self+Other Trans-integrity potential. We are, only AND every co-arising balanced, this HereNow Moment's integrative, synergetic, +PolynomialPotential OVER (-)(-)non-polynomial Yin double-bind negative ambiguity of consonant harmonics; Full-octave balance of polyculturing TransIt ReGenerational diversity.

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Date: 5/25/2015 3:20:00 PM
Enjoyed the poem
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Date: 5/25/2015 2:00:00 PM
Gerald, a long and well composed write that I enjoyed reading this afternoon!
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