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.
* "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.
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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