Seeing through to…

what love perceives…

An hour with a kaleidoscope of Phenomenal facts!

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Waking to a new day’s bird song,

gently chorused by that throng.

Now alerted  to the light show,

on at curtain-pull below.

Both at curtain-close (and open)

lovely lights erupt as then

curtain streams across the sky and

minds are focussed, or expand.

Neither covers up all light, some

still gets through from where it comes.

Shining gold the lead edge winks

tinging reds, or purples, pinks -

with the curtain-pull quite sparkly

strewing colours round quite stark-ly..

Purples, blue greys, greens appear here, 

trees with flowers - yellow, white…

Dark green, light green, saplings, bushes,

orange/ red bricks I descry.

Curtain light-blue at the edges 

lets the sun (& moon) shine through 

Darker-blue, at times, in centre.

Yet the stars still scurry to

appointments… (though now  hidden),

as we too also may do

on earth the same, through colours given

to birds, bees, and humans too.

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Hold on,

dig down deep (and  out wide, & back) …

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Oh now, to hold and learn and not impeach

some lesson of the day that is now gone.

First: action is the goal, not  thought or speech;

yet speech-act might ignite the light that’s shone*.

And as I tried to act this early morn

I found I'd missed my scheduled dates and plans

and God helped me to straighten up my form

as Trina asked me "When?” and "Where?” exams.

And then Ignatius (Antiochian),

about 130CE I recall,

from Ken who sat beside me, as the man

who was a rector, who’d now  met this Paul.

Then speaking of that book* that offered more

of ancient world-views, but could not speak to

the hemisphere that’s left in me. I’m raw -

delight, frustration, both come somehow through

its pages, yet it draws me on, I think

it’s been used now to open “symbol” up

to me. Most ancient world views saw the link

in language of creation which erupts..

but this at first was just opaque to me, 

as hose-shoe puzzle* seemed at first to be,

but as dimensions are made use of, we

learn fresh ways we can do, what we can't see

at first, but paths can open, if we act.

And later on tonight, with “signature” -

I saw two ways to understand a fact.

Oh God you teach me, though I’m immature!

Halleluyah!

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Footnotes

ne* - E.g. “God said: ‘Let there be light!’ … & there was light… & God saw that it was … good.” Plus another 6 times “God said: ‘Let…!’; & it was so. …  & God saw that it was … good.” (Gen 1)

k* - The Language of Creation, by Matthieu Pageau, 2018.

le* - A puzzle owned by relatives, which I learned to do today, which works to allow you to get a ring off a contraption where it is stuck in the middle - by treating it as a 3-D puzzle instead of just working with it as a 2 D one. When only viewed as a 2D puzzle it presents itself as an enigma, an impossibility.

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re: Pete

Vol U me; 

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Well, Pete has lived on Earth now quite a few..

..years lived on Earth, but taking heavens’ clue

a quest/ adventure here, in  many ways.

The basic quota*’s come. It’s on display

somehow within his life, in fam’ly style -

so teamed with Penny, nesting all the while

for kids and gran’ kids who come in, go out

along with other relatives, no doubt,

but friends and neighbours get a leg in too,

a hospitality that will not do 

half hearted jobs, but tries to fill the cup

to overflowing, because there’s an “up”

and “down” to life, but not to khesed* love -

this earth is made to be, a living, move-

-ving model of this life that’s from above,

a kind of salt, or light that will improve 

or clarify, exemplify the aim.

That kind of kindness doesn’t deal in shame,

though it’s aware, and let's shame burn out dross

a temp’ry state to move through, like a cross.

It looks to me that he, that’s Pete, would see

(like Father, so like son) that all would be

the kind of place that God sees “very good!”

a nest that is a launching pad, as could

their nest be coz their bodies even are

a nest or home for life that’s in each star,

as that soft-cooing bird of hope & new-

creation, which from opened  heavens flew.

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Footnotes

a* - the old “three score years and ten” - beyond which there is often difficulty (not to say that there was none beforehand, as Yeshua said “in this life you will have trouble”).

d* - KHESED, is the Hebrew term for covenantal love, as in any covenant which depends on people keeping their word. It is variously translated  lovingkindness, mercies, eternal love, steadfast love. It will often display great tenderness, but is not itself built on a disposition towards that, so it can be very tough if keeping its word calls for  that.

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purpose

(per pose; persons pose)

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Know that he’s looking at me through their eyes, 

& let him keep looking at them through my own.

This, I can see is his master disguise,

as well as his means to team up - and atone.

Truly his fam’ly, his sons and his daught-

-ters shelter his viewing of ev’ry thing near.

But they’re allowed to join in with his sport -

ta look out with love for each other and cheer…

Not for determining “how they would choose”,

(simplistic’ly) meaning they can’t choose at all;

but for determining now he could lose

the wrestle with children, who’ll learn how to fall…

..Looking at Father & learning to lose

(with handicap more than what means he will win).

So we can grow (me and ev’ry one who’s

in truth his own), following where he has been.

Hearing his voice, not only his words,

and list’ning by choice, so our choosing could grow

carefully, consciously, 

for we have heard

some music we’d like to join in with and go

out with, from fam’ly to those who have lost

some links to their fam’ly of origin which

gives joyous purpose to all that it costs

our Father’s the one who fell into the ditch…

Trav’ler from JewSaleM*, prodigal son*,

both quite down and out, but just love lets him feel

all that they feel. And it’s love makes him run

right up to them so that they might learn the deal.

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Footnotes

M* - a story Jesus told about showing extravagant love to people in need: “A certain man was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho… (see Luke 10:25-37)

n* -  a story Jesus told about  lostness: “There was once a man who had two sons, one … was seen as a prodigal (waster), one was a ‘goody two-shoes’ ”... (see Luke 15:10-32)

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Own I’m ungrown…

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Oh God I start to see 

my immaturity,

I feel embarrassed by 

the weaknesses I try

to cover up in me. 

I want to truly be

grown up already, I 

want to be lifted high…

..not as was Christ of God, 

beside where people trod

past, jeering, making fun 

of him, and letting run

their mouths, and hearing odd 

misunderstandings got,

from their ignoring, won 

by puffing up begun

by strutting in the sun 

instead of list’ning done

on own, away from folk 

in small room kind o’ poke-

y, known by only one 

instead of heaps of fun

while playing ev’ry joke 

upon the other bloke.

“Impressive!” is what I 

seem bound to want to try

to be, but now gladly 

I’d catch your eye on me;

know that’s enough to buy 

full core of new-found life,

instead of just sadly 

enslaved rather badly.

Unless you make me new,

there’s not much I can do

to be raised as your son, 

your work’s started, begun

by spirit here of you - 

been sent to grow me true.

I must just trust - you’ve won; 

your word that I’m your son.

Please grow your life and love, 

and wisdom from above

in me, I trust your plan 

to make of me a man,

not just with surly shove

through sturdy leather glove.

Authority to stand

against whatever’s planned

by all the people round, 

the nations who are found

enslaved by lesser gods

who see nothing at odds

with loveless life, no sound

of deep joy to redound.

I’m glad I’m yours. Your nods

pay meaning out in wads.

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the verb “Love” …

(not the noun “knowledge”)

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Oh God how do I grow up so as not

to need to be displaying what I know.

I seem to love the learning that I've got

to do already, and I want to show 

it off to other people, or just be

somehow acknowledged by the folk around.

I'm wondering about, and think I see,

a way to find, & yet still not be found

by others in the act of knowing stuff.

I think that maybe that’s one reason why 

you hide yourself. It may not be enough,

but might be part of your “means”, so you spy

on us through ev’ry person who looks on.

It's like you hide in ev'ry one you made,

and love to view it all, before they’re gone,

through point of view they have. The colour/ shade

that their eyes see, and what they pick up too

of motives and the secret acts affect-

-ing any other - one or thing, as do

all acts, undone, or done, which we’d expect 

from someone who’s a son or daughter of

a person who could think and speak and make

the heavens and the earth and call them “tov*”

who doesn’t need to eat, but loves to bake.

As I look at the way you love in truth,

not wanting folk’s attention, but to see

the world through their eyes. I want to be cooth

as you, our Father. Help me so to be.

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Footnote

v* - “tov” is the Hebrew word translated into English as “good”, 7 times in Genesis chapter One, in the phrase “God saw that it was …good”.

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a prayer before we fall into this rejuvenating journey ..where

the blue sky-curtain is drawn back, and we see into the heavens, that we may learn to trust our selves to them, as our bodies & minds fall (once again) unconscious in sleep..

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Yes! Blest are you oh God, commander of

the host of heaven’s armies, source of tov*, 

who opens wide blue curtain of the sky

& closes lids of eyes, and helps us sigh

as we may see light bodies float above 

in dances with the muse of truth and love,

and know our need to trust more than our strength

and whits - unconsciousness succeeds at length.

Into your hands, my spirit I commit,

to back receive from you - as you see fit.

Yes, 

Yes!

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Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as song.

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Footnotes

v* - tov, is the Hebrew word for "good" (as in the seven times in Genesis chapter One, where it says that "God saw that it was good" ( or "very good" = tov tov)

An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - an  example of birthing it, is now above):

In line with the common 1st CENTURY Jewish prayers, which it is likely that a torah observant Jesus prayed... I wonder if we could get for our culture, instead of its arrogantly independent spirit,  a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to end off any given day, to pray as we lay down to go to sleep, or walk under the stars/moon, or retire to bed.

Then, every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, or ballad etc (i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the night, or end of day, or going to sleep, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).

After that, we could work on one for walking out of our home, or into our workplace, or through a doorway… etc…

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Therefore… Prayer for

(young bloke getting smoked…)

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Oh God, we pray for that young bloke who’s been

quite hungry to know you - enough to've read 

and underline his bible. But he’s seen

a really hard time when he named and shared 

about his own belief in Jesus Christ.

We ask for your protection of his soul,

may your wisdom internally suffice

to give him courage and to make him bold

in showing out the life of heaven here,

the love that needs expression to get real,

your peace, and joy because his Lord is near.

May he continue, even grow in zeal

to be a conduit of your thoughtful love

that isn’t backing down, but standing up,

so showing in your world here, from above,

your lava/ love that oozes & erupts. 

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for an overcast day -

a reflective prayer

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The shimmer curtains blue are pulled across..

but then the heavens true seem to us lost,

yet shining possibilities seep through

from heavens up above, behind that blue.

When misty grey or white, or even black

drapes pull above us under blue at back,

the world seems smaller, light is undercut -

which doesn’t mean we must think heavens shut:

this gives a chance for us ourselves though mort-

-al to be channels, truly, yes, a port-

-al. So, help us God!

Yes!

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Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as a song.

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An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? -  example 3 is now above):

In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given adventure, to pray as we approach it (together with others in the same boat where possible. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of any specific adventure with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).

After that, we could work on one for our approach to our own death - restyled by Jesus, for his followers, as just another falling to sleep. (An offering towards that one too) … etc...

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start of day prayer

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Yes! Blest are you our God, Yahweh, 

the one who IS, is in all ways; 

the Emp'ror of  the Universe, 

the Maker of the Hea’ens and Earth,

who opens up the lids of eyes, 

& closes up blue curtained skies,

who opens up each mind and ear  

to focus, and use well, not fear.

Thank you for all the sleep we’ve had,

on waking up to you, we’re  glad!

Yes, 

Yes!

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Version 3; Link to Draft1 Audio Recording of version 2 of this song.

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An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - one example is now above):

In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given day to pray in bed as we get up, or in the lounge, or at breaky together. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the day, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).

After that, we could work on one for the time before we are about to fall into the  unconsciousness of sleep. (here is an offering towards that end too) … etc...

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Game ?

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To listen to the word of God: to hear 

& try to understand God’s Will and Ways 

is job of ev’ry human to appear

from humus, breathing breath of God, these days.

For words, as all sound does, come on a breath, 

a movement of the air within this sky

(between the earth & heavens), before death

our bodies are the same, if they’re alive.

A “sign of life” for humans living here

is breathing, then there’s pumping blood around

the body with the stuff from atmosphere

transporting to each cell till all have found

enough of that “life air”, where e're down here

they be. And by analogy to breath 

we have from God’s own mouth in atmosphere,

his word to us - is what saves us from death

and gives us life - as needful as is food,

or drink (that maintains  “blood” to transport air).

The word has purpose only to all who

develop from a human culture, shared,

a kind of will, or ways, or hopes and dreams.

It holds the language, as a symbol/ tool

for carrying of meaning which it seems

keeps us above the animals, to rule

in ways that are consistent with our source

of life and meaning, reason d’etre, which

might help us sense the links that are of course

what holds us up & gives our games their pitch!

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Miss ta / Misses

Dancer

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If I'm to grow up still, and not be left

as wrinkly fetus which stays in the womb;

or maybe egg unfertilized, bereft

of tiny sperm from heaven,  that as loom

weaves threads together to make up a cloth,

to weave me of these two (right into one):

the Earth of God’s, and hea’nly nature, oft

made to support/express the life begun

in God as being of creative love/

creative love as full expressed by God

in heaven, and on Earth, below, above:

together is The Way, private and “odd”

to smaller views of this world, but still true

as lovely thing that colours-in whole world

& makes a very image, as he’ll do

with all of us, as we have colours hurled..

..onto the pallette near our page of life’s 

old picture book, or photo frame that’s new

refreshed each day, as husband’s and as wife’s

determination to bring pleasure to

their spouse in ways expressed through all of life,

not just the bedroom, but making the bed, 

and taking out the garbage bin, in strife

still sticking with them, & keeping our head.

These diff’rences on Earth,  made to combine,

within a self, or marriage, as we’re meant 

to image, ev’ry level’s meant to shine

with heavenly and dusty light - both "sent".

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Eve’ning, Morning = 1 Day

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Oh dear-rest start to all beginnings that 

have purpose or some meaning in this world…

the eve’ning before morning marker flat-

out, nearly 7 times* - as ALL is hurled

into existence, nurtured in its “rest”

before the work that starts most mornings here

unless we do believe this bigger zest

that means new human life might still appear

when people sleep together, the next morn-

-ing work might start (a nine months process then)

of baby resting in its Mummy’s torn

up world, her body is her babe’s too when

it is - and only love will make that call.

Self-centred-ness can’t but see other wise.

As humans with no cones where colour falls 

on ret’nas: can’t descry; need not despise

the concept of a colour. ’Specially

so, if they ever had a cone in eye

or trusted - other folk’s  analogies

or word, to recount well the things they spy

and how some things can seem to us “..because!”.

It isn’t that no stiving’s necess’ry,

but rather that it’s not the driving force

and when we accept gifts and graciously

give thanks and let the rest be ours as well

as whose we are ourselves - not our own “things”;

but part of fam’ly heritage, we sell 

these selves short if we don’t learn songs to sing.

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s* - “There was evening, and there was morning, marking the first day.

… There was evening, and there was morning, a second day.

 …There was evening, and there was morning, a third day.

…There was evening, and there was morning, a fourth day.

 …There was evening, and there was morning, a fifth day.

… There was evening, and there was morning, the sixth day.”

“Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, ” (Genesis 1:5, 8, 13, 19, 23, 31 NET; 2:1-4 KJV)

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sussing out options

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Creative love, please help out Fred, and friend,

in looking at that unit once again,

to note what is noteworthy, now and when

(before) things fall apart,

to really spend

their time and talents well, in this market,

and in relationships with world around..

connecting well, not just car, to park it

in safety, yet such need has too been found ..

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