While in the womb I feel the outside world
somewhat impinging on my life within.
And movements, voices from outside when hurled
towards me, still can be sensed, but are dimmed.
It's cruisy, and it seems to be the whole,
for impetuses from inside seem strong-
ger than the outside world, so this small bowl/
enclosed dimensions clearly can't be wrong!
At least the thought that this might not be "all",
might even be constrained for baby gods
(quite immature, and undeveloped, small),
is filtered, but when time's up, there'll be lots
of things that start to change, discomfort comes,
and very disconcertingly, the pangs
of death of that existence, really numbs,
and nothing hitherto is like the bangs
and wallops, forcings, and constraints that come.
Before that moment, cruisy kinds of growth
may just appear to disappear, & some-
what difficult things, loss of comfort, both
appear to bring on death of all life's gains
(the loss of easy movement, to & fro;
a feeling of foreboding, growing pains,
a feeling of unrest with what we've "known",
& other dimly felt and heard things surge..
the world I've been within, behind a veil
that's growing ever thinner, seems to urge
that I must come before it). First thing, wail!
After quite a lot of talks and conversations with artists who are co-conduiters, co-maintainers, and co-developers of human life, (not so much "pro-creators", more like) amateur creators: fathers, mothers, grandmothers, grandfathers, and great-grandmothers and great-grandfathers, and having been a dad to 6 live-born children, and one still-born daughter, life-partnered to a woman who shared their parentage with me, I've got to thinking more about the meaning of life in this world, and having spent time learning from the writings of those I consider to have insight into another dimension (poetic, prophetic if you like, like Eric Bogle, Dorothy Sayers, Isaiah, Hosea, Jeremiah, …) now I see this world as a womb somehow within the "Dreaming" of the God, who is at once a loving, provoking, disciplining, providing, protecting father-figure, and a nurturing, accepting, forming, covering, nesting, providing, protecting mother-figure.
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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