Long poem by
James Inman | Details
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t w i l i g h t
a w a i t s f o r
t i m e *
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s t r e w n * a c r o s s
t h e h e a v a n s *
bright blue-white beauty a n d *
run away lonely alkaid
leave them all behind t h r o u g h
y o u r e y e s I s e e *
m y l i f e not one but sisters a s a
mizar and alcor and more
d i s t a n t an intricate dance
l i g h t t h a t f l i c k e r s *
b o l d * a n d unique in nature
mysterious alioth
b r i g h t * b u t keeper of secrets
s h i n i n g a l o n e
the third light phecda brilliant white yet dim
stable and reliable two companions to guide you
so near yet so far megrez the distant
i n t h e m i d s t * o f
a m i l l i o n
clinging so closely past your prime giant eye
five travelers cross the night dubhe always looking north
merak bold and bright follow the bright star
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y e t a s d i f f e r e n t
a s t h e * s t a r s
m o v i n g a c r o s s
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l i t t l e
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04/21/17
Copyright © James Inman | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Ms. Real Time,
an often stimulating Taoist,
but sometimes, admittedly, not so much,
more of a cannibal really
on her dark time of before and after
her Taoist stimulating period
if you know what I mean.
Anyway,
Ms. Real Time
invited her Prime Co-Partner,
Mr. Deep Space,
more of a revolutionary-historic Christian
kind of a co-redemptive guy,
to remember intimate conversations
of too long ago.
"We used to have those long quiet whispers
both before and after our commingling
about who we would be
how we would become that
and why.
Why was where our logical stories
always seductively began shining and romantically ended
forever Real Time after birthing Deep SpaceTime."
"Then you wanted to argue about names
for this future Earthly embryo,
I suggested YinYin,
but you demanded Eco-Messiah.
Do you remember that?"
Some of it, admitted Space,
my memory begins where ours ends,
but I do recall our co-messianic resolution
to Advent the Birth of Yang Co-Messiah
by giving Birth to Christ as yinyin messianic,
as John baptized Earth's waters
in advent of our Nazarene.
"Which reminds me," throbbed Real Time
"we need to focus our Advent of DeComposition
on our North Star as RNA-ProGenitor
of YangThymine+/YinCytosine(-,-)
to orthopraxis our permacultural birth of language
biological enculturation as fractal-logical culture-syntax
four prime seasons of Earth and human life,
from winter of Transitional DeComposing ReGeneration
to spring of Co-Messianic Birth
into summer of Our Most Beautiful Community and World,
sustaining Fall's SpaceTime universal embryos
into future's bicamerally balancing eco-logos,
hydrogen with nitrogen
oxygen breathing into dialectical carbon-bases,
regenerating all these RealTime memories
of bicameral sensual experience as evolutionary
ReGenesis Time as CulturalMemory CoEmergence."
Deep Space bore down on Language's Advent,
a dialect of Earth's temporal-bound logic,
ecologic.
Spatial
dialectical
co-arising experience of health v. pathology
is Time's eco-logical analogy,
logical and rationally balanced
both deductive with inductive RealTime value-as-proportional-balance
optimized nutrition,
fueling Time's further reiterative revolutions
within light's bilaterally co-arising issues
and regenerative tissues for self-perpetuating health.
S/he needed to give birth as NOW
to Yang as Yin-squared spacetime ecologic bicamerality.
"Not quite yet, dear" slow-grows Real Time's reminder
"you believe in 12 days and nights
to give birth to Christ's Co-Mass Ergodic Balance,
don't you?"
Something like that,
it's difficult to retain full-octave Left-Right focus
with all this cognitively dissonant lack of love
still floating through Earth's synergetically cooperative culture.
"Hmmm. Push in a little closer.
Baby needs a full-body rub."
Ms. Time
are you flirting with me?
"Only if you want to play the role
of Mr. Deep Space."
It is not your temporal language
about dialectical experience
that is "logical" or "illogical",
but our co-arising birth
into dialectically cooperative,
and, yes, I do mean less cognitive dissonance
between us is something I RealTime need from you,
bicameral mindbody as timespace experience
of health v. pathology.
"I love your synergetic formal love talk,
baby,
all that naturally rich organic
fertile
life-birthing regenerative mythic-logic."
I think the Quads are coming into alignment,
little fold with re-fold,
implicating pre-fold predicting re-fold closure,
birthing down into co-gravitational wonder.
"Your Deep Spatial language
of Zero-Soul EcoLogic,
in 4-RealPrimeTimeSpace
seasonal
temporal
spaciated
dialectical Yang-EcoMessiah harmonics
feels like climatic edge of Advent (0)Mega..."
Our ecoconsciousness spacetime point
beyond language
bearing into,
struggling into diastatic logic
of bicameral co-incidental
healthy-fertile
eco-messianic experience,
both positive and negative
co-mentoring.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Fr. Time, thanks for coming back again today.
Well now, you know I always have plenty of time
for Dr. Glory!
Thank you for that rather cloying and creepy response.
I talked to FireGod a few days ago,
were you aware of that?
Yes, of course.
He and EarthGaia know all about each other.
Although not on the same page,
they are each appositional pages
in the same gospel choirbook,
so to run on with too many words once again....
Where am I?
It sounds like you are aware of FireGod's agenda,
why he's all fired up
to worship a God of ReGenerative Healthy Time.
Is this the God you worship, Fr. Time?
Worship is more EarthGaia's department, actually.
I guess I would say I do my co-gravitating balance best
to continue perpetuating God
as Nutritious Co-Elational Prime Relationship.
Relationship with?...
Relationship with what or whom?
Is your God a verb
without subject or object?
No.
A verb with Yang languaged subjects
unfolding yin-dipolar co-arising objectives,
health,
life,
re-creation,
self-perpetuating 4D bicameral polycultural cooperative systems.
Fr. Time, does it bother you
that you seem to be too self-involved
for the rest of us?
Are you worshiping yourself,
lost in reiterative loops of bilateral dipolar correlations
in some narcissistic whirlwind of coincidental nothing important?
No, again,
co-gravitating time is co-arising space
balancing WinWin ecohealth;
notnot worshiping God
although it could be divinely humane
if we could all help each other's evolving lifetime
feel and grow and become
more therapeutically balanced.
Let me try this one last time.
Not as SunGod-loving Gaia
and not as Fear-filling Fire God,
but as these Two,
Right with Left,
Past with CoPresent synergetic Future,
who or what is God to BiLaterally Nutritious Time?
BiCameral CoArising TimeConsciousness.
I could say that.
I did say that.
But, saying this changes God
into language that could not quite be truly healthy and right and good
and fully beautiful.
A song perhaps,
or, better, a dance.
God as 4-step dialectic revolutionary freedom
to choose regenerative health over pathology
by setting aside all that is not love becoming
eco-self-conscious elational-correlational
co-empathic time
within and without our selves.
Still doesn't have much swing to it.
You think my timing is off?
I think your balance is off.
No, that couldn't be,
or ever become true.
So you say.
So I am that I was.
Not that one again.
Time repeats.
Oh, here we go...
Mutually CoPresent.
Fr. Time...?
More of a Father/Queen Ego/Eco BiCameral Time
TransParent YHWH dancing dream.
God is your Heavenly Dream?
And BeLoved Community Earth.
Dancing together?
Kind of a jazzy swing and dance,
lots of spinning and drums,
and stretching,
don't forget to stretch
physically and metaphysically together.
It feels so good
once it stops disforming history.
Fr. Time, are you still with me here?
Now I am, if you are too.
Is there a Queen Time?
Because, frankly, I feel sorry for her,
if there is.
No, I'm bilaterally co-gravitational;
everybody knows my self-progenitive creation story.
Oh, well, thank you, again, Fr. and Mother Time
for another lovely non-dialogue
here at our PermaCultural Climate Conference.
Can't tell you how much we enjoy
your timelessly vacuous messages.
Think nothing of it.
Do it all the time.
OK, you're doing that thing again,
when I try to say thanks for the interview
and close
but you have to get in one last self-referencing plug.
You are such a shameless hustler!
Just half the time.
Goodnight.
Night...
Is s/he really gone?
[Still here, now...]
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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Long poem by
Demetrios Trifiatis | Details
Nothing in Excess
(the second Delphic maxim of Apollo)
A mixture of the brute and the divine
Man is,
That’s why the strife in his soul never
Ends,
As the eternal adversaries for superiority
Strive,
In the depths of everyone’s divided
Heart,
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The brute:
Limited by the dimensions of space and
Time,
Intimidated by the oppressive notion of cruel
Alienation,
Frightened by the savage idea of inglorious
Temporality,
And horrified by the torturous thought of merciless
Mortality,
Eager to pull man down to the material world
Desires,
And with the heavy chains of bodily pleasures
Him to tie!
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The divine:
Unrestricted by the dimensions of space and
Time,
Animated by the lofty idea of unity with
The ONE,
Strengthened by the noble thought of clement
Eternity
And exalted by the gracious conception of
Comforting immortality,
To raise Man up to the immaterial heavens
Yearns,
And with the purified delights of spirit him,
To nourish!
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When the ruthless brute, victorious from the
Battle emerges
And body’s barbaric-cry of victory
Shouts,
Benign spirit, inside the prison of here and now
Is found ,
From where, silently, the devastation of divinity,
Observes.
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When eternal spirit triumphant out the war
Appears,
And the illumination of the soul, jubilantly,
Proclaims,
The perishable brute, even from its basic needs,
Is deprived,
Thus, slowly, painfully and persistently is fainting,
Away.
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Only when the brute and the divine a truce
Declare
And their powers under the banner of universal
Reason unite
Rendering to each other, at the proper time,
Its equal share,
Harmony is established in our souls and the
Human is born!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
Copyright © Demetrios Trifiatis | Year Posted 2012
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Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Our body is only a cloak,
seek the one who has dressed you,
heed not the dress.
Rumi
My form dresses our shared purpose,
I seek this SuperEco who has formed our cooperative
and synergetic vocational meaning,
not my ego's magically imagined id-entity.
Yet I remain distracted and confused
by this magic illusion of constancy that grows "me."
I watch with egocentric fascination and delight,
alarm and dismay,
applauding my own virtuoso comedic protagonist bright sight
for creating personal drama from epic opera's stage.
My body forms "self" comprehension
that our integrated ecologic
understands regenerative intuition
magic and spells
alchemy and Golden Ratios
as our eternal 0-summed Here and Now unfolding
karmic grace
evolving each natural system's spiritual reincarnation
of time's coded cultural narrative string
back through space,
forward toward our future generations.
Midway means nothing to infinity.
Rumi
Here and Now comprehends eternal form
as spacetime function
unraveling permacultural implications
back through languaged information
logistical trees of reverse hierarchies
tipping boundary Trim Tabbing poignant dissonance
midway resolving
co-gravitational resonating
redeeming
repurposing
rehabilitating
SuperEco-therapeutic love of integrity
Tao Prime Relationship:
my identity is to SuperEco
as Yang longs for Yin's concaving warm wombed embrace,
as +/-(0)-summed personal investment,
economic purpose,
evolves +1.00% QBit ecosystems logical,
optimizational regenerative,
designated development
of co-symbiotic evolution.
My (0)-balancing body's informating economy reveals
our co-arising past with future
positive CQI ecotherapeutic trend and story,
as well as negative, nondually dark,
narrative strings and cultural tales,
polycultural communities co-mentoring permacultural humane design
resolving Primal Resonance with Original Intent,
eco-centric "Self" identity with SuperEco's
Fractal-Unitarian Tao Metasystem of Universal Co-Comprehensive Balancing ntelligence,
or Taoist UnitarianYin--UniversalismYang,
should we need a shorter label,
and another "ism,"
then Zeroism may culturally evolve just as well,
where science rejoins religion
wonderously prehending this sacred magic we are Now
predicting our Beloved Climax Community future.
My body comprehends this convex cloak
seeking SuperEco concaved within to undress this ego,
to heed our Elder natural naked systems
Here and Now regeneratively encoding
resolving
enlightening
transcending incommensurable naively intuited paradigms and language.
My co-prehended form resonates ecological function and design,
like hopeful hypothermia absorbing a warm bathing womb
to give birth to our emergent Beloved Community
of Mutual Redeemers
mentoring economic ecologic.
Absorb rich Dark Holed composting primal relationship
of Yang-space with Yin-Time
to radiate SuperEco's brightest light together.
To increase comprehensive harmonic depth
turn off the lights,
extraction of fading natural resources,
learn to cooperatively dream of full-moon nights
and rainbows of partly-cloudy sun-fueled days.
Bodies
with bicamerally balancing brains
are Here and Now (0)-centric information
pointing toward SuperEco's prime regenerative relationship.
Form greets Function
as space meets time
as Here redeems Now,
karmic graceful gift of Earth's Eco-centric co-presence.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
Gregory R Barden | Details
A slow, painful waking to a vessel that's shaking from the stress of its increasing mass,
And at once I'm made sure that it's all premature, for I should yet be sleeping, and fast.
Why I've not been kept deep in my long cryo-sleep, is a troubling notion, indeed,
For it's ten light-years' span to the world where we plan to propagate our human seed.
The cryo's defect is a slow reconnect, with my senses still frozen and bare,
Yet I need my devices to discover the crisis, and keep safe the lives in my care.
I fight what's still left of the cryopod's deft reduction of all that I'm feeling,
Grab food from the fridge, stumble off to the bridge, the emergency sirens still pealing.
I at once raise the shield from the ship's forward field, and I stare straight ahead at what's wrong,
A bright purple spark in a nebula, dark, that is almost a full parsec long!
The shapes and the colors remind me of Mueller's "Two Girls" and his fine Gypsy lasses,
Lush watercolor hues of soft greens and blues, all the products of eddying gases.
It is beautiful, yes, but I do not need guess what the center is, blackened as coal,
What no light could pass through, a SINGULARITY, true, and one that would swallow us whole.
Too fast was our rate, we could not navigate 'round the nebulous dark 'twas our curse,
And our increasing mass was now too much to pass by a course we could safely traverse.
I thought, for a piece, we might try to increase the reaction at the core of our drive,
But with more anti-matter, we were apt to just splatter in a vortex we could not survive.
If we had greater distance, or some added resistance, we might slow and alter our course,
But we were too near to the black hole to veer, and being pulled in by its force.
The process, one-sided, baryogenesis provided, made our futile spot very dire,
And without the ship slowing, we were quickly now going from the frying pan into the fire.
We could not stay pointed on the course now anointed, or we'd soon meet our end there in space,
Yet we couldn't slow down, or change course to go 'round the black hole that now stared in our face.
Big on heroes, I'm not, but we DID have a shot, though a slim one, I must admit now,
I would use, (beg the term), a thing called a "worm" hole, if our increased mass would allow.
I poured three libations and did calculations required for bending the void,
Then tossed back each one, toasted daughters and son, and the ship that I'd apt leave destroyed.
I blessed the crew's slumbers and entered the numbers, hesitated at "Enter" a smidge,
And breathing a sigh, (whilst I covered one eye), I launched the command from the bridge ...
BOOOOOOOOOOOOM!!!
Well ... what happened next has left me perplexed, as I'm not on the ship, nor with crew,
But it must've gone well, cuz I'm still here to tell YOU the story ... now isn't that true?
I'm not on the lam, but just where I AM, is the puzzle I'm working on now,
For without ship and crew there's not much I can do, but try to get homeward, somehow.
Deep space, can I span it from here on this planet? (Though it seems to be one I can roam) ...
Ah yes, now, if only I wasn't so lonely, for the blue marble that I call ...
HOME.
** 7th Place in the "Jamie's Interesting Contest 2" Poetry Contest, Jamie Pan, Sponsor, Topic - The Speed of Light. **
Copyright © Gregory R Barden | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
T Wignesan | Details
For Old Star-Gazer Master Khayyam – a name like Shakespeare’s for “some” other giants – Part Two
III
Is there an answer to this gaping question
Will that something which follows on behave
Here at least we know death despises life
What do you call that which you have
Do you die too after what length of time
What do you do while you wait for the end
What space d’you occupy in our timespace
Or does anti-self exist in a parallel dimension
Not that these make worrisome questions
Nice to know we don’t quite disappear
Right out and that we go on despite reasons
Or perhaps for nothing much after all
Here we are caught in swirling whirlwinds
Of petty time-pinching emergencies
We give what we can of our might to those
We care for reserving the best for ourselves
Sooner or later the world would just peter out
First the sun would give up its nuclear fissions
Slowly fizzing down while its body bloats out
Then the earth and planets would fry out
Would you be still around or would we be too
And when the solar system freaks out
What will be the fate of your bodiless forms
Or would you be hiding in some safe black hole
IV
What good would it do to know the final outcome
If you are caught in a terrestrial fateful bind
So do we all the ultimate spacial expanse become
Locked into it all by no-backtracking time
Does what matters to you be of no moment to us
Do we need to be wily to hanker after heaven
We’re either just alone or wholly naked forsaken
Or fused in a mounting blinding swirling circus
Some may call this the ultimate form of Oneness
Some the Godhead that directs all our wills
Some might prefer the wayward terror of ghosts
Some just can’t bother one way or the other
Some who suffer ill the womb of common unity
Decide to come together only to wreak hell
These harden without mercy for what they wreak
They whose work you put down to devilry
So where lies the good of your worry-dispelling verse
Long have we lost the feeling for your example
Yes at first yes repentance we experienced at parting
Sorrow at what we might have wanted to curse
But all that jitterbug’s gone past by now
We know darnwell better now the dance
No use bothering with what anxious selves see
Over what will or will not after be
There is just this enormous monstrous engine
It throbs on seemingly without and within
Who knows why or who deemed it must
It simply rumbles on whether you think it just
Myself when young did dwell so long
Upon your sweet O deep forbidden verses
Draughts in tankards quaffed I with song
Dreams couched in nubile cascading tresses
TAMUM SHUD
June 16/18, 1996
© T. Wignesan – Paris, 2016, revised from: longhand notes (a binding of poems),
1999.
Copyright © T Wignesan | Year Posted 2016
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Long poem by
Aa Harvey | Details
As he walks on by,
leaving you to wonder.
Walking home on a Saturday night, I saw a spaceship flying so high.
I tipped my hat and turned my back and I continued to walk on by.
You see I have already seen this, inside a memory inside my mind.
I have had this thought a million times, so I just let it pass on by.
A light burns in the distance,
As a comet flies through the Heaven’s above!
I cast a glance, a peek perhaps; nothing more than a quick look.
You see I have seen it all before, a thousand times or more
And all the wonder has disappeared, along with all the fun.
Other people do not believe in me;
They say I just tell fantastic stories that I create.
They tell me that I should just write a book of fantasy,
But I have never created a page,
That could ever shine as bright,
As the idea’s that you will find along the way.
Another morning after;
I awake with another story to tell.
They tell me that they are tired of the tales that I weave
And that they are no longer under my spell.
But that has never been my objective;
I never tried to change the way you see.
A thousand non-believers have nothing to give,
To a wondering mind that has already been.
I want to believe in my own ideals
And follow a thought until the end.
They can disbelieve and question my words,
But they can never stop me from attempting to make new friends.
Maybe I can also speak the truth too;
Maybe not all I say is a lie.
Maybe one day you will see me disappear inside a cloud,
After a thunderous flash of light.
I have travelled over the oceans and I have walked under a moon.
I never thought to take you with me,
Because I thought that you already knew,
That I am just a traveller
And I am passing through your time.
Maybe next time I am passing through, I will try to drop you a line.
I would have liked to have taken you with me,
But it would have taken all of your hope.
If you believe enough in me, who knows? We will see;
Maybe I could find a way to offer you a saving rope.
A way for me to lift your heart, when you are falling down.
I want to raise all of your spirits
And show you the universe, before I leave this town.
Some people say I never existed;
Some say I must have been a ghost.
The only man I truly knew, is unknown to you,
But he is the one I admire the most.
Some people tell my story, without ever knowing of his;
But I could never write an autobiography,
Without an acknowledgement of his tragedy.
I am living in his shadow, I have his memories inside.
I see an image of the man that I could have been,
But I must leave his body now and return to my life.
I’m heading off into the blue now;
I’m leaving you all behind.
I have left you with a memory…
As I leave you all to be mankind.
I’m leaving you all to wonder,
Who was the man that was talking that night?
And as I turn the corner,
I climb into my flying saucer
And I fly up into the sky.
(C)2017 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Copyright © Aa Harvey | Year Posted 2017
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Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
Who's vision are you unfolding for whom?
Are you aware you carry a basket of bread
on your head
and still beg at every door? (Rumi)
You love nature.
Like bread, Earth's nature feeds you
and, like yeast, absorbs you,
is that of which you are made,
and making,
and resolve to eternally create and recreate,
if only you could.
But, you can and you are
and the manna in your head already knows
healthy yeast redeems regenerationally
diastatically incarnational,
with smooth-souled omnicoherence,
comprehensively balancing deduction with induction,
eco-confluent paradigms and dreams and language
and permaculture,
ecological teleology systematically grows panentheistic,
polytheistic,
polynomial,
polypathic,
polycultural,
balancing cooperative economies with networking political vocations
to permanently eco-logicize Earth.
This is your Day, your EcoTribal Self
our EcoLogic metaculture and Transhistory,
our EcoTherapy synergy,
tipping toward balancing points and principles
of blinding spiritual intuition with restrained scientific deduction,
harmonizing Left-brained language
with Right-brained confluent v. dissonant inductive awareness
of this bicameral basket on our head
as our balancing supereco and my id-entity
engaging your ego/eco balancing praxis,
whether hope-filled or hopeless,
triumphant or despairing,
you know this already,
throughout this manna that is your nesting culture,
decomposing through unraveling death's long post-millennial process
to regenerate as
"redistributed [positive-therapeutic] subfunctions
of Other" informing ecosystems. (B. Fuller)
Born of stardust,
messiahs mutually mentoring
our pilgrimage toward Earth's starlight;
e-squared function = c-crystal (cubed)
subatomic polyculture,
waiting behind each begging door
for you to return Other's cooperatively gravitating namaste
mutual unfold.
Optimized Living Systems are to metaphysical teleology
as ecosystems are to physically regenerating ("special case") economies,
as EcoTherapy informs design, intention, empirical research,
learning and consciousness,
love, and active peace, and justice,
and RNA self-optimizing fractally-dynamic information
QBit Quirky Byting Octaves
ionic and ergodically balancing value systems.
Your bicameral basket holds no non-polynomial information
because this is an oxymoron,
we already intuitively know everything and all not-thing metaphysical
as diverse resolutions of Prime +/- (0)-synced Relationship,
polynomial information negatively correlates wild binomial yeast
soaring surf of time's double-bound equinox divide.
Please continue unfolding our permacultured cooperative co-arising political vision,
mutual investment
biosystemic and ecosystemic and information binary-network systemic
and stop begging from competitively unbalanced economists,
it's just not dignified,
or anything close to wildly, creatively, fun.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2015
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Long poem by
Gerald Dillenbeck | Details
"Teachings of enlightenment, whether traditional [regenerational, creation stories] or evolutionary, present us with a unique [ecological] way of thinking about and [comprehensively] understanding who [and why] we are. What makes an enlightened perspective different [and healthier] from any other perspective is that it emphasizes the significance of those [therapeutic] dimensions of self that are [exegetically] non-relative, or "absolute." (Andrew Cohen, "Evolutionary Enlightenment")
[Absolute = Zero-Centric bicamerally balancing Time
in 3-dimensional Exterior Landscape articulation
confluent(+)/dissonant(-,-) with
2-binomial dimensional Interior Bicamerally NormNatured Landscape]
Others have claimed our economic
and ecologically political and sacred purposes
are beauty and kindness,
cooperative-nature and grace,
and good cause/effect karma.
All true
because each of these is healthier than
ugly and mean,
self-competitively clumsy,
and the bad karma places and spaces and laces of time
we have perpetuated upon Earth,
Earth's RNA Tribes,
and most relentlessly on our over-competing spiritualized,
and under-cooperative naturalized,
health-optimizing
ego/eco bicameral selves.
AnthroLife's meaning is therapeutic purpose.
ReGenerative Life's purpose
emerges toward optimizing health.
FullLiving Love is bicameral optimizing
CoOperating Presence.
FullEviling Death is absence of bicamerally cooperative Present,
no longer biosystemic ego-functional,
no longer co-arising identity,
but releasing into prime-elational becoming
of bilateral Time.
Time is forwardly Positive-Elational.
Time's bilateral nature disrupts into reverse
within bicamerally metaphysical Interior images.
This Internal Ground of Time's Being,
emerges elational,
regenerational,
while absence of Time,
timelessness,
eternal-universal,
is conflational,
degenerational,
concavely binomial and dipolar balanced,
in Prime (0) EcoLogical Relationship,
with ReGenerate Network of Time's Full-Optimal Becoming
CoPresent Elational Health (+) trending,
Conflational Decay (-,-) TransParent distending.
Zero-Centric ZenNow (0)Mega Point Polynomial Time
dipolar equivalently correlates with
Reverse TransParent BlackHole History
of Not(Not rational, logical, polypathic, temporally-balanced)
normal--nomial--natural--neutronic--ionic/bionic--ergodic
co-arising balance--co-gravitational flow function
of Universe as
space--form--syntax,
4-equidimensional with (0)-center,
YangConvex Left Mindbody
embracing YinYinDoubleConcave Right Mindbody
comprehensive ecoconsciousness,
BiLateral Time's Ta(o) Pi as Bi-Optimizing Enlightenment,
PermaCulturally and Cooperatively regenerating
Greek 16th letter
in GlobalTime's PostMillennial 4-equidimensional 2016.
Timeless teachings of (0)-squared Light
Present EcoLogical/Elational Human Natural/Sacred Presence.
Copyright © Gerald Dillenbeck | Year Posted 2016
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