Long Speciating Poems

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TransMillennial EarthTribe CoOperative,
your international ecopolitical sponsor,
speciating Earth's New PostMillennially Silent EcoLogical Majority.

We think we begin to both comprehend,
in a B. Fullerian metaphysical sense,
and co-empathically trust,
in an economic and...

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I grew up with rural Michigan white red-neck evangelical root systems.
These did not always feed my multicultural self/other liberation of the GLBTQ subclimatic root system
for regeneratively healthy instincts,
yet I learned to survive within this fundamentalist-alien-straight...

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Our cognitive and emotional struggles against dissonance of all varieties,
and struggles for more love and consciousness and health
work better as decompositions laid out between Ego and Eco,
as cooperative nondual co-arising partners,
Left and Right MindBody
of one...

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The difference between bad-old-boy competitively evolving egg whites
and good-girl revolutionary just-us-yolks
is the difference between prophetic intent
and messianic practice,
said Professor Glory
in her Gospel of Permaculture class,
one Friday morning
while sitting on her
crass desk of Primal Theory.

What could...

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"In the unmanifest [timeless (0)-soul] dimension, the ground of [eco-syntax] Being--that perfect, empty no-place [holder "Zero"] where there is only absolute stillness--you could say that God [Timeless Eternity] is peace.

Before the universe [spacetime] was born,...

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Who wants to join a sacred cooperative
with both divine and humane purpose,
secular meanings
with organic liturgical rites
of seasonal passage?

Indeed,
who would not
should ego's veil descend
like commodified energy's nonrenewable extinction;
LoseLose trends of nihilism
within psyche,
fascism 
within a paranoid society
which...

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Mentors with the BeeTrees

From NorthWinds
come darkening winter
as newborn discontent
waiting to spring forth.

From SouthWinds
come summer's diastasis
climax of full-born wisdom,
contentment for and from all four directions
spread across sleeping hearts
of each nighttime regeneration.

From normalizing WestWind toward East colonializing
patriarchal...

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I remember my mindbody would tense
sometimes
then relax into confusion
while non-consiliently reading Bucky Fuller's "Synergetics 2."

I also remember,
and too often reweave,
Fuller's stream of thought ecoconsciousness
as I read  Beck and Cowan on the well-timed subject 
of...

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As I awake this morning
I remember a Barney song 
for my more oppositionally misaligned daughter.

I love you
and you love me
even if I couldn't realign my four B's,
Brain,
and Branches,
and Belly,
and Butt, 
these four aligned
good government.

If you...

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The Revolution of Taoism

Within the evolving cultural womb of human nature's prehistoric original intent

Looked at, but cannot be seen--
EarthMother's creative heart-womb
is called panentheistically Invisible
omnipresent core Yintegrity. (yi)

Listened to, but cannot be heard--
SolarSystemGod's crowning language 
called...

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We might
we must
we mightily engage color's radical invitation
toward democracy,
in which black camouflages equal opportunity,
creolizes equivalent enculturations
of diversity's tones and hues
and historic chilling cries.

We could thereby release
this collective stranglehold on white
as might
and right
or fight
absence of color's...

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Alan as Buckminster
delivers Fuller Watts.

Left-Brain partisans of deductive "prickles"
and Right-Brain partisans of inductive "goo"
have reduced mutually antagonistic arguments
into something resembling a pile of boorish poo.

Prickly Reds are tough-minded,
rigorous competitors,
precise calculators of economic wealth priorities
for global...

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When life enjoys our full inhale,
breathing in-formation,
Then dying purges through breathing out,
exhaling excarnation,
recessively oriented toward last breath,
precessively convexing (B. Fuller) back in Dia-Memory toward next breath
as first breath of each eternal moment;
reverse regeneration advent.

These two,...

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Nature loves diversity
just as air abhors a vacuum.

Stability lives in staged apposition with diversity
as Yang predicts Yin,
as time moving stably forward
predicts time imagined more diversely
as the history of regeneratively slow-evolving Earth.

Stability, without conjoining diversity,
is a...

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My future captures my imagination
as my past succumbs to memory.

I imagine winning this economic game
by competing with everyone
and continuing to win unsurpassed
to finally arrive at my goal
alone
no one else anywhere near my self-inflicted finish line,
behind...

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Quantities of time feel nothing.
Calculating, summing and subtracting,
days and weeks,
months and years and decades
roll past our eyes and ears
our growing and shrinking stomachs
to leave their strong and weak-grooved rings,
yet I only feel and remember qualities...

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Imagine yourself as a tree
with a leaf named Yang
and a coarising nondual twig named Yin,
having a sappy conversation about life and mortality.

Do you think this twig would be so foolish as to correct the leaf’s...

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What if we were song,
sacred litany?

What if,
What if we were dance,
gracefilled choreography?

What if we were energy,
therapeutic information?
Naked trees
joining navels
from native mother to nurture mother
down through speciating generations
up for regeneration.

What if?
What if we became tireless time,
reorganizing...

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Trees and seeds
like embryonic eggs
are each fed by root systems
intending diastatic maturation,
like Easter lillies,
and seasonal, more static, decomposing purgation,
heading toward further cooperative re-investments
or waste
depending on our choices
and way of seeing,
more competitive or more cooperative.

The seed...

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