2022-05-18

Wednesday, 18May2022


Hoped to be up around dawn, have a cuppa, fill my thermos cup with hot water, and be off by 7am.


But had a late-ish night after 11, then had some reflection time (the last blog put down before this one (under this one) called "Meditation output.." is what appeared in that time) from 3am- 4:30am, so decided to sleep later, if i could. I couldn't, but it took a while sorting for things, and when i came to fill up my lovely red thermos mug (a gift from Tracey & her man in Lalalty), I can't find it anywhere. I had boiled the billy yesterday morning and used it, and drunk from it the previous day, still hot from being filled on the morning of that day.



You might have to imagine a bit of an Celtic, country, soulish, rappish lilt to the voice:


For alas I must (write, before I) sing the dirge of the cup..





It's 8:24am when i finally leave the Railway Hotel

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I walk t hrough the town, and it's goodbye to Lockhart, with its wide streets. Looking back:

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Walking on, and back to the dirge… i finish writing at the crossing with  Hollies Rd. Ready to sing. Recording at the bottom of the blog post: the dirge of the cup..

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Stopped near 10:50, at a roadside stop complete with bin 

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where i could empty my pockets of wrappers. Thank you folk who put these here.

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and a notice board on roadsides. We are so myopic in our care of this Earth. We have made our main wildlife preservation areas (& they say "sometimes the only ones") the space around roads where we have metal vehicles tracelling at ~100km/hr, putting at danger the fawna, and the custodians (the people).

Put out the tent base to dry, and had a lay down on it. Off again, around 11:30am


Saw some sheep, who happened to be walking along beside me, but igoring me, though I'm sure they were aware of me. Wrote and thought about  .. Sheepishly looking around.


Stopped for lunch at the Wagga Wagga Shire "welcome" sign, as I left Lockhart Shire. 

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Put my feet up, and dried out the tent fly from yesterday morning.

Then headed off again to talk with my lady on the phone & to try to make it just past the half way mark. 

Get a look at this straw bed on an old bitumen road:

Hoping to put the tent up, just past the trolley, so the pegs can still go into the ground.



Hope to make it to Collingullie tomorrow, where I'm booked for the night.






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

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