Long Composted Poems

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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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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...

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Spring Sonnet

The microscopic lifeforms in my soil
Sense the rising in degrees Celsius.
Old Summer’s red wiggler worms now uncoil,
While hungry birds look down most odious.

Most showers now done, the weeds envelope
The surviving herbs, flowers, plus veggies.
Like...

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