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Paraphrasing Dickens
speaking of Great Expectations
through Pip's distraining voice,
Our worst religious weaknesses
and political meannesses
and self and other deprivations
are usually committed
for the sake of avoiding elitist people
whom we most actively distrust.
On the other hand,
trust invites vulnerability
as distraining poverty embraces wealth,
honesty,
integrity,
expanding democracy
and cooperative co-investment.
Oppressive religious and cultural repressions and suppressions
are opiates of multiculturing people
When monoculturing elitists
offer religious opiate addictions to domesticating ritual
thereby over-ruling democratic spiritual experience
of daily natural and cooperative liturgies.
Polycultural non-elites,
like young organic gardeners of polyphonics
and ecofeminist transgendering designers,
thrive best within an alliance
of the gentle and broken,
vulnerable and open
to new cooperative intimacies,
gentrifying neighborhoods and families
and hearts
designed by rural-memory values
for nutrition that also nurtures,
health that also wealths,
climates embracing edible and richly colored landscapes,
mindshapes
of and for regenerating
future generations
of and for polycultural cooperative EliteNetworks,
neither opiated
nor nervously nirvanaed nellies
nor disappointed
that WinLose investment
didn't turn out
as WinWin actively hoped for
through EcoPolitical Constitutions
reborn in and through each matriarchal ego/eco-doublebound
organic governing womb,
probably not so Dystopically Opiated,
at least in our moments of original cooperative conception.
Or, we could end less simply Dickens,
with Great Expectations for avoiding:
Our worst religious weaknesses
and political meannesses
and self and other deprivations,
usually committed
for the sake of avoiding elitist people
(and other divine personages,
distraining gods and goddesses)
whom we most actively,
LeftBrain dominantly,
distrust.
Permaculture design
is also Self-Other-Earth regenerative development,
with both political and economic win/win cooperative intent.
We have every reason to co-mediate
AnthroMind/EarthBody 0/1 co-binary structure
for active compassion/pleasure
in each of our landscapes,
each of our healthy relationships,
each of our win/win resilient transactions
investing our mind/body values
for dynamic ego/eco-synergetic
ecstatic-trending resonant polyvagal outcomes
for each of our private moments,
each of our public days,
each of our interdependent vocations,
each of our spiritual/natural panentheistic lives,
each of Earth's nested neuro/bio/ecosystems.
If CompassionAsUsual polycultural health
v monocultural uncurious narcissistic pathology
is how we invest most days,
then perhaps PermaCulture Design and Development,
could become more of an interdependently weaving Sabbath,
with mutual health and gratitude intentions and practices,
liturgies and dances and mystical songs of fire and water,
nutrient streams and healthy flames
of trust and beauty.
Sabbath Culture usually evolves through silent graceful waters,
noticing and listening and absorbing colors of nurturing light
as deep ecologically empowering wealth,
but,
in vast transitional global moments,
Queen Sabbath of PolyCulturing Designs
may also emerge a revolution
of silent karma-regenerating fire,
heating trauma triggers
inspiring Bodhisattva co-invested therapeutic intentions,
spreading globally co-incidental flames
of polypathic AnthroSpirit/EarthNature transmutation
Health-reasoned seasons
of resonant life
with resiliently warm and inviting
mutually therapeutic win/win treasons
stepping together away
from Business As Usual
win/lose patriarchal
anthro-privileged
rabidly monopolistic monocultural monotheistic monotonous monochromatic
capital hoarding
win/lose dissociative games.
They loiter
in memory's mausoleums,
old chants,
those gilded liturgies,
ready to resurrect
and eat through the ear
with promises
under the finery
of polished myth.
Grafted onto our very bone,
these structures scaffold history
and who we are.
Now, stripped of flesh,
they moan
and rattle the dark
when given voice
by savage winds.
I have heard
the haunting echo left
in the wake
of their going.
Emptied of substance,
these vacated vaults
house only noise
from human ghosts.
I have listened
for the faint whisperings
beyond the worn out
replays of the dead,
for something transcending
numbers and name -
hear only the wind.
I keep telling myself
this is enough.
A secret accord written in breaths,
Configured in kisses and celestial caresses,
A saga-rhapsody we inscribe in flights of love,
Upon this stringless harp called Love.
Ancestral pact,
Woven from sacred gestures, liturgies of the bodies
That hide behind a curtain of raw and fierce desire,
We prefigure the metamorphosis, from beasts to those who drape in divine silks -
In the temple of love, the fervor softens, becomes tenderness.
In your magical whirl, there I lose myself, trying to pronounce your name,
As a nighttime sparkle seeks a gentle reflection in the cold water,
My desire, a traveler without clothes, eagerly searches for your lips,
Weaving, in the silence of moments, the eternity of a tempestuous kiss.
Our hidden power, a perpetual transfiguration,
Words become fervent refrains, playful,
And weighing ecstasy in the empire of our unrest.
Our free bodies dance and crash in an irresistible longing,
You know me from before the world,
And I penetrate you as the zephyr whispers across the plain,
Yes, the potency of love is the cloak that conceals us, crowns us
With the edge of a white gazebo,
Pure and unrepeatable as the malt of our fervent love,
Tumultuous and headstrong, like the hazard of our passion,
The power of love is the murmur of day and night.
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.
Our forest habitat
gusts breezes
across our skins,
as darkness slowly turns
toward bright sky light.
My son
who cannot walk
nor speak his name
talks vociferously forth and with
and adding as this morning breeze
together part of Her embrace,
playful tickles
across his advocating happy Yanging face
teaching out and taking in, as possible
what and whom is impossible
for any of us to see,
whether blind as he
or sighted as we
might actually hope to be.
D is an avid scooting son
toward virgin forest greetings,
able to smell and feel morning seasons and rhythms
of days and night,
dark and persuasively gusty bright
flow of solar and lunar breezes
across our democratic EarthBound skins,
nurturing solidarity
older than concrete avenues toward cities
of overwhelming unforesting,
unraveling
tribes producing what once was nutrition,
good food more than fake food,
healthy love of gusty bright mornings
over toxic repressed-yin darks,
nightmares of climate acclimation
to separating multi-sensory linguistic pathologies.
D's life is liturgy of love
blemished only by occasional aversions to entrapment
and suffering alone
when we might become possible
to produce healthier webs of cooperative nurture
together,
Dad and D
as We.
Daranyani D,
celebrating sacred forest winds
as feminine matriarchal principles
gracing his brown naked skin.
Diversity of days and holonic nightdreams,
democratic nutritional pluralism,
principles of forest reweaving civilizations
older than cities
surrounded by fading cultures of wealth
through deforesting this EarthTribe Morning
which,
on its very best warm gusty day,
has become worthy
of concelebrating Daranyani D's
forest optimizing breezes,
liturgies of EarthTribe's
Secular Out and Sacred In
brightest elder
matriarchally principled
(0)Soul bilateral sacred brain-dance,
Elder RightBrain
Still-PolyCulturating Light-RainDance
Choreographies Sacred (0)Sum EcoPolitical
BiCameral Green-Dominant.
Just like his preachy, but basically happy, ElderDad
co-eco incarnating
our forest habitat
gusts breezes
across our naked wrongs and rights,
as darkness slowly turns
toward bright returning sky light.
Earth's health
is robust eco-democratic wealth,
I said
repeatedly
to the growing,
maturing Democracy Works advocate.
The occupying Advocate responds,
Resonant democratic resilience
is an economic
and political climate
of healthiest wealth,
like Mom
and her ApplePie economy
and vanilla chocolate brown Cake
not yet eaten
into total
lifeless
oblivion.
I stop repeating myself,
to listen better,
more democratically
investing smarter.
I'm still eco-politically listening
with growing hope
for 20/20 sensing,
noticing green new deal inclusive celebrations,
planning together,
budgeting cooperative
GoFundMe political parties,
multicultural liturgies,
songs with ego/eco-motions,
cooperative Fullerian Zeroistic ownership,
integral bicameral ego/eco-political co-investment
In warm
co-passionate
non-violent listening
speaking
acting
playing for and with win/win
globally patriotic
positive energy
democracy intention,
Earth's robust compassionate opportunities
To recall internal/external healthy
green and blue and red climates
of/for
resilient democratic wealth
In global cultures
out local climates
and not not in-between
non-violent
co-passioned mediations.
Why does she know
laying our music down
raises musicality
reality up?
Does she also know
why my lips prefer to sing
in resonant Oh,
Oooooooh...
oozing round O's
and singular Ah's
free of mapping static lyrics
Lines sung
hung
rung right or wrong,
good marching when uniform,
bad when too shy
of improvising bold
multiculturing unity
Harmony musing
amusing spontaneous drifts
and rifts
of EarthTribe's light
bright woke-up
out loud power focus
Searching out deep whole-sum liturgies
of octaved musicality
we share
when fine-tuned to listen
for our not-so-silent breaths,
anticipating life's next cooperatively felt
and politically co-empowering
story.
Songs of sacred circling lines
and whole systemic spaces
clever linearly written,
yet never speaking totally predicted sounds
resonant transcendent
anticipating in-between joy
and silent
nonviolent
resilience.
I wonder if she feels
as I sometimes can do
that muses nurture music
as abusers remain
narcissistically
patriarchally
capitalistically competitive,
unsympathetic
Lacking indigenous co-empathic wisdom,
Yang universal
Yintegral unitarian
musical integrity
Of Earth's sound tribes flowing
songs and rhythms patterning
natural narratives,
curiously intimate Earth Day
anthems
Dancing spirited
taoistic breaths
bicamerally cooperative
contemplating solidarity
sung clarity
Under a zillion twinkling
zen core inkling
starlit choral nights.
Sacred music and liturgies
are not merely leaves and flowers
produced by complex and richly branched
and sub-branched analogies
between ecological and theological root metaphors
of co-arising nurture;
between naturaLeft and spiritualRight co-experience
of Earth's spiraling revolutionary nutrition;
East to West horizoned
healthy light intention.
Each regeneration absorbing fertile flowering fruit
to recreate communal caring communication
climax
through primal musical vibrant metaphor
of ego-death mortality
compassioned yintegrity
repurposed into regenerational eco-lives,
past through future win/win epic intentions,
virtuous virality of EarthTribe's manic DNA
for thriving health
as wealthy Yangish solo anthems.
Each courageous ego
a metaphor for Earth's curiously spiraling revolution
iconic of DNA's bilaterally rising and falling structural evolution,
curved waves
yang and yin spherical iconic metaphors
for left and right cranial hemispheres
emerging informed by patriarchal Western predative history
and nondualistically reformed Eastern enculturation
cooperatively co-parasitic;
Creolizing curious white light supremacy
as not not color multicultural sublimation,
monocultural suppression,
both/and polyphonic and polypathic
right-brain resonant
so also left-brain super-resilient
multicultural ecological co-empowering
monocultural theology
supplanting ego's pursuit of monotheistic disempowering
from-above wealth
Of communally sung and danced metaphor,
sacred silent
replete with secular vibrations,
seductive and reductive,
inductive and deductive
co-arising ego/eco-sublime
metaphoric muse
of cultured octave scale
and tone
and hue;
vibrating tables of eight-fold elements
eco/theo-logically metaphonic
cooperative caring communion
both/and disunion.
Form:
The bastioned confidence of quarried pride
Conceived no ingress save by iron decree;
Yet vesper-dew, where noiseless graces bide,
Tutored the adamant to clemency,
Till lichened liturgies, by increments unseen,
Unthroned the obdurate from its sovereign mien.
The littoral catechised the granite's bone,
Not with assault, but sacramental wear;
Each undeciphered ripple, one by one,
Absolved the precipice of all its air,
As though the meekest ordinance of tide
Could loose what catapults had never tried.
Thereafter—vision trespassed into sense:
A child, ungarlanded by name or throne,
Inclined his silence with such innocence
That altitudes remembered they were sown;
The mountain, recollecting elder birth,
Relinquished all pre-eminence to earth.
Then every fortress, founded upon weight,
Began to expatriate its ancient claim;
The stars themselves postponed their sovereign state,
As though eternity had altered name;
And what no conflagration could dissever,
One feather of the Infinite undid for ever.