(family/ loyal/ covenant/ fair-dinkum/ unwritten-though-not-unexpressed-or-unperceived)
LOVE
I’m banking all my life & hopes on this.
I’m betting all my wealth & chips to win.
I’m trusting more than mechanisms, his..
..his fatherly advice, example in
well, ev’rything to do with how to be,
to think, to act, and motivations too.
God’s “means and ends” for everything we see,
and much that we will never. Way to do.
The path or way to get to changes made,
within a Universe where time and choice
exist, though we ourselves are portals bade
by gods from some dimension. We’re their voice.
So choosing gods, the God of gods that we
will listen to, and learn from, to grow up
to really become like-nesses of, see
things through the eyes of, with the same tender
well, sense of humour, presence, culture’s stuff:
the language used and why & when, & how,
the things that we enact, and keep, enough
to then in turn define us. That’s our bow.
Our method, where our hopes and dreams are seen.
The kind of things that bring our anger out,
or gladness, pleasure, what frustration means
for us, and how we deal with it. D’we shout?
Would we be willing to destroy a thing
once we have spent creative work on it?
Would we be able to refrain? To sing
when our own will was crossed? What’s our gambit?