Regenerative Poems - Poems about Regenerative

Probation sounds too probing, kinda dirty and/or messy, probably says we didn't work out, Then reset try again with closer and more sobering supervision. We all live within win/win shadows of non-reprobation non-violence non-dominant ambiguous supremacies Probation precedes Integration needing wants to work-out together, like hypotheses and conclusions Reset win/lose competitions toward win/win cooperative re-beginnings Try again evaluating wider warmer happier more inclusive polycultural health and safer resilience within heated community and eco-justice brilliance social and political green feminist implications Of recognizing appreciating celebrating what all creatures want, regardless of age nation tribe gender culture Need to...

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Living is our shared regenerative tradition as Earthlings, And dying is our autonomously separating fading degenerative position as former organic life systems living ego-identified upon and economic-ecologically within an organic Sun/Earth Revolving HealthSystem spiraling through Time revolving through Space, a global organic ecohabitat network. Anthropoid memory of matriarchal history proscribes unrealistic feelings by prescribing realistic natural images outside which remain only negatively describable as unrealistic untrue unhealthy yet felt as darkly spiritual evil unorthodox imaginations. Perhaps it is not...

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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...

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Her husband, without warning, said, “I’m leaving.” Her sanity and will to live were tested. She cried out many nights, “God, take my grieving away!” For twenty-five years, she’d invested her all in him. She thought she’d be deceiving herself believing she’d be interested in love again, but soon she would be sharing her life with someone loving, good, and caring. posted July...

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"Religious experience is living in solidarity [and integrity] with God [Earth's recreative universal (0)-sum Source]. Yet to maintain such solidarity [and integrity] involves knowing how to [regeneratively co-a]rise, how to cross an [polypathic deductive/inductive] abyss. Vested [ego] interests are more numerous than locusts, and of solidarity [integrity] of character there is only a smattering. Too much [ego-degenerative] devotion is really too little. It is grave self[ego]-deception to...

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We will always have our poor in spirit. We will always have our ecopolitical conservative universal fundamentalists. We will always have our ecologically liberal, multicultural, unitarian, integrative radicals. Our problem is not that dipolar nonduality is written midway across the heart of every cooperatively-intended resident of healthy planet Earth. Our problem is reified human nature emerging politically competitive structures, systems, climates, frames of normative reference, each offering...

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If love is healthy perhaps health is a form of love, like synergetic relationships, witnessing awesome consciousness of bilateral co-arising events as love connection, healthy function. All, or at least most, circuits and systems positive co-empathic functioning. So hatred would be pathology, disassociating circuits and systems. But, what about apathy? Apathy and hatred, a pathology monoculturing spectrum? as passive peace and active love emerge a healthy polyculturing network of...

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the mirror takes no prisoners, for it doth reflect all the ugliness that composes the present & very real you that stares back, smashing again & again with fists full up to the brim with conglomerated rage--- it grows back, faster than the hydra, whose tentacles lash back in the face of all uncompromising & stark reality--- with the ambition of youth burnt away, barely noticeable in the ashtray of one’s fading existence & the future curling up ahead in...

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