2026-11-05

learning

business



Oh God, how do I walk with you in learn-

-ing how to help the people whom you love,

while some are also close to fire that’s burn-

-ing, & that’s likely to be caught or shoved..


that’s shovelled onto those who come close up

(& anyone who aids them must come close).

I see the problem, but because the cup

you share with us, connects us to a dose


of you, yourself, your probiotics too,

the scent that’s on the breath you sent for life

to be sustained in us, you’re like trees who

breathe out the oxygen that we need rife,


then they can keep on making food and fuel,

from our breathed CO² which then they use.

This ecosystem thing need not be tool

of selfish-gene, it might just be confused.


I want to be accepting of good pay,

(& be a workman worthy of it too).

But not be ikey, charging all the way

for what can be got through this oppor-chew


-nitty that’s nitty gritty stuff alive,

well spoken of, as we seek grace and peace,

where peace means true Shalom (which means to thrive)

And grace makes graceous, and brings sweet release…


To be about my Father’s business in

this day, while we know that you like to do

this kind of thing, that smells like a nest in

the land where we now live, right here with you!




2026-11-04

good man busy

G'day. Hope you are doing well bro. Sounds like you are flat out. 

.....................


Oh God, please help that man and his good wife

to do all that he can (amidst the strife)

to rest himself in sleep-ing ev'ry night

upon you though he's weep-ing in the light


of your strong and crea-tive love that brings

more options that might make a sane heart sing

so long, and clear and strong

that grief though come

must be devoured and eaten, not made numb.


Till joy is overflowing even in

the tough times when we know that there's some sin,

a-lurking nearby to eat us up

we're made by him not shy to drink that cup…


because he’s right with us, we can do all

that he might ask of us, we need not fall,

at least we needn’t stay that way each day

we may stand up and pray, and learn his way!


Hallel-u-yah, you yah.., you yah!



2026-11-02

is Don...


Is good.
2nd Nov 2026
Hi Paul, we've just heard that Don Carpenter passed away peacefully this morning. No other details. Thought you'd like to know. Maybe you've already heard. Richard & Dorothy

Thanks. I hadn't heard before your message. Thank you for passing it on. Lovely that it was peaceful. Wow. 


Oh God, we're glad that you just simply love 

your children, and your insight's so complete.

You help us by  your spirit (serpent/ dove)

to not harm & to wisely be discreet.


So, thanks for that ol' bloke, Don Carpenter,

his heart to still be loyal unto you,

and live under authority, deter-

-ring habits and traditions that aren't true.


And even when mistaken  in some thought,

we see it doesn't matter at the end,

for trust in you brings peace that is not fraught,

but gentle careful love, as with a friend.




sickness stops some



Oh Lord, please make a way for good things to
be poured on lady, daughter, and her son.
And keep on giving your lambs ways to do
your love and friendship which are very "fun"!

2026-11-01

Arc-angel

ol' chap



God help your boy to keep in step with you,

and with his lady there, and others too

within the body of the Christ of God.

We're very glad that you with us have trod!


And we would tread with him, and follow close,

not just commands but  hopes that you disclose.

Your dreams, and what you're building where you are,

Lord Jesus, head, and our bright morning star!


(Which might be our old sun, itself a source).

And we reflect, as moons to earth, of course,

the light we get ourselves reflected from

the sunshine of your love and peace. That bomb


of nu-cle-ar proportions that would pow'r

these tiny little lives from hour to hour

and make our hearts to sing, at times so strong

that lives of yours might grow deep, if not long.


And we are yours; and you are ours; you said..

our god, our source of light, and life. You shed

your love & truth to ev'ryone who’ll bow

to enter grief as you have, thus somehow


it’s only those who love the truth or would 

be made so that they'll truly love what’s good

and not be sidetracked by strange shiny things

but keep our hearts and minds focussed, and sing


so that your harmonizing might chime in, 

and bring dimensions deeper. Fam’ly’s win

and reach and fill our longings deeper than

those who just twist and misuse what they can.





2026-10-30

Happy Earth Day!


(2026/10/30 - Katrina)



Katrina - fruiting body, our family. 

She hears and speaks and reads & also plays.

She cleans and makes the meals, and brings beauty

out all around. She’ll wash and put away


sometimes, and often helps folk in the town.

She talks to people passing on the street,

and thinks of neighbours over, up, and down.

She tries not to ignore, will often greet.


And God, may she know your great open heart,

who does the same towards her all the time.

Who’ll listen, look, and help her make a start

& then accomplish some things quite sublime.


Her husband is delighted with her care

her loveliness, her giving of her best.

He loves to gaze upon her luscious hair,

rose-gold, and all her body makes him blest.


He truly is right glad, as they would grow

together learning love, so immature.

And maybe God, you set this up to show

us ways and means of learning to endure


with joy and gladness, not just duty’s stern

& true denial of the self’s strong claim

to independence. Gladly we would learn

to live a life of love, not just in name!


By constant acts, and tones,  words with respect,

to honour all the best that comes about.

Seek honour, glory. God will not neglect

to grant the life that grows. No need to shout. 




2026-10-29

life from above


(is KHESED love)


And God said "Let the waters above and below separate... and it was so.... and it was good." So God made space for his children to live, to work with purpose, to learn to speak and match their word to reality, and thence reality to their word, as they learn to grieve creatively, and trust the love which never ends 




God, thanks for life and whirling wheels that spin, 

to serve the force of love, and bring a grin

of knowing welcome that makes room for folk, 

within a world where life's from love bespoke..





2026-10-28

A man & his lady..




May God Bless you two too, to live in love,

to listen well and speak the truth to build

up those around, to woo, not just to shove,

this motivation comes as people filled,..


..empowered by the spirit of YaHWeH,

(the one who is , and who is source of all

the Universe both heavens and Earth -  hey!

And in that way, no size can be too small.





2026-10-27

missed a walker?



(version c) .. “That evening they heard the Lord God walking in the garden, and they hid from him among the trees.” (Genesis 3:8) 



The good that Jesus Christ called “God”

through hell & through high water,

is walking, and has always trod

w’ his people, they’re his daughter.


It’s like there are two kinds of folk

who live throughout the Earth

-  and I don’t mean the “sheila” / “bloke”

dichotomy, for what it’s worth –


I mean one kind who’re “open up”

to all that they were made for:

it doesn’t matter: tiny bub,

or hundred in the shade, for


they’re like God’s kids, his child-er-en,

his own daughter or son,

so whether new-born, two, or ten,

he loves them (and he’ll discipline)


-not in that harsh, embittered way-

but still enough to learn

the worth of all they do or say;

they learn respect, and they won’t “turn-


-on ya”, and then just be diff’rent,

they get God’s character!

They’re “open up” to love and when’t

brings pain, they still can barrack ta -


ta see it win. They’ve confidence

and know the mys-stir-y

of love that is it’s one defence,

won’t throw it out for what’s just seen!


These folk - come all shapes and sizes,

cultures - all seem diff’rent,

but the thing that each one prizes:

’s what eternity’s culture’s meant!


It means all pow’rs and glories are

sourced in this God, yet spread “on loan”.

Instead of they themselves ‘THE STARS’,

they want God’s light of LOVE more shown!


The others - have already died,

some grieving has been done;

but plans of God are now being tried

to raise them up, each one.


And meanwhile, God’s still brooding, weaving, 

walking through his world.

The “Looks” have often been deceiving,

half (his grieving) ’s not been told!


As Jesus said, his secret plan

’s to hide within the weak,

the smallest, slowest, of human-

-ity holds eyes through which he’d peak.


We’re used to looking up t’impress

not down to beneath us;

so he who’s real, to real-ly bless

would use this ruse to bequeath us


his blessed image growing up

within our hearts & minds

and beings, that by showing up

will rule his world in way divine.


I want to give more air-play to

the stories of these ones

who let God look on this world through

his daughters’ eyes (and sons’).


I want to walk just as he walks

I want to see as he,

to listen as he does (and talks),

his story, let get told in me!


And to this goal I know I’ll slow

-ly keep on moving too;

a walker only, but I’ll go

on day-by-day walking with you.


Not only with self-discipline,

but too with your true coaching,

one day, I’ll be the kind of man

who handles man’s reproaching,


or human praise, yet won't become

self-focussed overlooking you,

and your care, in that christened ONE,

who walked the dusty streets then too.


Please now again, as long ago,

come walking in some skin

and bones, and let me see, please show

your world to me through eyes within.



The oldest copies we have of Genesis are in the Hebrew language. Each line of Hebrew is read from Right to Left, then successive lines are read from top to bottom. See Genesis 3:verse 8 above.




Through y our country ...




. Listening to people in our country

. Recording and passing on others' stories

. Forming short-term community

. Focussing on Jesus by listening to a First Century Rendition of the gospel (Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, The Acts of Holy Spirit of God teamed up with a new body of Christ - on Earth as in Heaven) together,  and learning together to tell it.

. Modeling an alternative way of life that is based on the mission of Jesus, which was a mission of action, and interaction, healing, wholeness,  truth-telling by images, & story-telling, and putting himself into the public mix via fraternizing with the common folk.

. Placing the soles of our feet (or sandles/shoes) on this land as the meek who will (according to Jesus, in the end) inherit the land.

. Walking with the Creator God in the land he has given us to be "shomers" (Hebrew word for "custodians" or "stewards") of.




I am called Paul Walker (not so much ‘the fast and furious’, as “the slow and curious”), and at school I am also called “Mr. Walker” (which sounds like “missed a walker”) and I don't want anymore to be one of the walkers who was missed, because he ran to hide (see the Genesis 3 quote at the top). For more discussions on Why walk? And to get a feel for some of its impacts on me… See Micah 6:8 &  these blog posts from 2nd, 3rd Dec… 2021; 19th, 20th, 22nd, 24th (A, B,), 25th Mar 2022, and (the right margin of the desktop-view of) my walking blog: the kick-start walk finished towards the end of 2025.. yvalker.blogspot.com 


Click here for an Audio recording of spoken word rendition of Gen3:8 and “missed a walker”



Join me for stage 2 - 

which might be “share in the walk of life nearby, & several weekend walks around Orange in 2027”. 


If interested- comment below 

or send a text to let me know. 

Version:2610271710


2026-10-24

Sing with me!*




(And) I will sing of the glory of the Lord come down, 

I will sing (I will sing)

oh I will sing! (oh I will sing!)..

I will sing of the glory of the Lord come down, 

I will sing (of the glory of the Lord!)...


With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (your faithfulness)

With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (to all generations).


I will sing when at sunrise all your colours abound

I will sing (I will sing!)...

oh I will sing!...(oh I will sing!)...

I will sing while the colours and the shades profound-

ly, show out (the glory of this God!)...


With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (your faithfulness)

With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (to all generations).


I will sing in the night-time when the sun’s not seen

I will sing (I will sing!)...

oh I will sing!...(oh I will sing!)...

relating what goes out beyond this earth, I mean

I will sing (of the glory of the Lord!)...


With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (your faithfulness)

With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (to all generations).


I will sing of the wonder of the Christ of God, 

I will sing (I will sing!)...

oh I will sing!...(oh I will sing!)...

I will herald the story of how he has trod

on this Earth (as the glory of the Lord!)...


With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness ( your faithfulness)

With my mouth will I make known

your faithfulness (to all generations).


I will sing of the glory of the Lord around, 

I will sing (I will sing)

oh I will sing! (oh I will sing!)...

His body is in heaven, yet on Earth unbound..

for his spirit (brings the glory of our Lord!)...



Footnote
!* - a mix of collected traditions, based originally on the song "I Will Sing of the Mercies of the Lord Forever", composed by James H. Fillmore, based on Psalm 89:1. It looks like it had been  adjusted in Christian youth camps etc (as the Psalms enjoin us to “sing a new song to the Lord”) and the words “Mercies of the Lord forever” exchanged to “glory of the Lord come down”. Not knowing this, the two were stored in different parts of my memory, and this morning (after I sang it, while looking for words) I put them together, kept the chorus/bridge of the psalm, and added the other verses that grew out of the concept of God’s Glory being modelled or analogized by the sun, and God’s glory being exemplified in his Son (His anointed, Christened "Leader of Humanity") and God’s children now being encouraged to be filled with his spirit, the same spirit which filled his Son and has now been gifted to all his children to continue his display of his glory on Earth, as a real rendition of “the body of Christ”, on Earth, as in Heaven.


2026-10-23

Surprise … at SunRise!


(not “EarthTurn”)



The facts, as just phenomena*, can say

a lot, so we can honestly join in,

as part of the phenomena, that way 

the least can still participate .. and win…


A father’s plan for kids around the world

to call them on, and out, and to his arms,

that’s built on keeping his own word, unfurled 

with hopes of true allegiance, not by “charms”


that make his kids be good - he wants their love - 

(true sharing as they grow up, and learn trust).

And if they’ll trust creative love above

all others, they will grow up, as they must.


They’ve been designed as hemispheres of brain

are made to work together, though right’s “boss”

and has the veto powers -if things came

to that. Without the mind of God, we're lost.


To keep our word goes with the gift of speech,

which we can tie together with what’s real;

That’s what will grow us up, as group, & each,

to be a new humanity. No steal-


ing, but a gladsome sharing of what’s ours

to help another out, in theory/ fact.

So myth comes into being through these powers

of KHESED love that’s lived out in each act.


This is the work of artists who will see

creative options, not more  rules explained.

And each of us is artist, yes, we be

a tiny “baby god”, not just in name!



Surprise … at SunRise! 

(not “EarthTurn”)



The facts, as just phenomena*, can say

a lot, so we can honestly join in,

as part of the phenomena, that way 

the least can still participate .. and win…


A father’s plan for kids around the world

to call them on, and out, and to his arms,

that’s built on keeping his own word, unfurled 

with hopes of true allegiance, not by “charms”


that make his kids be good - he wants their love - 

(true sharing as they grow up, and learn trust).

And if they’ll trust creative love above

all others, they will grow up, as they must.


They’ve been designed as hemispheres of brain

are made to work together, though right’s “boss”

and has the veto powers -if things came

to that. Without the mind of God, we're lost.


To keep our word goes with the gift of speech,

which we can tie together with what’s real;

That’s what will grow us up, as group, & each,

to be a new humanity. No steal-


ing, but a gladsome sharing of what’s ours

to help another out, in theory/ fact.

So myth comes into being through these powers

of KHESED love that’s lived out in each act.


This is the work of artists who will see

creative options, not more  rules explained.

And each of us is artist, yes, we be

a tiny “baby god”, not just in name!



Footnotes
a* - instead of deconstructing every occurrence, in the light of scientific materialism, to only consider the questions posed by scientific materialism: “How is it made?” and “How does it work?”; to let our selves be affected by the lived experience of each occurrence as a phenomena (that will be interpreted through something like the ancient world-view questions: “What does it mean?” & “What spiritual truth does it embody?”. So we still refer to the degree of turning of the Earth from the point where sunlight is not experienced, to the point where the sun is wholly above the horizon, with the phenomenal description of “Sunrise”,  not a more ‘correct’ “Solar-disclosure-Earth-turn” which is correctly interpreting and referring to the event through the lens of knowledge gained through scientific materialism.


2026-10-21

Seeing through to…


what love perceives…


An hour with a kaleidoscope of Phenomenal facts!




Waking to a new day’s bird song,

gently chorused by that throng.

Now alerted  to the light show,

on at curtain-pull below.


Both at curtain-close (and open)

lovely lights erupt as then

curtain streams across the sky and

minds are focussed, or expand.


Neither covers up all light, some

still gets through from where it comes.

Shining gold the lead edge winks

tinging reds, or purples, pinks -

with the curtain-pull quite sparkly

strewing colours round quite stark-ly..

Purples, blue greys, greens appear here, 

trees with flowers - yellow, white…

Dark green, light green, saplings, bushes,

orange/ red bricks I descry.

Curtain light-blue at the edges 

lets the sun (& moon) shine through 

Darker-blue, at times, in centre.

Yet the stars still scurry to

appointments… (though now  hidden),

as we too also may do

on earth the same, through colours given

to birds, bees, and humans too.











..

2026-10-19

Hold on,


dig down deep (and  out wide, & back) …



Oh now, to hold and learn and not impeach

some lesson of the day that is now gone.

First: action is the goal, not  thought or speech;

yet speech-act might ignite the light that’s shone*.


And as I tried to act this early morn

I found I'd missed my scheduled dates and plans

and God helped me to straighten up my form

as Trina asked me "When?” and "Where?” exams.


And then Ignatius (Antiochian),

about 130CE I recall,

from Ken who sat beside me, as the man

who was a rector, who’d now  met this Paul.


Then speaking of that book* that offered more

of ancient world-views, but could not speak to

the hemisphere that’s left in me. I’m raw -

delight, frustration, both come somehow through


its pages, yet it draws me on, I think

it’s been used now to open “symbol” up

to me. Most ancient world views saw the link

in language of creation which erupts..


but this at first was just opaque to me, 

as hose-shoe puzzle* seemed at first to be,

but as dimensions are made use of, we

learn fresh ways we can do, what we can't see


at first, but paths can open, if we act.

And later on tonight, with “signature” -

I saw two ways to understand a fact.

Oh God you teach me, though I’m immature!


Halleluyah!



Footnotes
ne* - E.g. “God said: ‘Let there be light!’ … & there was light… & God saw that it was … good.” Plus another 6 times “God said: ‘Let…!’; & it was so. …  & God saw that it was … good.” (Gen 1)
k* - The Language of Creation, by Matthieu Pageau, 2018.
le* - A puzzle owned by relatives, which I learned to do today, which works to allow you to get a ring off a contraption where it is stuck in the middle - by treating it as a 3-D puzzle instead of just working with it as a 2 D one. When only viewed as a 2D puzzle it presents itself as an enigma, an impossibility.


2026-10-18

re: Pete


Vol U me; 



Well, Pete has lived on Earth now quite a few..

..years lived on Earth, but taking heavens’ clue

a quest/ adventure here, in  many ways.

The basic quota*’s come. It’s on display


somehow within his life, in fam’ly style -

so teamed with Penny, nesting all the while

for kids and gran’ kids who come in, go out

along with other relatives, no doubt,


but friends and neighbours get a leg in too,

a hospitality that will not do 

half hearted jobs, but tries to fill the cup

to overflowing, because there’s an “up”


and “down” to life, but not to khesed* love -

this earth is made to be, a living, move-

-ving model of this life that’s from above,

a kind of salt, or light that will improve 


or clarify, exemplify the aim.

That kind of kindness doesn’t deal in shame,

though it’s aware, and let's shame burn out dross

a temp’ry state to move through, like a cross.


It looks to me that he, that’s Pete, would see

(like Father, so like son) that all would be

the kind of place that God sees “very good!”

a nest that is a launching pad, as could


their nest be coz their bodies even are

a nest or home for life that’s in each star,

as that soft-cooing bird of hope & new-

creation, which from opened  heavens flew.




Footnotes
a* - the old “three score years and ten” - beyond which there is often difficulty (not to say that there was none beforehand, as Yeshua said “in this life you will have trouble”).
d* - KHESED, is the Hebrew term for covenantal love, as in any covenant which depends on people keeping their word. It is variously translated  lovingkindness, mercies, eternal love, steadfast love. It will often display great tenderness, but is not itself built on a disposition towards that, so it can be very tough if keeping its word calls for  that.


2026-10-17

purpose


(per pose; persons pose)



Know that he’s looking at me through their eyes, 

& let him keep looking at them through my own.

This, I can see is his master disguise,

as well as his means to team up - and atone.


Truly his fam’ly, his sons and his daught-

-ters shelter his viewing of ev’ry thing near.

But they’re allowed to join in with his sport -

ta look out with love for each other and cheer…


Not for determining “how they would choose”,

(simplistic’ly) meaning they can’t choose at all;

but for determining now he could lose

the wrestle with children, who’ll learn how to fall…


..Looking at Father & learning to lose

(with handicap more than what means he will win).

So we can grow (me and ev’ry one who’s

in truth his own), following where he has been.


Hearing his voice, not only his words,

and list’ning by choice, so our choosing could grow

carefully, consciously, 

for we have heard

some music we’d like to join in with and go


out with, from fam’ly to those who have lost

some links to their fam’ly of origin which

gives joyous purpose to all that it costs

our Father’s the one who fell into the ditch…


Trav’ler from JewSaleM*, prodigal son*,

both quite down and out, but just love lets him feel

all that they feel. And it’s love makes him run

right up to them so that they might learn the deal.



Footnotes
M* - a story Jesus told about showing extravagant love to people in need: “A certain man was travelling from Jerusalem to Jericho… (see Luke 10:25-37)
n* -  a story Jesus told about  lostness: “There was once a man who had two sons, one … was seen as a prodigal (waster), one was a ‘goody two-shoes’ ”... (see Luke 15:10-32)


2026-10-16

Own I’m ungrown…




Oh God I start to see 

my immaturity,

I feel embarrassed by 

the weaknesses I try

to cover up in me. 

I want to truly be

grown up already, I 

want to be lifted high…


..not as was Christ of God, 

beside where people trod

past, jeering, making fun 

of him, and letting run

their mouths, and hearing odd 

misunderstandings got,

from their ignoring, won 

by puffing up begun


by strutting in the sun 

instead of list’ning done

on own, away from folk 

in small room kind o’ poke-

y, known by only one 

instead of heaps of fun

while playing ev’ry joke 

upon the other bloke.


“Impressive!” is what I 

seem bound to want to try

to be, but now gladly 

I’d catch your eye on me;

know that’s enough to buy 

full core of new-found life,

instead of just sadly 

enslaved rather badly.


Unless you make me new,

there’s not much I can do

to be raised as your son, 

your work’s started, begun

by spirit here of you - 

been sent to grow me true.

I must just trust - you’ve won; 

your word that I’m your son.


Please grow your life and love, 

and wisdom from above

in me, I trust your plan 

to make of me a man,

not just with surly shove

through sturdy leather glove.

Authority to stand

against whatever’s planned


by all the people round, 

the nations who are found

enslaved by lesser gods

who see nothing at odds

with loveless life, no sound

of deep joy to redound.

I’m glad I’m yours. Your nods

pay meaning out in wads.




the verb “Love” …


(not the noun “knowledge”)



Oh God how do I grow up so as not

to need to be displaying what I know.

I seem to love the learning that I've got

to do already, and I want to show 


it off to other people, or just be

somehow acknowledged by the folk around.

I'm wondering about, and think I see,

a way to find, & yet still not be found


by others in the act of knowing stuff.

I think that maybe that’s one reason why 

you hide yourself. It may not be enough,

but might be part of your “means”, so you spy


on us through ev’ry person who looks on.

It's like you hide in ev'ry one you made,

and love to view it all, before they’re gone,

through point of view they have. The colour/ shade


that their eyes see, and what they pick up too

of motives and the secret acts affect-

-ing any other - one or thing, as do

all acts, undone, or done, which we’d expect 


from someone who’s a son or daughter of

a person who could think and speak and make

the heavens and the earth and call them “tov*”

who doesn’t need to eat, but loves to bake.


As I look at the way you love in truth,

not wanting folk’s attention, but to see

the world through their eyes. I want to be cooth

as you, our Father. Help me so to be.



Footnote
v* - “tov” is the Hebrew word translated into English as “good”, 7 times in Genesis chapter One, in the phrase “God saw that it was …good”.


a prayer before we fall “asleep”..


(..fall in with  the rejuvenating journey, often at the time when the Universe makes visible that we live “under the heavens”…)

the blue curtain that covers the heavens is once again opened and drawn back, and we see into the heavens, that we may learn to trust our selves to them, as we once again lose control & even consciousness, in sleep..


Yes! Blest are you oh God, commander of

the host of heaven’s armies, source of tov*, 

who opens wide blue curtain of the sky

& closes lids of eyes, and helps us sigh

as we may see light bodies float above 

in dances with the muse of truth and love,

and know our need to trust more than our strength

and whits - unconsciousness succeeds at length.

Into your hands, my spirit I commit,

to back receive from you - as you see fit.

Yes, 

Yes!



Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as song.


Footnotes
v* - tov, is the Hebrew word for "good" (as in the seven times in Genesis chapter One, where it says that "God saw that it was good" ( or "very good" = tov tov)
An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - an  example of birthing it, is now above):
In line with the common 1st CENTURY Jewish prayers, which it is likely that a torah observant Jesus prayed... I wonder if we could get for our culture, instead of its arrogantly independent spirit,  a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to end off any given day, to pray as we lay down to go to sleep, or walk under the stars/moon, or retire to bed.
Then, every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, or ballad etc (i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the night, or end of day, or going to sleep, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).
After that, we could work on one for walking out of our home, or into our workplace, or through a doorway… etc…

Therefore… Prayer for

(young bloke getting smoked…)




Oh God, we pray for that young bloke who’s been

quite hungry to know you - enough to've read 

and underline his bible. But he’s seen

a really hard time when he named and shared 


about his own belief in Jesus Christ.

We ask for your protection of his soul,

may your wisdom internally suffice

to give him courage and to make him bold


in showing out the life of heaven here,

the love that needs expression to get real,

your peace, and joy because his Lord is near.

May he continue, even grow in zeal


to be a conduit of your thoughtful love

that isn’t backing down, but standing up,

so showing in your world here, from above,

your lava/ love that oozes & erupts. 




for an overcast day -


a reflective prayer


The shimmer curtains blue are pulled across..

but then the heavens true seem to us lost,

yet shining possibilities seep through

from heavens up above, behind that blue.

When misty grey or white, or even black

drapes pull above us under blue at back,

the world seems smaller, light is undercut -

which doesn’t mean we must think heavens shut:

this gives a chance for us ourselves though mort-

-al to be channels, truly, yes, a port-

-al. So, help us God!

Yes!



Draft1 of an Audio Recording of this as a song.


An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? -  example 3 is now above):
In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given adventure, to pray as we approach it (together with others in the same boat where possible. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of any specific adventure with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).
After that, we could work on one for our approach to our own death - restyled by Jesus, for his followers, as just another falling to sleep. (An offering towards that one too) … etc...


2026-10-12

start of day prayer





Yes! Blest are you our God, Yahweh, 

the one who IS, is in all ways; 

the Emp'ror of  the Universe, 

the Maker of the Hea’ens and Earth,

who opens up the lids of eyes, 

& draws shut bright blue curtained skies,

who opens up each mind and ear  

to focus, and use well, not fear.

Thank you for all the sleep we’ve had,

on waking up to you, we’re  glad!

Yes, 

Yes!



Version 3; Link to Draft1 Audio Recording of version 2 of this song.


An idea that came Sat  morning (10/10/2026) over coffee at a friends’ place... (It felt like it needed to be nurtured to birth? - one example is now above):
In line with those Jewish prayers Jesus prayed... Getting a (or a couple of) simple, short, heart warming, truth speaking prayer(s) to start us off on any given day to pray in bed as we get up, or in the lounge, or at breaky together. Then every family or household group have a go at putting it to a chant, or a Karta, or a song, ( i.e. adding a dimension to it), so that we end up with 7 or 10 usable versions between us, to help us set our hearts at the start of the day, with some choice and variety built-in (after we learn each other's versions).
After that, we could work on one for the time before we are about to fall into the  unconsciousness of sleep. (here is an offering towards that end too) … etc...


2026-10-11

Game ?




To listen to the word of God: to hear 

& try to understand God’s Will and Ways 

is job of ev’ry human to appear

from humus, breathing breath of God, these days.


For words, as all sound does, come on a breath, 

a movement of the air within this sky

(between the earth & heavens), before death

our bodies are the same, if they’re alive.


A “sign of life” for humans living here

is breathing, then there’s pumping blood around

the body with the stuff from atmosphere

transporting to each cell till all have found


enough of that “life air”, where e're down here

they be. And by analogy to breath 

we have from God’s own mouth in atmosphere,

his word to us - is what saves us from death


and gives us life - as needful as is food,

or drink (that maintains  “blood” to transport air).

The word has purpose only to all who

develop from a human culture, shared,


a kind of will, or ways, or hopes and dreams.

It holds the language, as a symbol/ tool

for carrying of meaning which it seems

keeps us above the animals, to rule


in ways that are consistent with our source

of life and meaning, reason d’etre, which

might help us sense the links that are of course

what holds us up & gives our games their pitch!




2026-10-10

Miss ta / Misses


Dancer



If I'm to grow up still, and not be left

as wrinkly fetus which stays in the womb;

or maybe egg unfertilized, bereft

of tiny sperm from heaven,  that as loom


weaves threads together to make up a cloth,

to weave me of these two (right into one):

the Earth of God’s, and hea’nly nature, oft

made to support/express the life begun


in God as being of creative love/

creative love as full expressed by God

in heaven, and on Earth, below, above:

together is The Way, private and “odd”


to smaller views of this world, but still true

as lovely thing that colours-in whole world

& makes a very image, as he’ll do

with all of us, as we have colours hurled..


..onto the pallette near our page of life’s 

old picture book, or photo frame that’s new

refreshed each day, as husband’s and as wife’s

determination to bring pleasure to


their spouse in ways expressed through all of life,

not just the bedroom, but making the bed, 

and taking out the garbage bin, in strife

still sticking with them, & keeping our head.


These diff’rences on Earth,  made to combine,

within a self, or marriage, as we’re meant 

to image, ev’ry level’s meant to shine

with heavenly and dusty light - both "sent".




2026-10-07

Eve’ning, Morning = 1 Day




Oh dear-rest start to all beginnings that 

have purpose or some meaning in this world…

the eve’ning before morning marker flat-

out, nearly 7 times* - as ALL is hurled


into existence, nurtured in its “rest”

before the work that starts most mornings here

unless we do believe this bigger zest

that means new human life might still appear


when people sleep together, the next morn-

-ing work might start (a nine months process then)

of baby resting in its Mummy’s torn

up world, her body is her babe’s too when


it is - and only love will make that call.

Self-centred-ness can’t but see other wise.

As humans with no cones where colour falls 

on ret’nas: can’t descry; need not despise


the concept of a colour. ’Specially

so, if they ever had a cone in eye

or trusted - other folk’s  analogies

or word, to recount well the things they spy


and how some things can seem to us “..because!”.

It isn’t that no stiving’s necess’ry,

but rather that it’s not the driving force

and when we accept gifts and graciously


give thanks and let the rest be ours as well

as whose we are ourselves - not our own “things”;

but part of fam’ly heritage, we sell 

these selves short if we don’t learn songs to sing.



s* - “There was evening, and there was morning, marking the first day.
… There was evening, and there was morning, a second day.
 …There was evening, and there was morning, a third day.
…There was evening, and there was morning, a fourth day.
 …There was evening, and there was morning, a fifth day.
… There was evening, and there was morning, the sixth day.”
“Thus the heavens and the earth were finished, and all the host of them. And on the seventh day God ended his work which he had made; and he rested on the seventh day from all his work which he had made. And God blessed the seventh day, and sanctified it: because that in it he had rested from all his work which God created and made. These are the generations of the heavens and of the earth when they were created, in the day that the LORD God made the earth and the heavens, ” (Genesis 1:5, 8, 13, 19, 23, 31 NET; 2:1-4 KJV)


2026-10-04

sussing out options




Creative love, please help out Fred, and friend,

in looking at that unit once again,

to note what is noteworthy, now and when

(before) things fall apart,

to really spend


their time and talents well, in this market,

and in relationships with world around..

connecting well, not just car, to park it

in safety, yet such need has too been found ..




2026-10-03

Del-i-very:


Delma Heer (nee Strover)

37 Newcastle Street, Fairfield, Qld, Australia.



Delicious, I've just witnessed a strange thing.

A plant can grow in “pretty shitty” soil.

And “weeds” can then affect remembering…

the front yard or the back side fence, the toil


to trim that palm. Or, we can pull them out, 

and build, or plant, a something in its place.

No perm’nant fixtures are around about.

Our life is short. But not all a disgrace.


And delicate. I seemed to see a frond

of sun-flow'r, in one day grow up - then wilt,

and in that place before its spot had gone

discovered a moon-flow’r come on “full tilt”.


Delightful! Special things grew, showing off

the kind of kind-ness, that friendship can bring

into the world, bring flavours which are soft

and delicate. Some strong, some weakening…


[I’ve seen some one del-ib-er-ate-ly pull 

a weed from neighbour’s lawn - & garden bed.

And it grew not, a week later to full

maturity - to multiply and shed


its seeds about the place - to more infect

the spot around. And that was just - “Because!”]

And when I bent to moon-flower inspect,

I found a star-flow’r growing where it was.


I picked some poop out of the flower’s cup

where dog, or cat, or bird had done its thing.

And gladly then remembered to look up 

to closest star we have. Quite sobering!



Footnote:
Yesterday we got together for a party, to recall the life and times of Delma Heer (known as Del, or Dell, to most who knew her). She said in her will that there was to be no funeral, but she allowed a party. We met with family, and friends of Del via her school or work, her mothering days, her side business, her husband’s and children’s friends, and people who moved to Australia and whom she understood by her own experience of living with her husband overseas and having a child in Switzerland. Her empathy with others always brought the best out in her. There were other strands that made up Del, but most of us decided to do some weeding for her, and recall those best bits; - not the self-pittying, or tired, or grumpy, judgemental self. And that party, and dinner together later, helped to show that off to me. 


2026-10-01

the play must go on!




So Stop, & Look and Listen and then Ask,

and Watch the muse at work in play-house* here 

such that folk feel at home so much they bask

in sunlight, like tall trees, when light appears.


And be an ENT (of Tolkien's fairy tales)

not speaking much, but looking, list’ning too,

and trusting bigger, older ones, no fail-

safe plan, but do the best that we can do -


that’s always in cahoot, in partnership,

with maker of ourselves - that spirit of

creative love, that doesn’t ever slip

it keeps the world together. Has no pov-


er-ty at all, just riches more and more;

for ev’ry one, and ev’ry thing alive,

or even “not yet living” but works “for”

the celebration of each bee in hive


or dog in pack, or horse in herd as well, 

or human in their culture, in their world,

where purposes or meanings come from hell,

or hopeful loveliness, as flags unfurled…


The setting of direction is the thing

worth doing and then checking to maintain;

behind the scenes, or outside of each wing

is where much work must go on once again…


so Stop, & Look and Listen and then Ask,

and Watch the muse at work in play-house* here 

such that folk feel at home so much they bask

in sunlight like tall trees, when lights appear.



e* - a play-house, may refer to a) theatre with stage for displaying dramatic productions, b) a children’s “cubby-house”, or tent/wigwam in the back yard, or then other meaning by analogy or symbolism through those.. e.g. “as I live in the tent of this body” & “we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building prepared..", or “All the world’s a stage, and all the men and women merely players… ”





2026-09-29

tragic death




Oh God, we join together with your man,

within that part of your world over there

in Bendigo, at school, with folk who can

speak your good name, Lord  Jesus, in their prayer…


You know the young man Andy mentioned who

just fell asleep again within your world,

“died tragically” he said, as some folk do,

& yesterday, before yr 12’s been furled


then folded, finished, and  the rest of life

addressed and “had a shot at”, as we say.

Our culture doesn’t help us deal with strife,

it mostly helps us look the other way.


We thank you once again for such a plan

a way to live out love, that comes up close,

and personal, within your Andy man

(& many others) in the school that chose


to have them put together in “home groups” 

at school where there’s more pers’nal things discussed.

We join in asking for your grace. Please stoop 

some more down, even when folk do not trust


the God invisible to their weak eyes - 

they might still trust when fleshed out with some bones.

So please help each who lives, & who survives

(the tragedy) at school, and in their homes.


And as you did Lord Jesus way back then,

please bring your healing, comfort, hope and light

into those circumstances - now, & when 

they all return to school. Through sleep, bring sight.

 



Thanks good brother and sister, for representing creative love in that part of this world.


For the king, and his fam’ly!



2026-09-28

R E A L . I T . Y n..


- image in      that!



A lesson to be learned by me from now,

I started long ago, but progressed slow.

It is to see that who it is I bow

to, in my grandstand is the one I know


who knows me absolutely, completely

and I am now beginning in his way

of knowing (which is not a wordy sea

but) - loving deeper than all words could say…


It is quite pers’nal too, I say to you.

The symbol of his making love to grow

involves some hard things, penetrations too,

and interlocking of beings that know


in this way, ’coz they’re made to feel the love.

And not just coz they’ll be less than his dreams

of what his kids could be - come from above

machine impersonations… but it seems


that only love can know and be known in

this way that is “more excellent” above

all other ways to know. Cure for all “sin”

that hides back in recesses, or would shove


another to the front, to take the slag,

the difficulties which appear to come

on this earth since we looked to that snake-hag

to grow to be more human, and less “dumb”...


but wise, beyond the foetuses we were,

and still are, in this womb-world here below.

To you God, I address myself, no slurr-

ing, when through all your images, you show*.



w* - a full picture is not necessary. Just enough that we get the picture. And our pictures are never complete anyway, just little summary things that have enough detail in important spots to hold (& give) the big idea. We can fill the rest in with our imaginations… e.g. our back windows, or that set of “canvases” in our dining room..


2026-09-23

…. is true?


[ in the words of blue (or no) collar workers..]



Oh one who mentors me in “Father” style,

knows my demeanor, personality,

the humous making human selves, the while 

you stay to give each breath, like air ’round me.


And know the mechanisms, workings of

the way of Christ, which is the way of love,

The impetus and method, both seem pov-

erty begotten - coming from above,


and prizing diff’rent things, for greater reas-

-ons (never understood from down below).

Creative love which made and keeps- on seas

of molten lava- all the land we know.


You “get” the WORD of love, show its effect

upon the world, and how it gets expressed.

And if you make us able to reject

it, maybe we can welcome your heart’s best..


I think I start to see it, though admit

it’s in a mechanistic way, just now.

But I am trusting you more to make it

apparent in my life. Some way, some how.


You symbolise it with the word “KHESED*”

then give the meaning to that word by acts,

of keeping your own word, as though you’re wed.

You have Hosea demonstrate the facts.


You do your bit for centuries, and then 

millenia (a long time for us who

do only live a century), so when

we understand how faithful love might do


the work of moving this humanity

another step towards creator’s dream.

But best of all you give to folk who be

thus choosing under your authority,


more of the breath of heaven that they might

be prompted by creative love itself

still flowing through their being.. real good shite

that brings into existence a new health,


or way of being in this world where pain

is multiplied, instead of beauty, truth,

and loveliness. But his way brings again

some points of being, beings who are cooth.


Footnote

D* - The word KHESED, used in the old Hebrew Bible (the bible Jesus used, quoted, lived out - and which his early disciples followed him in learning from, and modelled the gleaning of the meaning from the words) is often translated faithful love, eternal love, steadfast love, covenant love. Family love. It is contrasted with the actions of care that come from contractual love. And it is based on keeping not so much any general or particular word, with the exception of keeping one’s own word. So Yeshua says describing not so much a moral code, as a core trait or expression of this way of life: “Let your ‘Yes’, be (in fact, and mean, therefore) ‘Yes’.”. Not more, not less. In other words he is starting a revaluation of verbal communication. By people choosing their words carefully, then keeping themselves to their own word on any matter, they are being involved in the recreation of a universe, and more, in their ancient world-view - they included symbolism into the universe by calling it “the heavens and the earth”, and meaning the core principles by which everything is held together, and the fleshing out of those core realities in consistent expressions on/in  our allotted land(s).


Oh God we love you,


and we’re very glad…




We're very glad that you are who’s our Dad,

and we’re some kids you have, and that you’ve had

whom you’re committed to. You won’t stay sad.

By end of womb-world life, we’ll be “Not bad”!


We’ll be a good reflection of your son,

and you’ll be saying truly…(H…mm).. “Well done!”

That won’t be ’coz o’ stuff done on our own,

’coz we’ll have learned that partnership has sown


a diff’rent way of living on this earth.

The curtain in between was rent, as was

its symbol in the temple at the Birth/

New Covenant between dimensions ’coz


all humans now may be a temple and

a priest to speak for Earth to Heavenly Dad,

and prophet speaking, acting as Love planned

(not on our own, but as great love would add).


Our senior partner (as do we ourselves)

would speak with symbols into our own hearts.

We must be willing to learn, ev’ry health

somehow. Instead of more hell, bring fresh starts!


The hell's of our own kingship without you…

I feel it when I wheeze, not breathing clear

the sweet air, wind, breeze, breath, of life that’s true- 

ly partnered,  ev’ry step is drawing near


to who has never left (is all around), 

as much as is the air we need to breathe,

And that supports our life upon this ground

of all our being. His sword’s never sheathed.


It’s meant to be a living breathing thing

a speaking ever love’s eternal WORD,

a seeking of the children who would bring 

more graceous thanks, which might seem quite absurd.


But it is known to those who would accept

fore-giveness for their sins, to then absorb 

the horror of the things for which he wept

that day outside the sepulcher. Our orb…


about the Sun, by Earth, is ā bit like

our orb about our Father, and his son

our very moon in night time, shines same light.

His sending - us small  satellites - begun!





2026-09-18

…k he said*…





The lover of my life, and health, & breath,

the lover of my wife, and self, in (death,

and) life upon this Earth; you’ve turned around

the way we speak of life, then death. You found


it necessary stuff, to start at cross,

(combining death with suffering as well 

as shame, which often comes to us with loss

of self-determination (which brings Hell,


if self is the alone thing some speak of,

instead of teamed up with a larger way

of learning to relate with all around

as hemispheres in brain are teamed - & stay


in healthy human individu-al

where hemisphere that’s left’s not left at all,

though often-times it is allowed to stall

the impulse that right hemisphere would call


us to. “Right” stays around to suffer much 

with one that would be left alone, by choice.

So that there is a chance for “Left” to trust -

- & veto less what “Right” has tried to voice.


So I, as hemisphere that’s “Left”, down here, 

would kneel and give allegiance to my christ,

who through the influence of “Right” appears,

considering another way, suffice


ta say - the way of self-giving, khes’ed*.

I see your way more cle-ar-ly today

as I spend time with you, and see “as dead”

that separated, left a-lone-ly way.



d* - KHES’ED, is the Hebrew term, used in the Hebrew Bible; often translated into English as loyal love, loving kindness, faithful love, the love that is invoked for keeping one’s own word, in covenants. When the New Testament translates this word into the Greek word Agapé, it then takes our understanding further than saying that “God is loving”, and using symbol and metaphore, says starkly that “GOD IS LOVE”.


Gaanha-bula*


(Truth Through Knowledge*)



The kind of life that “lives, and moves, and has 

its ‘being’” in this world, connecting not

with purpose, or with meaning, will thrive as..

..as much as do machines, cancer, or rot.


That's not to say it will not multiply

(nor that the parts will not get out of whack).

For cancer cells take that command and “try”

to practice it, but don’t honour. They’re slack


at acting like there's order down the line, 

at tending to the purpose they were made -

connect with knowledge, where the truth does shine

(not where it can’t be seen. So light, not shade


enables us to see. But here’s “the rub”:

the ointment that must be rubbed in, through time;

the single purpose learning, with no hub

(rotating not around the truth sublime*)


the truth we know (& thus  enflesh it here),

on Middle Earth, between the poles that be

(at least by some conceptions, they appear)

“above”, “below”. The purpose that we see


or think we do. And through life here we test

out how our chosen options really work.

Some do. Some don’t. We’re not sure ’bout the rest.

But let us learn, and not just slob, or shirk!


The falling down. That giving up, to be

just led by “my desires at the time”,

is fearful way to bring insanity,

instead of growing friendship, so it shines.



la* - Canobolas is an  anglicisation of Gaanha-bula, the Wirajuri name for the two shoulders seen in our landscape, and storied about in that culture - showing (not telling, but story-telling) how an ignoring of higher purpose and lore brings dire consequences.
ge* - The present motto of Canobolas High School, where knowledge has both its incipient connotations of a) relating in a deeper way as a self, (close or personal knowing of a person or people, as spouse/ friend / acquaintance/ class member, someone to hang out more with or best not to hang out more with)  & b) the more perfunctory knowledge of facts, recall,  understanding connections of principles, and ways to maintain, protect and enhance - (focussed on technology for) the self (individually, or collectively).
me* - It appears that the term Sublime, is itself a nuanced tension between two poles, that might be expressed as  delight/awe and terror/horror, notably akin to the function of what is meant by another term Numinous. Others seem to frame the sublime as a result of living in a tension between our sensory limitations (with finite ways, in time & space, of relating to others around us), and our rational mind (which assumes the possibility of an infinite understanding).



Unless you change...


(...and become like a SMALL ONE, A CHILD…)



Dear God you are our father (and our friend),

you know we are but dust, though with your breath.

We take from Jesus that his life don't end,

though we may sleep, love never meets real  death.


For love continues, never ends, or stops,

but finishes what's started - til complete.

And it's complete is not some static Top -

some journeys rest &  strengthen up your feet.


Dear God your "Paul" (that does mean "small" we know)

has taken Jesus' wisdom here for real.

The small child holds its parents' hands and shows

its heritage and future, thus revealed.




Now She’s Sixty-Four!




This day, but long ago on a Monday, 

was born to Hans & Dell in Brisbane town

a baby girl, who hadn’t much to say

except some crying. Third child, not a frown


from Mum & Dad, they knew the drill by then,

the crying was no problem, just “the deal”.

So soon she joined her fam-i-ly again 

(for she was there before, but not for meals).


And grew up, finished prim’ry school and more.

She went to Grammar for High School you know.

Then Rot-ar-ry Exchange brought a new store

of chances, changes happened on the go.


For there, she says, she bowed her knee to who

was once anointed by creative love

itself to lead all humans so to choose

to live obeying word from up above,


instead of just their own desires or whims.

This magic might seem more than could be true,

but I have seen her choose to learn from him,

so I would vote with her, and also do


that shrink to little children learning love

within this power-centred world down here.

Though years have gone (full sixty-four have shoved

their ways across her path), she’s staying near


to who she covenanted with - for life:

her God, her husband, children, grandies too.

Katrina you are more than just my wife - 

my friend as well, and Dear Girl, I love you.


Paul.



2026-09-15

confidence



Hey folk, I am hoping to make it to breaky in the morning at 7:30am.  I'll see anyone else who makes it too. Either way...



Oh God, we love you, and we want your reign

of quiet confidence, and contentment,

with content meant to bring futures again

into this place below where you have sent


your spirit into Jesus, your own Christ,

and then together your son and yourself

sent this same spirit, to help us (suffice

ta say) - our en-er-gy, and too our health. 


And just this way, our fam-i-ly grows true,

and thus true sons and daughters are grown up.

We have the highest confidence in you -

your Jesus way to let your life erupt!




Door ta …

.. a new world... Just thought of you, seeing that picture of you on the fridge wishing us a Happy New Year 2026. Love.



God help this daughter there in Dubbo town,

to rest in your good company today,

(including those in whom you walk around)

where she lives, moves, and "be"s, within this fray.


Please give protection from the sin that seems 

to be a crouching predator that wants

to have her, as a "thing", not just in dreams,

but as a slave, or food to fuel it's nons-


ence. She is your own daughter, as she's mine, 

(and Trina's too - & we are yours as well).

Please give your wisdom, at the precise time

it's needed    to build heaven's hopes, not hell's.




2026-09-14

Renewed


(in the spirit of our mind)


      “...we cannot possibly restrain ourselves from speaking about what we have seen and heard with our own eyes and ears.” (Acts 4:20)



Wow, what a principle to see myself.

I think it’s true. I’ve seen it in my life.

At ev’ry level where insight is health

of "human" being seen as Love's own wife.


Ones who are intertwined themselves with who 

is being in itself, but wants to share

this way of living life, designing you

& me to model “fam-i-ly” that's there.


What is it that I've seen and heard with my

own eyes and ears? Because I probably

won’t possibly be able to comply

with orders to restrain myself from spea-


king of not “what I think”, but “clearly see”.

It’s no longer exper'enced in me as two-

step process which I undertake in me,

(and though I do suppose that I must do


it, for it is in fact an act that’s done,

if it is to occur within this world).

I must be trained to see, not as a one-

off instance, but as process that’s uncurled


in me as was the sitting with my views 

of left eye, and the right one too, in head,

and trusting that designers' work ensues..

..let it add third dimension there instead.


So here I am, I do hear things, … those birds

at 5 am they warble-in the sun,

add to the views of heaven that have stirred

somehow within this heart.  New day’s begun!





2026-09-13

cross the road

(yet overdoing it becomes a double crossing)



That fellow neighbour in my street who lives

quite close, but is quite angry with me now,

for reason that I do not know, which gives

me wonderings - leaves me scratching my brow…


…and other neighbours can not get along

with him just now, they keep their distance well,

to not be damaged, hurt, or then take on

the rolê of target, in his “practice” hell.


A hell that’s made from human choices to 

be portals into this world of that stance

which focuses alone, with self in view-

keep it maintained, protected, then enhance.


This is too limited, a one-eyed view

of life on Earth, where we since birth have learned

to leave all the relating which we do

to others who must oversee; we’ve spearned


apprenticeship to none less than the love,

creative energy, integrity,

design, which bounces atoms in each glove

that’s called a human self - so you and me -


to give us human selfhood, in a world

that speaks an action language, of symbol,

to give us insight; not as though we’re hurled 

by chance & indescriminate “gamble”.


Though maybe “gamble” isn’t quite all wrong

for in that process, someOne has a will, 

a hope that actual is well,  more strong 

than actuarial, statistical.


One learns that acts can trump the stat’s themselves,

some trust is put on that, to outsmart odds;

it's living dangerously, not “off the shelf”,

in hands of God, or maybe just some gods.


But getting back to two eyed view, where the 

view that’s from second eye which sees the big-

ger picture, from above, not just where we

live on this ground of being; it’s a sig-


nal, or more symbol, of that we’ve been “dacked”,

so let a bigger understand ing act,

impact this world. If we were made in fact

to here enflesh LOVE’s word/ will with impact!




2026-09-11

long haul..

(Roe, Paul)*



The greatest pilgrimage, reserved for each

who’s ever had the chance to live on Earth

(that’s under heavens, over land or sea),

should occupy some time and thought.. since birth…


At least we model it, as Jesus spoke

of having naps or sleep (like ev’ry night).

A portion of each day*, we find each bloke

or sheila loses consciousness, all right?


Then, we are not “in charge”... not “calling shots”;

or if we do, most sane folk will ignore

the words we say. What acts we do are lots

less able to be blessing others, for


we’re not attending well to things around,

not able to participate down here.

That's not to say that no story has found 

us, will not carry us, till we appear


- back here, on waking up again; or else,

as we might learn from this symbol each day, 

- in bigger, smaller, dream-time. Better health’s

an oft repeated blessing either way.


For even this small symbol helps itself

(not meaning on its own, to take away,

but though this life’s a given thing), our health

will often turn within our sleep. We pray


for symbol to be quite fulfilled at last..

To die within a restful sleep seems best

to many folk - that’s even who live fast

and furious. I’m curious to rest.


And I think Paul the row-er ’cross that stream,

(not on his own no more, but) spirit’ed

within the Dreamtime Jesus said had beamed

into this world, will not be really “dead”.


Except to this “ol’ way” where we adore

the spirit of compet’iveness, & “seize”

on what’s not melody; but something for

the sporting field, the game - with boundaries.


Remains - the rest of peace, in hands well proved,

who sides with keeping one’s own word, & trusts

the word of that creative love which rooved

this “home”, protecting little ones of dust.


But not to stop adventures! Not at all!

- to snip that mortal coil - umbillical,

and learn to live quite partnered, standing tall,

and seeing God (which is quite biblical)..


..and knowing him who is, Pa Excellence - 

the biggest Dad-Joker around the place,

this won’t be just an inconvenience*,

but what his life’s equipping him to face.



Notes underfoot
)*- another subtitle possibility is "like father, like son"
y* - An eighth (3hrs) to a third (8hrs) of most days, most humans “fall asleep” into unconsciousness. Many have learned to look forward to it, as a time of refreshment.
e* - recalling G. K. Chesterton’s quip that went something like “An adventure is only an inconvenience rightly considered. An inconvenience is only an adventure wrongly considered.” [1]
his life - obviously means “all his life up to (& including) now”; but with Paul there is another metaphorical (& metanarratival) meaning as well; as when his namesake, Jesus Christ’s Apostle (=Ambassador), Paul wrote in the First Century, to a motley crew (including slaves) of new Jesus followers in the provincial Roman town of Colossae: “When Christ, who is your life, appears…” (Col 3:4)

1st Draft Audio recording of a reading of the text above.



2026-09-10

… the Man!



Hmm mate... How are things? 
Your boy is suffering some sort of weird “spiritual” attack… please pray… 
Ok, until we get to talk...



Oh God, we're asking you to be the God,

and we will be your people on your Earth.

Please do protect this boy from evil's odd

and pow'r-less ways, since he is yours from birth


into the fam'ly of his father who

has given his allegiance to your son.

And so this boy is holy unto you

since he is covered until he's begun


to choose himself, as young man, on your earth.

I think the sooner he takes this on too,

the sooner he is partnered, with new birth

as son himself, well loved, the son of you..


with your eternal life - immortal stuff,

that swallows up our old self that's a prick.

Please grow us up, we can't do it enough

un-partnered on our own. We are too sick.


But healing, by your own design is good;

self-healing bodies, what a lurk to have.

And so we thank you God (just as we should)

and ask you to help us see how to nav-


-i-gate through all these weird things round about. 

Please give the wisdom of creative love

to us to learn to serve, and not to pout

just because we aren't quite wise enough..


Since if we’re partnered with the very one

who keeps the universe existent and

is glad to have a child join in the fun,

there’s heaps we don’t yet need to understand!




Dear Robyn.




God, help this lady, who is your small child,

to cry as is the right emotion to

express the kind of sadness, grief as styled

by you our God, & Jesus son of you.


And same for Paul, her husband; may they smile

as Jesus did to people whom he met, 

as well as crying loudly in the style 

of prophets of the God we've not seen yet


we love him, 'coz he sources all OUR love, 

and answers all requests as he thinks good.

We trust his wisdom as from far above

our own, which is just sense. And so we should.


And thanks for blessing them together with

the offspring that you gave them, so to more

bring blessing from the heavens to the ear-th

to help embody what we’re put here for.


They never thought they’d live eternally

in mortal bodies, any more than those 

of ante-natal foetuses which be

fed, breathing and excreting through that hose -


the cord that is um-bill-i-cal that goes

to the placenta, inside womb of Mum,

but after birth the after-birth, and hose

are well, discarded - “bigger” life has come.


But also all the after-birth may well

be buried with some honour & some grace,

because it served, sustaining life; and tell

the story of its work in that small space.




2026-09-09

A day like today




They say that ev’ry day is much the same

as ev’ry other day that comes along.

At times it seems to be true, since each name

of days within a week may start off strong,


Like Mon-, or Choose-, or When’s-, or Thirst-, or Fry-

(or even when you’ve Sat- in Sun- they say),

all of them end the same, that is in my..

my lingo (English), where each ends in “-day”.


Though this is not so strong an argument, 

there is the fact that feelings worlds can be 

discounted by the fact-y part that’s lent 

more power by our culture. Let me see.


Today is When’s-day, though I don’t spell well,

I slept last night in Dubbo town on mat-

ress on the floor, and then I saw my gal

for breaky, just before I walked and sat


in driver’s seat, of our car, and came back

to Orange, where I had a school-day which 

a lot might say is just another day

but we got through a lot of stuff and learned 

a bit in different areas of life,

and gave some “yindyamarra” as folk say 

around here, that lets people who’ve been burned

move forward, even though there’s still some strife.





2026-09-04

My th eos




Oh God, we thank you for your presence with 

us any where we go, and how we feel.

It's better for us than the best-est myth

about old Zeus with Hermes on his heel.





a tension


to “negative space”..



Be ready any time to “drop and turn” -

not physic’lly to drop what will just break,

but let my super focus torch “unburn”,

and lift my head up, look around, and take


what time it takes to see the world around,

so turning from the habit of recluse

(the loss of tending to acts, sights, and sounds

around about). An act that is incluse-


ive of the other actors here on earth

(& maybe those in heaven too as well),

and with that spirit of helping a birth

of someone, to someone; can’t always tell


who’ll live, or die, or ’s worthy to go on.

I'm acting as a mid-wife here myself.

I don’t know what’s been happ’ning in someone

else, at least I need to check the health


of people round about, or of the group -

the spirit of the classroom that I'm in

and is there some way I can really stoop

down, pick up stuff that should be in the bin..


and put it there, or prop’ly clean it out.

To keep the classroom healthy. I’ve done this

before, and it did not mean I must pout,

just act, and then keep positive. Don’t hiss!


But also do not miss the chance to see

and act in helpful ways to benefit

the people round about, not my glory

(short-sightedly considered). Nail’s been hit!