The missing letters are feared lost better calls shrieked into the mossy night where hovering the moon delights, in wolfish cries and another bursts the devil called and answered Ms. Hearst so while the nighttime day's mirror... cries are heard! They said that amber was a rock no more, for if serendipitously defined then hulking over the river is the divestment of the vines, but modern day America hasn't won the currency war, the Euro has it's place ensured, and though we wile through rows of corn our hearts aflutter as others mourn, be crisp beneath that blotted out apple tree, the asylum loves apple juice for free.
in materials science and nanoscience we do not produce strange chemicals or chemistry.
the divestment from chemical engineers and turning in of the repetitive research violations beneath our electrical engineering controls is not cartel, only a correction of the development grants legally allotted to firms to coordinate a conclusion to production lines and manufacturing processes.there is no further material extraction allowed from the universal laws of physics than can be validated in the cost analysis. human beings can not be manufactured, therefor budgets are cut, payrolls are dumped and as people are dying in the streets, the tax revenue must shift to housing laws and overbloated county worker payrolls endure layoffs as a buy-product of a failure to progress with the times.
over ruled.
Power analysis
traditionally follows investment
and divestment of money
and kleptocratic energy.
Which is all fine and good,
but, as I recall,
the truth of sustainable power trends
has more to do with the healthy beauty
and the unhealthy ugliness
of where we choose to start
our co-invested redemption narrative
and where we choose to end
fixation on independent
and anthropocentric
investment choices
Evolving from
our historical revolving global dance,
green/blue health regenerative
spiraling co-passion out
and holistically co-investing in
EarthTribe's organic pleasure life
Sacred integrity's
meaning fully saturated,
demeaning powers evaporated.
Ask not
only what a Biden Presidency
will do to Wall Street,
Ask also
what will Wall Street
receive/not receive
from a continuing Trump
and nationalist Republican
legacy of public
and global,
natural
and spiritual
health divestment.
For Trumpians
our multiculturally celebrated Golden Rule
applies first to Ego
then to immediate white privileged family,
then to wealthier gated community,
then to a more rabblous Republican Party,
then to USA nationalists
European predative culture idolaters
mistaking capital-inspired Manifest Destiny
for sacred DNA theology,
then to fallen Earth,
if there is any gold left over
after all that strained dispassion,
divestment fatigue
stretching out from entitled EgoCenters.
For Green Party contemplatives,
the Democratic Golden Rule
is first celebrated with,
then applied to, planet Earth,
then all Her sacred EarthTribes,
then to humanity, alive,
dead,
and yet to arrive,
then to cooperatively co-invested local community,
then to extended family,
then to nuclear family,
then interdependent Ego,
should there by any radically inclusive Golden Rule energy
left deductive
and right inductive
to regeneratively,
win/win bicamerally, share.
Moving out feels much sadder
than moving in, more gladder--
which is poor grammar
for severance of love's embodied glamour.
Packing up
feels more like packing in
and down,
cutting ties with my own stage,
this playful working space,
for everyday self
and other witnessing life
love
hate
joy
anger
courage
fear
healing
suffering
Not a fabulously grand stage
but my intimate memories
triggered by damp basement
through dusty attic,
inside resonant
and outside growing resilient,
front yard exhibitions
and back yard more inhibited glimmers
and shivers,
dimmers
and emotive rivers
Moving out
without regard for loss
feels too surgical,
masochistic,
violent dross,
silent shriek of bad faith,
cross,
divestment from personal
political
economic
cultural placement
more sacredly cherished
than secularly calculated
in clock time to move on.
My best therapeutic intent
to know I leave this tiny spot of Earth
at least as healthy
and beautiful
as I have found her
while unpacking
in her abandoned
neglected
bramble thorned sadness
inviting my hope-filled gladness
too few years ago.
Yawns and germs
are both contagious.
So are smiles and frowns,
happy and sad,
joy and mad,
right side ups
and left side downs.
As are
good news and angry stews
health and pathology
anxious and ease
wealth and poverty
investment and divestment
compassion and violence,
positive theological experience
and negative competitive ecology.
Punishment and healing
are both contagious.
So are
injustice and peace
retribution and restoration
clean and grease
degeneration and regeneration
dying and living,
hating and loving.
What I want,
probably need,
from people of compassionate
active
positive faith
in sacred covenants
in healthy energy democracies,
in cooperative co-empathic learning systems:
Integrity,
Impressive co-investments
rather than depressive divestment,
Integral cooperative ownership
more than autonomous competitions,
Intimately transparent management
stewardship
facilitation
multiculturally vulnerable mediation
among and within Earth's holonic
holy
living webs of compassionate communication,
energy,
bicameral healthy/wealth
Intelligence, cognitive and affective,
deductive and inductive,
individual and contextual,
ego and eco,
left and right hemisphere nonduality
co-passion
co-invested balance in harmony
polypathic synergy
polyphonic
creolizing polycultural
polytheistic cooperative underlying values
for democratic global health
as EarthWealth
Is what I want,
intrinsically
intuitively need,
from people of compassionate
explicitly active
positive faith in sacred covenants,
in health-energy democracies,
in cooperative
co-empathic
deep learning communication systems.
This in-between place
and time
and space
is *****.
Neither the straightforward seer
of new beginnings
nor the recalcitrant rear
of old sweet and sour endings.
Bicameral climates of transition
listen for our most humane imaged left
and see through our most divine beauty right
symbiosis,
complexly bilateral metaphor,
secular and sacred transubstantiation
substantiating disempowering empowerment of creolization,
of co-investments, elite and non-elite,
of left investors
co-arising right effluent divestment
away from competing capital-headed
Business As Usual
In-between lose/lose alpha-point of birth
and win/win omega warm felt beauty
harmonious destiny,
Sacredly holistic resonance
co-passioning left-hemisphere resilient liturgies
Of songs verbally and non-verbally danced
rhythms entranced
co-gravitating with and toward trans-regenerative stories
of competitively deep curious and ***** cooperations,
steeped in-between courageous analogical health
as meta-phonic wealth,
Ecologically robust polypaths
toward polyphonic metaphor.
He once met a girl named Divestment,
She once heard a boy name Detachment,
they tangoed as two
and tangled til blue,
Then bore a misery child of deportment
divisioned DePartment.
S/he once met a god for Attaching
and heard herself named for Reproaching,
they tangoed as two
then tangled til through,
Then bore a hope for encroaching
healthy YangYinning
There once was a feminist
gorgeously named for Courageous
who met a patriarch named Curious,
they tangoed as two
then tangled, tis true,
Creating compassions less Furious.
"My son is a high quality person..."
POTUS
A striking presidential sentiment.
Like defending an expensive choice cut
of red meat.
This view of healthy humanity
as a valuable commodity
reminds me
of his plan for health insurance divestment:
A very, very good plan for all Americans
[who are fortunate enough to be high quality persons,
transparently free of unfortunate pre-existing
Grade B
or C
or, god forbid, Grade D
or E
or Total Fail conditions.]
The opposite of heat is cold
but what lies in-between?
The opposite of friction is fusion
and Earth's living systems evolve in-between.
The opposite of Capital Empire Expansion,
with military industrialized full-divestment strength,
is Earth ComPassionate Communication,
flowing fusion of fertile fulfillments.
In-between anthropocentric monopoly competitions
and eco-centered polycultural cooperation,
where either Win or Lose capital deduction
deviates from the thriving norm
of bilateral both Win and NotLose
compassionate seductions
Empowering love
informs enlightened economic healthcare
optimally retained
with actively pleasing political passion,
interdependent polyamorous governance
Polypathic LeftCrown and RightRoot
bicamerally fusing interior peace
transforming exterior EarthJustice
politically cooperative networks.
The opposite of bear
is bull
What flows heart-felt fusion
fertilely fulfilling
in-between
sustains compassionately communing
Crown and Root communication.
To a tree,
universe is Time's co-arising health investment,
evolution of unfolding branches and their root systems,
merging in one co-arising
nondualistic yet dipolar appositional functions
Time of Light
and Time of DualDark,
Dark before dawn of regenerate hope,
Dark after absent dusk of despair.
For children of trees,
EartHealth
deep invests in dualdark ecology
merging fertile co-relational dreams
eco-empathic nights
decomposing health from empowering light,
and dark as deep folded
integral wealth thereof.
Regenerative investment-present/divestment-past
before future seasons
of creolizing kosmic grace,
well-planted light
evolved through enculturing
forest of oceanic breathing waves,
producing embryonic seeds
Synergetic God
of Bilateral Time's further co-arising regeneration
and co-gravitating degeneration.
Right away I saw the power of it,
knowing that the loan I made
would never be repaid;
that made me smile—
that secret, quite delicious irony
was mine to keep within my heart.
My sacrifice had just become a gift of love
I didn't even understand.
No loving person would return
remembering, or able to requite;
she acted out of need alone,
a pure divestment of her pride,
and out of need I gave—
not from a love inside,
nor from a hope of heaven,
that pain embraced. It simply
was replaced by mirth.
There is a spring
within the desert's bleak array
that flows with power
to beautify that mendicant
from whom I readily recoil,
and how I thirst!
Love is a sorcerer,
a charmer quite devoid of intellect.
Emotions may be far away,
the strings within a heart untuned
and every day the wind blows cold
across the stony ground—
yet still I smile, a lesser man complete,
beguiled that such a thing as love
has twisted sensibility, and from a tiny throne
far off in space has brought about
a new and wondrous world.
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