My God, I'm walking in this world that's fresh
today and seeing all these dewdrops hung
announcing diamond-like with colours spesh-
ly crafted on the edges of each one.
Just like a ring of covenanted trōth,
that leads to singing, working strong and hard,
to grow a living love, that's more than both
the individu'l entities on guard.
And now I'm in an arbour under trees,
with all these diff'rent bird calls up above,
the soft sun's shade is speckled by all these
and really, it's not hard to recall love.
Some little birds are flying just ahead
from clump to clump of grasses on the side.
Just like those little children at some wed-
dings, holding flowers just before the bride.
The groom seems out of sight, for just this mo-
meant, as it's just before the wedding's here,
this thriving country sparkles with the fo-
ment of the love that's unrequited, near
enough, it feels, just here, "alone" on road,
in comp'ny with creative love itself,
but learning as I look and bear the load
that love itself prescribed, and gain in health.
Just like a ring in covenanted trōth,
that leads to singing, working hard, with strength,
to grow a living love, that's more than both
good feelings & good suffering, at length.
These picture(s) and video(s) might be of no use at all. … They don't communicate the best bits; the 3 dimentional-ness, and wonten beauty of the big and small (sky, clouds, horizon, trees from a distance, and trees up close, grass heads & little sperm-like wriggly tailed grass-seeds, and spider webs, the breeze on a face, the intermittent and wonderfully varied birdcalls, and cheeps, and chirrups, and warbles etc…
Let alone a phone-call from a daughter and child, or friend, to say hello, while this is all happening… Rich, beyond measure & words, and beyond what can be passed on through any one communication method.
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OLD TO NEW WORLD VIEW
Despite that science tells us "This world is
not what it seems on outside, to the feel,
with layers upon layers forming things",
I still believe that our ol' world is real.
Our scientific story tells us that
despite what we all see here (think we "know"),
there's layers of "community" which mat
together, and which interleave.. (quite so):《1》
Inside, within each body, making up
the living ones, are individu'l "cells",
or living creatures that can be corrupt-
ed, or combined to make a host where dwells
the multicelled "community" we see
that's planted right before us "on" (or "in")
our ground of being. Even you and me.
And these can be disrupted or can win!
The ways that these communities would seize
things 'round about to aid their tiny parts,
to work together: shelter, feed, and ease
their life, to bring a thriving from their starts,
are called in this Our world "to feed", & "clothe
and shelter", self or fam'ly, other lives.
The old words from Our world that covered both
are "love", & then there's "peace"- which meant "life thrives".
But smaller yet, each body that exists,
of rocks, or gasses, animals or plants;
(and irrespective of "life" tagged to its
existence as an entity, per chance..)
is made of smaller atoms, molecules,
or other things that kind of are like "seas".
But smaller yet (these aren't just words of fools)
are forces "circling", balancing with ease.
Where either particles or waves "impart"
existence to those higher levels too.
But here we haven't even made a start
on bigger things, like Galaxies and U-
ni-verse, or other categ'ries rehearsed,
like Supernova, Nebulae, and Giants,
Dwarves, and other stars that shoot and burst,
to cook up compounds, elements and ions
from which all of the rest can start to "be".
Invisible dimensions in this way
we start to understand, and maybe "see"
within our "mind's eye" - as they used to say.
But still our story makes more sense, or less
of all dimensions we've encountered here,
since we were born - to order and to mess,
with this ol' world. - And this is where I cheer
myself as I move on, and others too.
The world we "started" in, that let us learn
about dimensions and these worlds that you
have just now been reminded of, don't spearn!
The story that's apparent: God made this
whole world with more dimensions than you'd poke
at with a stick, does not seem so remiss
and starts to look less like it was a joke!
"The best is yet to come", as AA found
in fact, through living in this re-al world.
And there's a higher power hanging round
to see if we would reach out and be curled
within the love of biggest Dad, or Mum,
and let the Great Creator's fam-il-y
look after us and grow us, and then some..
towards more of a nature that is free
to love back, as we have ourselves been loved.
And that's why most religions in this world
admire, and think good-life was surely gloved
within the life, that we have mostly hurled
our insults at, and blamed him for our faults
and misdemeanours, laziness, and such.
It's him I would commend to you. Us dolts,
we killed the model human God loved much -
the second Adarm (and would kill his Eve,
that God brings from him while he's "not around").
In jealousy and ignorance, we'd weave
a net to catch them yet, like beasts been found
and named. So if you ask me to I'll tell
the story of the glory of God "THERE",
who loves his kids, and wants them to do well,
take on creative love, and learn to share.
《1》 physically enact this by interleaving the fingers from each hand with those of the other
