Pilgrim Walk - to Cape York

 

True, I'm on a long walk

to the top of Cape York ….

from Flinders Street Station 

in Melbourne I've hastened,

or dawdled, as might be, 

your judgement I'll soon see,

or hear, or pick up then,

but I've truly not been

that worried, 'coz I know

I'll soon be a-dead-o*.

From now on my life's

not mine, or my wife's.

Creative love triffles

with much more than riffles;

it thought up this whole world,

then let it be straight hurled

to such an abyss

as we have, like this

that beckons and smells 

of trysts in its dells.

With offspring that kindle

again, love's fire dwindled.

Creative love's conduit,

to this world, to renew 't

from dying old embers

that love still remembers.

And I would now too,

as I walk with you.

So, what do you do -

but spend life, give true?

A big lie I swallowed

is that things are hollowed,

out putting appearance

with not much adherence.

Now, I say "That's rot!",

and hate it a lot.

An image, or icon,

baloon-popping spike on

which only-appear-ness

is tested for clearness.

The sheerness of truth

with honesty's tooth.

Helps cut out the rot

that double-speak's got.

Will our words still match

their offspring which hatch?

Will our actions & words

be like "woofer's eggs", turds?

Or hatch out some vipers,

or babes that need dipers?

The higher the off spring,

more treasured, it will bring

more love and care out in

this world where we're trav'lin';

for it coalesces, 

in places where messes

are happ'ning 'coz loves'

ways don't major on shoves,

but coming down, kneeling,

to get close, and feeling..

Responding to calls

& cries isn't all;

sometimes it's the start

of the day, so the heart

can learn to give thanks

for the goodness of banks

that keep water flowing

and wildflowers growing,

let people recline,

and listen, in time.

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* "I'll soon be a-dead-o" is not meant to just be starkly jarring. But it is a reference to an old cultural rite & practice which (is a bit jarring, but which) I still use as a way to move forward, in my apprenticeship to Yeshua BarNazaret. He had the rite done to him, then fully lived out the meaning of it in his life, and calls his true followers to extend his way of life into other parts of the world, and other times in world history. For his style of loving & creative world-rule he culturally appropriated "washing", "eating a staple food", & "drinking from a cup" (& one of his ambassadors talked this way about "changing clothes"). My reference itself references the "washing" metaphor of being already washed of your old life, and stepping out into a new & creative life, with a new and creative WAY of living, that is ratified daily, and joyfully anticipated to come to fulfilment.

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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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