Best Composted Poems

Start and end each day,
and life,
with a taoist egg.

I doubt my eggs are religious.

No, but they are natural,
organic incubators, 
co-arising nondual yolk form
with transparent regenerative function,
cosmological purpose, maybe,
if you're a chicken,
or a turkey, 
or a sitting duck.

So you say. 
I guess these eggs are merely...

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It's hard to say where and when our town's People of Faith Cooperative started.

After all,
we have all emerged together,
and are still emerging
people of TaoGod,
right?

Our faith includes defining our still humanizing species
as among those not capable of autonomously regenerating ourselves
into our divine health functions,
or even our...

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Land Is A Loom
I sailed the fiord like inlets between Powell River and Drury Inlet.
The land itself  spoke from mountains, torents, islet
From bird song and bear splashing fishers
From rutting moose and cougars sharp incisors.
The place has a scale that needs no advisers
But in our...

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When passion plants a multicultural seed,
then justice flourishes a polypathic trusting flower.

Permaculture and polyculture, 
grow holistic cause-effect karmic significance 
for our physical, and mental, political and spiritual health.

Permacultural, as I intend it this morning,
refers to Yang’s power for nutritional resonance of natural systems; 
health-power 
that...

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I suppose you might have missed out on Paul Feyerabend's,
and especially Thomas Kuhn's Problem of Incommensurabiity.

Oh, not at all.
I have not looked at science or culture
or language
or even your attempts at communication
quite the same since I ran across their big dilemma.

Interestingly,
it shares some dynamics with...

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It wasn't all that long ago when a hole in the ground was where people would go.
Many grew sick from lack of hygiene so some one invented the pit latrine.
This greatly prevented the spread of disease. People squatted over a slab
and bent at the knees.
The...

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Perhaps we might all agree
that life’s purpose appears to grow regenerativity,
recreative memories as positive
rising above, and yet within,
and both before and after,
less creative mistrusts of ambivalently evaporating pathology outcomes.

And, if self and other regenerative health
is the DNA and RNA stuff of history positive living
and the...

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It remains my tightly held Health and WellBeing intention,
for the good of me,
yes,
but for everyone, eventually,
to continue to Win now,
although I realize this requires further Loss of and by Others
who may justifiably feel Earth's survival of the fittest
has boxed them into unfit margins of unnecessarily...

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I seek, I grow, I rise
From deep ancestral roots
Pulsating through the veins of time
Composted in truths

From deep ancestral roots
A fidelity I keep
Composted in truths
To carry on their legacy

A fidelity I keep
Nurtured with a vision
To carry on their legacy
For generations yet to come

Nurtured with a vision
Committed...

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This is not really a test.
More of a survey,
so there are no right or left answers.

Did you mean to say
Answers are both right and wrong?

Yes.
Isn't that what I said?

Not quite, but go ahead.

How would you characterize the Obama Administration
right now,
and how might that compare with...

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Feeling again

Ice water floated stagnant misery in caustic veins coffin nails and razor blades 
waited for the vultures of frosted lavish lava-daggers staring at the mirror with 
no reflection other than the murderous screams numbed by images of tangled 
ropes teasing from sunken rafts and...

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A poet full of noise you empty of sound
A pilgrimage you have trodden under ground

With every seed that nature drops
Without rain the seeds will wither out

Is this the time of the season
Have the nightingale lost their song

Immortality does not exist
A voice composted seeps into the...

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A GARDENERS DAY
~~~~~~~~~~~~~

A gardener's day starts at dawn, their hobby.
To feed the birds and water plants,
and perhaps a chat with the local Bobby?
Then exterminate some red ants.

To feed the birds and water plants, plus weeding.
Check greenhouse temperatures right.
What weeds were pulled composted if the needing?
Then...

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There is a new mythology emerging, 
Howling from the hind end of the pack, 
Scorching the composted leavings 
Of established orthodoxy as a pillar of flame 
Showing the way for true rock & rollers. 
It’s a faith to be reckoned with, 
A Force with a...

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Don't ! Ask the sun, where we were
hidden, perhaps, in that caffeine moment.
And, pondering on the empty space ! 
Don't ever say, the visual became clear
as the silver dropped, to the deep floor
like that broken sun,Yes! There are secrets
Between the doors of safety, where you...

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