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I claim a sit-spot
in a wildlife sanctuaried forest
just beyond my backyard,
And cycle there
while seeking a primary distinction
between sexual and sensual feelings
filters
frames,
Already peddling toward suggestions
my motivations for this direction
could be impure,
prurient,
certainly less than perfection,
But,
I am not right-brain deterred,
This forest is my familiar territory
where fools
and wise men
fear to tread
on resonant ecofeminists.
When seeking
imagining
experiencing
remembering sexual possibilities
and impossibilities,
attractions
and distractions
and unattractiveness
along my recycling way,
these remain ego-centered
self-serving
egotistic patriarchal,
left-brain economic-politically strategic,
monoculturing further dominance.
Sensuality
is more interdependent,
co-relational,
co-empathic
co-passioning
integral
intimate awareness
of external mind touch
with internal heart feelings,
heart-pumping uphill
and soul-relaxing downhill,
inhilling
and exhilling.
Waves of contrast
speak of comparative dipolar motivators
more longterm both/and satisfying sensuality,
Contradicted
against shorterm dualistic urgency
for my immediate sexual release,
my internal-only organic polyvagal climax
quickly moving from transcendent forest life
to demi-segregating death,
And then riding on in
and out
to reconnect with my ego/eco sit-spot
with embodied sensual narrative
of this one sacred/sexual life
living polypathically
lived rememory
reliving naked forest life
hopefully again
and recycling pleasure seating again.
Practice makes perfect,
so our great everyday pilgrimage teachers
messiahs
boddhisattvas,
ecofeminists one and all,
say
and do,
ride
and walk
and talk
with integrity's most resilient sexual/sensual/spiritual
reforesting win/win public/private wealth
reassur-dance
transcendent/intimate
global/local health potential.
My youngest
of three AfricanAmerican adopted sons
has profound nonwhite
nonstraight
nonverbal cerebral palsy.
Profound
in at least not being privileged
or victimized
by internal LeftBrain dominance,
violent micro-aggressions,
zero-sum competitive thinking
Either positively True and Good
or negatively False and Bad,
laughable
or humorless
Sacred indigenous consciousness
feels more Right-Elder brainstem
bodymind nondualistic synergy
friendly energy
which is my son's political blessing
and his capital secularizing
segregating
colonizing
economic disabled curse.
Youngest son communes
with music
more fluidly co-empathic
than linguistic communications
He touches
and sings
and chants
through echoing shouts
and exclamatory barks,
short nonphonetic phrases,
lip smacking,
and belly laughs.
When he cries,
which is seldom,
he cries silently
No vocal cords
Profound inhaling wet gasps
and exhaling sad sacred shakes.
He laughs unconditionally
from his root chakra
warm unguarded soul
and bicamerally cries
from his buddha
co-empathic eyes.
Window fixed within a wall...
See-through and revealing all.
Looking in from the outside...
A dwelling there for us to hide.
Glass reflecting you and me...
Seperation strategy.
A kind of pain upon the pane...
Slightly smeared with mild stain.
Opening we find together...
Making escape from the weather.
Perched upon the window sill...
Candles to light up at will.
Closing the window in seal...
Segregating what is real.
Looking out from the inside...
Active storm whose rain is cried.
Mist begins to fog the sheet...
Making the beyond discreet.
Brushing my hand and its fingers
On the glass...their outline lingers.
Despite all the fog, stain and smear,
The window's message is quite clear.
Outside revealed in projection...
Inside ready for inspection.
Humanity is comprised of people of varying skin shades,
white, black, red, brown, olive, and yellow, to name a few.
And amongst every skin color, there are intelligent, stupid,
honest, deceitful, friendly, hateful, hopeful, and depressed people.
And yet, they all share one thing: they are human!
Strangely, we can't relate to one another, though we're all related.
Thus, we form tribes, not families,
but an exclusive circle of like-minded people!
Tribalism is a primal force, segregating people into groups,
like our people, their people, and those other people!
What is a country? It's merely a group of similarly-minded people;
who arm themselves and claim a piece of the Earth as theirs,
erecting invisible borders to keep others away.
People will always distrust people, because people can't be trusted!
Influential, powerful, wealthy, and shadowy people
call the shots; for they're unequivocally corrupt people!
People get ostracized for being different,
poor, lazy, discontented, and homeless:
the kind of people society considers disposable.
These distinctions include the old, young, frightened,
challenged, hungry, and oppressed people.
Political, deranged, delusional, religious, and unscrupulous people
all share one trait: they're loyal only to the tribe they identify with.
These conflicting tribes huddled behind their barbed-wire walls
will one day kill all the people, and thus, there will be no more people!
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!
It feels sadly ironic,
and unwise,
to focus healthcare
on digestive system deliveries
to feed and water our bodies
And underinvest,
too rarely applaud
and enrich
nurturing nutrition communications
made through our neural-sensory systems
natural/spiritual health care deliveries
and wealth care receptions
from abundantly compassionate
panentheistic worldviews
In contrast
too nihilistically narcissistic
survivalist
monotheistically supremacist
supporting monoculturing
monopolizing LeftBrain verbal dominance
Of Me v We ZeroSum
closed degenerating
segregating
without also integrating
views
Of Earth's health-fading
feeding bilateral watering systems,
Absorbing, then expunging
inhaled then inhaled
informing then exflowing
living then dying
YangTruth in Yintegral co-arising Beauty
Universal/Unitarian
bicameral
Health/EarthSystemic Wealth
integral TaoBalancing
inside sacred womb thru tomb companionship
secular indigenously panentheistic
resiliently hospitable wisdom
To focus health/wealth care
on digest to co-invest system deliveries
to feed and water
our mindbody
spirit/natured EarthTribe
bilateral identities.
Good and active healthy thoughts
produce and reflect
left-brain regenerative labels,
Bad and entropic death of feelings
effect and affect
left brain degenerating labels,
In-between
ambiguously left brain
and ambidextrously right brain
not not generate,
still actively ruminating.
Positive enlightened life,
Negative disempowered death,
Not not in-between these Yangs and Yins
all binomial egocenters
and ecosystems
positively regenerate restorative thoughts
and negatively degenerate retributive feelings
Creolizing
Transubstantiating
sacred in-between Paradise
and Hell,
Heaven
and Earth,
compassionate communication
and demonic debating demagogue experience,
healthy ecological thoughts
and punishing felt theological enculturation
sensation
energy
Healthy democratic communion
and pathologically autocratic disunion,
sacred resonance
and secularizing
segregating dissonance.
When WiseElders invoked secular language
to colonize reductions in flow of inarticulate
sacred feelings
Building Either/Or iconic moments
oppositional and cooperative opportunity memories
within BothNature/AndSpirit reweaving brainstems
outsideYang/insideYin
dipolar WinWin cooperative appositional revolution,
They gave matriarchal birth
to RightHand of Great White Father
competitive cultural script
for PositivEnergy Paradise
Democracy MultiCulturing Constitutions
Originally health invested
growing happy wealth of WinWin natural ecology
AND spiritual theology HolySpirit
both matriarchal/patriarchal
AnimaMundi's
bilateral dynamic revolving DNA
fractal 4Dimensional MotherTree
ZeroZone root health/wealth
nutrition structures
evolving and revolving throughout
epic planet
plant,
and then person
health history
Of inhumane aborting ego-nature
from original co-gravitating EcoSpirit
Begat segregating EgoHealth
from EcoLogical/TheoLogical Wealth
of CoGravitational Nature/Spirit Attraction.
Sacred WinWin Attraction
Begat Secular MetaPhysical Theories
of EgoCentric Wealth Abundance
AND
MidWay Stories
of creatively advocating
for WinWin Ego/EcoHealth
MidWay long-term
Cooperatively-grown outcomes
Continuous Quality Improvement
Resilient Resonant Harmonics
Yin with Yang, and not so much against,
ZeroZone nutritional optimization
WinWin PositivEnergy polynomial
paradigmatic revolutions,
scientific/artistic
symmetric integrity.
Equal freedoms
moving away from LoseLose future destinies,
notnot-Zero
entropic anti-nomial non-networking anti-systemic
degenerations
dualdark
Left/Right
Out of Reiterating Enthymematic Timeless NonSynaptic Consciousness...
When a plant
an organism
a biological system
is young,
this is nature's season
for segregation and simplification,
specialization.
Time to ego grow internally
toward full flowering
and re-seeding maturation.
Just so,
when a plant,
an ecosystemic planet,
an individual's lifetime,
a nation-state's cultural lifeline
reaches historic maturity,
mid-life crises of climates and landscapes reverse direction,
reverse patriarchal dominance
to patriot-matriotic ecobalancing isms,
so that what had been WinWin ecopolitical recessive
must become species dominant for continuing healthy outcomes.
MidLife Systems tip toward new-dominant norms
emphasizing integrity over segregation,
polypathic and polyphonic-nutritional complexity
over Either/Or
Win/Lose
LeftBrain dominant over-simplification.
Both/And
matriarchal
reverse-hierarchical
midlife crisis revolutions
reweave purpose and meanings of day and night together,
life and co-redemptive losses and suffering,
Yang strength and Yin-flowing nurture,
polycultural integrity
revolutionarily new-delineating
notnot bilateral LoseLose segregations of history,
suddenly opening new vistas for cultural creolization,
WinWin complex resolutions
for natural cultures sustaining balancing climates
of ego/ecosystemic harmonic health.
When we are young,
post-revolutionary embryonic,
we develop toward maturity
through deductive dominance of simplifications
and segregating cultures and language.
Yet, to grow into grace-abundant harvest,
summer's Yang vigor
increasingly embraces Yin's flowing integrity
and interdependent cooperative networks
of bilateral-appositional politics,
dipolar co-arisings
of old simplifications in newly resonant amplifications
to support future and past and present regenerations,
cultures of health,
integrating both internal economic climates
and external political nurturing landscapes.
Why don't people lichen mold?
Is it cause they are afraid of growing expediential old?
Afterall Atum gave birth to Tefnut and Shu through the breath.
In breath lies the prefect breeding ground of moisture and air.
Then its not odd, but you ought to have mold.
Given the daily bread, my skin part of my body is comforted by mold.
Can the mold help shape and mold me better?
Just refueling my eternal furnace too keep awake the cold.
Sacrificing everything, that's bold!
Walking around the forest with a mesh bag.
Trying to fit in by being a fungi.
Just remember not to make a mountain out of a mole hill.
But ain't that life?
Understanding cellular biology through the lens of Venn diagrams.
Segregating, separating and dividing as long as the cell walls hold.
Mixing in hot water with tea, sugars, and a cold scoby.
Gives rise to the kombucha below.
Folding mold spores into a battleground for the strongest mold.
Under the watchful eye of EinRaa behold.
As I smile and shine transmuting lead to gold.
Sold - Sold - Sold!