…. is true?

[ in the words of blue (or no) collar workers..]

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Oh one who mentors me in “Father” style,

knows my demeanor, personality,

the humous making human selves, the while 

you stay to give each breath, like air ’round me.

And know the mechanisms, workings of

the way of Christ, which is the way of love,

The impetus and method, both seem pov-

erty begotten - coming from above,

and prizing diff’rent things, for greater reas-

-ons (never understood from down below).

Creative love which made and keeps- on seas

of molten lava- all the land we know.

You “get” the WORD of love, show its effect

upon the world, and how it gets expressed.

And if you make us able to reject

it, maybe we can welcome your heart’s best..

I think I start to see it, though admit

it’s in a mechanistic way, just now.

But I am trusting you more to make it

apparent in my life. Some way, some how.

You symbolise it with the word “KHESED*”

then give the meaning to that word by acts,

of keeping your own word, as though you’re wed.

You have Hosea demonstrate the facts.

You do your bit for centuries, and then 

millenia (a long time for us who

do only live a century), so when

we understand how faithful love might do

the work of moving this humanity

another step towards creator’s dream.

But best of all you give to folk who be

thus choosing under your authority,

more of the breath of heaven that they might

be prompted by creative love itself

still flowing through their being.. real good shite

that brings into existence a new health,

or way of being in this world where pain

is multiplied, instead of beauty, truth,

and loveliness. But his way brings again

some points of being, beings who are cooth.

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Footnote

D* - The word KHESED, used in the old Hebrew Bible (the bible Jesus used, quoted, lived out - and which his early disciples followed him in learning from, and modelled the gleaning of the meaning from the words) is often translated faithful love, eternal love, steadfast love, covenant love. Family love. It is contrasted with the actions of care that come from contractual love. And it is based on keeping not so much any general or particular word, with the exception of keeping one’s own word. So Yeshua says describing not so much a moral code, as a core trait or expression of this way of life: “Let your ‘Yes’, be (in fact, and mean, therefore) ‘Yes’.”. Not more, not less. In other words he is starting a revaluation of verbal communication. By people choosing their words carefully, then keeping themselves to their own word on any matter, they are being involved in the recreation of a universe, and more, in their ancient world-view - they included symbolism into the universe by calling it “the heavens and the earth”, and meaning the core principles by which everything is held together, and the fleshing out of those core realities in consistent expressions on/in  our allotted land(s).

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Oh God we love you,

and we’re very glad…

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We're very glad that you are who’s our Dad,

and we’re some kids you have, and that you’ve had

whom you’re committed to. You won’t stay sad.

By end of womb-world life, we’ll be “Not bad”!

We’ll be a good reflection of your son,

and you’ll be saying truly…(H…mm).. “Well done!”

That won’t be ’coz o’ stuff done on our own,

’coz we’ll have learned that partnership has sown

a diff’rent way of living on this earth.

The curtain in between was rent, as was

its symbol in the temple at the Birth/

New Covenant between dimensions ’coz

all humans now may be a temple and

a priest to speak for Earth to Heavenly Dad,

and prophet speaking, acting as Love planned

(not on our own, but as great love would add).

Our senior partner (as do we ourselves)

would speak with symbols into our own hearts.

We must be willing to learn, ev’ry health

somehow. Instead of more hell, bring fresh starts!

The hell's of our own kingship without you…

I feel it when I wheeze, not breathing clear

the sweet air, wind, breeze, breath, of life that’s true- 

ly partnered,  ev’ry step is drawing near

to who has never left (is all around), 

as much as is the air we need to breathe,

And that supports our life upon this ground

of all our being. His sword’s never sheathed.

It’s meant to be a living breathing thing

a speaking ever love’s eternal WORD,

a seeking of the children who would bring 

more graceous thanks, which might seem quite absurd.

But it is known to those who would accept

fore-giveness for their sins, to then absorb 

the horror of the things for which he wept

that day outside the sepulcher. Our orb…

about the Sun, by Earth, is ā bit like

our orb about our Father, and his son

our very moon in night time, shines same light.

His sending - us small  satellites - begun!

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…k he said*…

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The lover of my life, and health, & breath,

the lover of my wife, and self, in (death,

and) life upon this Earth; you’ve turned around

the way we speak of life, then death. You found

it necessary stuff, to start at cross,

(combining death with suffering as well 

as shame, which often comes to us with loss

of self-determination (which brings Hell,

if self is the alone thing some speak of,

instead of teamed up with a larger way

of learning to relate with all around

as hemispheres in brain are teamed - & stay

in healthy human individu-al

where hemisphere that’s left’s not left at all,

though often-times it is allowed to stall

the impulse that right hemisphere would call

us to. “Right” stays around to suffer much 

with one that would be left alone, by choice.

So that there is a chance for “Left” to trust -

- & veto less what “Right” has tried to voice.

So I, as hemisphere that’s “Left”, down here, 

would kneel and give allegiance to my christ,

who through the influence of “Right” appears,

considering another way, suffice

ta say - the way of self-giving, khes’ed*.

I see your way more cle-ar-ly today

as I spend time with you, and see “as dead”

that separated, left a-lone-ly way.

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d* - KHES’ED, is the Hebrew term, used in the Hebrew Bible; often translated into English as loyal love, loving kindness, faithful love, the love that is invoked for keeping one’s own word, in covenants. When the New Testament translates this word into the Greek word Agapé, it then takes our understanding further than saying that “God is loving”, and using symbol and metaphore, says starkly that “GOD IS LOVE”.

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Gaanha-bula*

(Truth Through Knowledge*)

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The kind of life that “lives, and moves, and has 

its ‘being’” in this world, connecting not

with purpose, or with meaning, will thrive as..

..as much as do machines, cancer, or rot.

That's not to say it will not multiply

(nor that the parts will not get out of whack).

For cancer cells take that command and “try”

to practice it, but don’t honour. They’re slack

at acting like there's order down the line, 

at tending to the purpose they were made -

connect with knowledge, where the truth does shine

(not where it can’t be seen. So light, not shade

enables us to see. But here’s “the rub”:

the ointment that must be rubbed in, through time;

the single purpose learning, with no hub

(rotating not around the truth sublime*)

the truth we know (& thus  enflesh it here),

on Middle Earth, between the poles that be

(at least by some conceptions, they appear)

“above”, “below”. The purpose that we see

or think we do. And through life here we test

out how our chosen options really work.

Some do. Some don’t. We’re not sure ’bout the rest.

But let us learn, and not just slob, or shirk!

The falling down. That giving up, to be

just led by “my desires at the time”,

is fearful way to bring insanity,

instead of growing friendship, so it shines.

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la* - Canobolas is an  anglicisation of Gaanha-bula, the Wirajuri name for the two shoulders seen in our landscape, and storied about in that culture - showing (not telling, but story-telling) how an ignoring of higher purpose and lore brings dire consequences.

ge* - The present motto of Canobolas High School, where knowledge has both its incipient connotations of a) relating in a deeper way as a self, (close or personal knowing of a person or people, as spouse/ friend / acquaintance/ class member, someone to hang out more with or best not to hang out more with)  & b) the more perfunctory knowledge of facts, recall,  understanding connections of principles, and ways to maintain, protect and enhance - (focussed on technology for) the self (individually, or collectively).

me* - It appears that the term Sublime, is itself a nuanced tension between two poles, that might be expressed as  delight/awe and terror/horror, notably akin to the function of what is meant by another term Numinous. Others seem to frame the sublime as a result of living in a tension between our sensory limitations (with finite ways, in time & space, of relating to others around us), and our rational mind (which assumes the possibility of an infinite understanding).

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Unless you change...

(...and become like a SMALL ONE, A CHILD…)

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Dear God you are our father (and our friend),

you know we are but dust, though with your breath.

We take from Jesus that his life don't end,

though we may sleep, love never meets real  death.

For love continues, never ends, or stops,

but finishes what's started - til complete.

And it's complete is not some static Top -

some journeys rest &  strengthen up your feet.

Dear God your "Paul" (that does mean "small" we know)

has taken Jesus' wisdom here for real.

The small child holds its parents' hands and shows

its heritage and future, thus revealed.

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Now She’s Sixty-Four!

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This day, but long ago on a Monday, 

was born to Hans & Dell in Brisbane town

a baby girl, who hadn’t much to say

except some crying. Third child, not a frown

from Mum & Dad, they knew the drill by then,

the crying was no problem, just “the deal”.

So soon she joined her fam-i-ly again 

(for she was there before, but not for meals).

And grew up, finished prim’ry school and more.

She went to Grammar for High School you know.

Then Rot-ar-ry Exchange brought a new store

of chances, changes happened on the go.

For there, she says, she bowed her knee to who

was once anointed by creative love

itself to lead all humans so to choose

to live obeying word from up above,

instead of just their own desires or whims.

This magic might seem more than could be true,

but I have seen her choose to learn from him,

so I would vote with her, and also do

that shrink to little children learning love

within this power-centred world down here.

Though years have gone (full sixty-four have shoved

their ways across her path), she’s staying near

to who she covenanted with - for life:

her God, her husband, children, grandies too.

Katrina you are more than just my wife - 

my friend as well, and Dear Girl, I love you.

Paul.

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confidence

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Hey folk, I am hoping to make it to breaky in the morning at 7:30am.  I'll see anyone else who makes it too. Either way...

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Oh God, we love you, and we want your reign

of quiet confidence, and contentment,

with content meant to bring futures again

into this place below where you have sent

your spirit into Jesus, your own Christ,

and then together your son and yourself

sent this same spirit, to help us (suffice

ta say) - our en-er-gy, and too our health. 

And just this way, our fam-i-ly grows true,

and thus true sons and daughters are grown up.

We have the highest confidence in you -

your Jesus way to let your life erupt!

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Door ta …

.. a new world... Just thought of you, seeing that picture of you on the fridge wishing us a Happy New Year 2026. Love.

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God help this daughter there in Dubbo town,

to rest in your good company today,

(including those in whom you walk around)

where she lives, moves, and "be"s, within this fray.

Please give protection from the sin that seems 

to be a crouching predator that wants

to have her, as a "thing", not just in dreams,

but as a slave, or food to fuel it's nons-

ence. She is your own daughter, as she's mine, 

(and Trina's too - & we are yours as well).

Please give your wisdom, at the precise time

it's needed    to build heaven's hopes, not hell's.

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Renewed

(in the spirit of our mind)

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      “...we cannot possibly restrain ourselves from speaking about what we have seen and heard with our own eyes and ears.” (Acts 4:20)

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Wow, what a principle to see myself.

I think it’s true. I’ve seen it in my life.

At ev’ry level where insight is health

of "human" being seen as Love's own wife.

Ones who are intertwined themselves with who 

is being in itself, but wants to share

this way of living life, designing you

& me to model “fam-i-ly” that's there.

What is it that I've seen and heard with my

own eyes and ears? Because I probably

won’t possibly be able to comply

with orders to restrain myself from spea-

king of not “what I think”, but “clearly see”.

It’s no longer exper'enced in me as two-

step process which I undertake in me,

(and though I do suppose that I must do

it, for it is in fact an act that’s done,

if it is to occur within this world).

I must be trained to see, not as a one-

off instance, but as process that’s uncurled

in me as was the sitting with my views 

of left eye, and the right one too, in head,

and trusting that designers' work ensues..

..let it add third dimension there instead.

So here I am, I do hear things, … those birds

at 5 am they warble-in the sun,

add to the views of heaven that have stirred

somehow within this heart.  New day’s begun!

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cross the road

(yet overdoing it becomes a double crossing)

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That fellow neighbour in my street who lives

quite close, but is quite angry with me now,

for reason that I do not know, which gives

me wonderings - leaves me scratching my brow…

…and other neighbours can not get along

with him just now, they keep their distance well,

to not be damaged, hurt, or then take on

the rolê of target, in his “practice” hell.

A hell that’s made from human choices to 

be portals into this world of that stance

which focuses alone, with self in view-

keep it maintained, protected, then enhance.

This is too limited, a one-eyed view

of life on Earth, where we since birth have learned

to leave all the relating which we do

to others who must oversee; we’ve spearned

apprenticeship to none less than the love,

creative energy, integrity,

design, which bounces atoms in each glove

that’s called a human self - so you and me -

to give us human selfhood, in a world

that speaks an action language, of symbol,

to give us insight; not as though we’re hurled 

by chance & indescriminate “gamble”.

Though maybe “gamble” isn’t quite all wrong

for in that process, someOne has a will, 

a hope that actual is well,  more strong 

than actuarial, statistical.

One learns that acts can trump the stat’s themselves,

some trust is put on that, to outsmart odds;

it's living dangerously, not “off the shelf”,

in hands of God, or maybe just some gods.

But getting back to two eyed view, where the 

view that’s from second eye which sees the big-

ger picture, from above, not just where we

live on this ground of being; it’s a sig-

nal, or more symbol, of that we’ve been “dacked”,

so let a bigger understand ing act,

impact this world. If we were made in fact

to here enflesh LOVE’s word/ will with impact!

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long haul..

(Roe, Paul)*

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The greatest pilgrimage, reserved for each

who’s ever had the chance to live on Earth

(that’s under heavens, over land or sea),

should occupy some time and thought.. since birth…

At least we model it, as Jesus spoke

of having naps or sleep (like ev’ry night).

A portion of each day*, we find each bloke

or sheila loses consciousness, all right?

Then, we are not “in charge”... not “calling shots”;

or if we do, most sane folk will ignore

the words we say. What acts we do are lots

less able to be blessing others, for

we’re not attending well to things around,

not able to participate down here.

That's not to say that no story has found 

us, will not carry us, till we appear

- back here, on waking up again; or else,

as we might learn from this symbol each day, 

- in bigger, smaller, dream-time. Better health’s

an oft repeated blessing either way.

For even this small symbol helps itself

(not meaning on its own, to take away,

but though this life’s a given thing), our health

will often turn within our sleep. We pray

for symbol to be quite fulfilled at last..

To die within a restful sleep seems best

to many folk - that’s even who live fast

and furious. I’m curious to rest.

And I think Paul the row-er ’cross that stream,

(not on his own no more, but) spirit’ed

within the Dreamtime Jesus said had beamed

into this world, will not be really “dead”.

Except to this “ol’ way” where we adore

the spirit of compet’iveness, & “seize”

on what’s not melody; but something for

the sporting field, the game - with boundaries.

Remains - the rest of peace, in hands well proved,

who sides with keeping one’s own word, & trusts

the word of that creative love which rooved

this “home”, protecting little ones of dust.

But not to stop adventures! Not at all!

- to snip that mortal coil - umbillical,

and learn to live quite partnered, standing tall,

and seeing God (which is quite biblical)..

..and knowing him who is, Pa Excellence - 

the biggest Dad-Joker around the place,

this won’t be just an inconvenience*,

but what his life’s equipping him to face.

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Notes underfoot

)*- another subtitle possibility is "like father, like son"

y* - An eighth (3hrs) to a third (8hrs) of most days, most humans “fall asleep” into unconsciousness. Many have learned to look forward to it, as a time of refreshment.

e* - recalling G. K. Chesterton’s quip that went something like “An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” [1]

his life - obviously means “all his life up to (& including) now”; but with Paul there is another metaphorical (& metanarratival) meaning as well; as when his namesake, Jesus Christ’s Apostle (=Ambassador), Paul wrote in the First Century, to a motley crew (including slaves) of new Jesus followers in the provincial Roman town of Colossae: “When Christ, who is your life, appears…” (Col 3:4)

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1st Draft Audio recording of a reading of the text above.

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… the Man!

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Hmm mate... How are things? 

Your boy is suffering some sort of weird “spiritual” attack… please pray… 

Ok, until we get to talk...

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Oh God, we're asking you to be the God,

and we will be your people on your Earth.

Please do protect this boy from evil's odd

and pow'r-less ways, since he is yours from birth

into the fam'ly of his father who

has given his allegiance to your son.

And so this boy is holy unto you

since he is covered until he's begun

to choose himself, as young man, on your earth.

I think the sooner he takes this on too,

the sooner he is partnered, with new birth

as son himself, well loved, the son of you..

with your eternal life - immortal stuff,

that swallows up our old self that's a prick.

Please grow us up, we can't do it enough

un-partnered on our own. We are too sick.

But healing, by your own design is good;

self-healing bodies, what a lurk to have.

And so we thank you God (just as we should)

and ask you to help us see how to nav-

-i-gate through all these weird things round about. 

Please give the wisdom of creative love

to us to learn to serve, and not to pout

just because we aren't quite wise enough..

Since if we’re partnered with the very one

who keeps the universe existent and

is glad to have a child join in the fun,

there’s heaps we don’t yet need to understand!

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Dear Robyn.

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God, help this lady, who is your small child,

to cry as is the right emotion to

express the kind of sadness, grief as styled

by you our God, & Jesus son of you.

And same for Paul, her husband; may they smile

as Jesus did to people whom he met, 

as well as crying loudly in the style 

of prophets of the God we've not seen yet

we love him, 'coz he sources all OUR love, 

and answers all requests as he thinks good.

We trust his wisdom as from far above

our own, which is just sense. And so we should.

And thanks for blessing them together with

the offspring that you gave them, so to more

bring blessing from the heavens to the ear-th

to help embody what we’re put here for.

They never thought they’d live eternally

in mortal bodies, any more than those 

of ante-natal foetuses which be

fed, breathing and excreting through that hose -

the cord that is um-bill-i-cal that goes

to the placenta, inside womb of Mum,

but after birth the after-birth, and hose

are well, discarded - “bigger” life has come.

But also all the after-birth may well

be buried with some honour & some grace,

because it served, sustaining life; and tell

the story of its work in that small space.

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A day like today

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They say that ev’ry day is much the same

as ev’ry other day that comes along.

At times it seems to be true, since each name

of days within a week may start off strong,

Like Mon-, or Choose-, or When’s-, or Thirst-, or Fry-

(or even when you’ve Sat- in Sun- they say),

all of them end the same, that is in my..

my lingo (English), where each ends in “-day”.

Though this is not so strong an argument, 

there is the fact that feelings worlds can be 

discounted by the fact-y part that’s lent 

more power by our culture. Let me see.

Today is When’s-day, though I don’t spell well,

I slept last night in Dubbo town on mat-

ress on the floor, and then I saw my gal

for breaky, just before I walked and sat

in driver’s seat, of our car, and came back

to Orange, where I had a school-day which 

a lot might say is just another day

but we got through a lot of stuff and learned 

a bit in different areas of life,

and gave some “yindyamarra” as folk say 

around here, that lets people who’ve been burned

move forward, even though there’s still some strife.

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