start with a heart: tried & untrue…
A "me"-ness, apart from you,
is a mean-ness that shrinks the view,
a machine-ness, animal too.
A mechanism, learned by rote,
a power-play that wants to gloat,
I'll see if "No!" is spell-command
to make all be what I demand.
And if it is, why then I'm blessed
for I'm the God of all the rest.
I'll try this out - it's just a test.
'N'..Oh ! ..
Well I want to be knowing you
knowing you well.
Not that kind of no-ing that's always got smell
of rejection about it, that first says the word,
then only after, it thinks how absurd
It was to be no-ing you,
knowing just who
you are, with you knowing
as much as you do.
I want to be knowing
the same way as you.
I find that I'm no-ing in other ways too.
I'm like a small child
who is no-ing his dad
& no-ing his mum,
though yes-ing a tad.
His early word "no"
is the one, this is sad,
that he says most of all;
and many good lad
has started off no-ing.
But what makes me glad
'sthat story of son who was no-ing his dad,
but knowing his dad and requests that came from
him brought a new knowing
that prompted him some
to get and be doing
his dad's good request
so though he was no-ing,
when put to the test
he more was a going.
And that, his Dad blessed.
Oh make me like that lad
that no-ing as I
often am doing,
I'll come by and by
in time ensuing -
go give it a try.
'S'pose that's what I'm doing
- this walk, you and I.
"Aye" for beauty…
The kind of "EYE" that says it all
- I would by "Saul"-ing, not appalling!
the other "AYE" is list'ning to
a king on high, who sees right through
the picking pride with no inside,
a blastula, a hollow sphere,
that would compete, though incomplete,
with babe full-termed, 'coz it had learned
of malformation in relation
to the babe, 'twould see un-made.
I choose the "Aye!" I'll live with you,
and no more on my own, to do
just what I want, when I want to.
And here, you've done, gone given me
an "I" that is more full and free,
the paradox of love complete,
creative wondering in your feet!
I use the word called "I" to mean
this one who speaks, in body seen
before you, if you too were here
on gravel Withers Road quite near.
But what you can not see inside
is change in "DNA" implied
in moving from a single celled
existence, to one then impelled
by orders from above that come
from all of hesed-love, and some
creative wisdom over all;
and that has started in this Paul.
Appallingly quite incomplete
but with you, in some sore-ish feet.
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