I suppose it is not for me to say
if I am truly,
holy polycultural,
if I have given sufficient sway and swag
to ecological and eco-normic We.
My redemptive measure,
merit follows cooperatively healthy design,
deep creation,
consumption balancing nutrient production standards,
decomposition harmonizing regenerating practice,
not polycultural perfection,
but permacultural Climax Community intention.
Life gardens.
Some are messy and richly fruitful,
riotously joyful,
revolutionary fertile
wild voice sanghas.
Some are orderly marching
toward their own future's demise.
Most are more and less happily/healthily
somewhere in between.
Life gardens yang and yin,
out and inside
seeding back and forth across time's life-death boundary,
if here now
then not here tomorrow
outside memories still incarnating,
forming and dysfunctioning,
decaying and recaying,
make-haying while Earth's light shines bravely on
blending polycultured beauty dreams
into gracefully encultured explication,
give power and take light.
Categories:
dysfunctioning, death, earth, eulogy, garden,
Form: Parallelismus Membrorum
A silence speaks up at ungreen
age for an unknown, finding
dark matter in hiddenness
of sleazy light.
A dove in the valley of tulips
stops a flight for a wayfarer.
What was that persisists, in envioronment and bunkers ?
Queen bee will decide for a spliced
dawn of honeycomb in a bloodless coup.
The stings were the torchbearers.
A smile comes out with a walker. The
vitals were dysfunctioning.
The end does not need any comma.
Satish Verma
Categories:
dysfunctioning, art,
Form: ABC