the dirge of the cup..

 

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(You might have to imagine a bit of an Celtic lilt to the voice:)

For alas I must sing ...

the dirge of the cup..

Which is what I will now make up, may cup.

May cup, I say, is gone this day, alas.

If any good cup could hold water up

right where it should, it could, and would. It has!

And what is more, it kept a cold drink cold.

It kept a hot drink hot. 'Twas red & bold.

The folk who gave it me, they gave  not sold.

And too, its lid still sealed, it wasn't old.

I'm not sure if I left it when I stopped

to boil the billy yesterday, when drank

I from the cup, the last tea that I copped

from this good helper. It could not be a prank,

except maybe unless my memory

is helping me forget where I do put

things, or attention flies away, I see

it happened just this morning with the woot-

er ten-litre con-tain-er, then lay it

down on its side with lid untied, I'm sad

to say, but glad I saw a drip. Some git

had laid it, lid untightened. Well too bad.

And back 2 cup that's not turned up. I'm sad.

But still rejoice in good that poised in it.

The folk who gave, how it behaved. They're glad -

glad tokens of the good that doesn't shit

on you. (- I use that word, to mean a turd -

the waste that bi-o-log-ic-al life has).

I hope that someone finds that cup. Absurd?

But if you do, I'm glad for you….. Alas.

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A picture taken a week or so ago, before the cup went missing.

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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.

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《1》 physically enact this by interleaving the fingers from each hand with those of the other

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