Autumn meant cooler days—
picking apples from the trees
or helping pack them
in boxes.
Mostly Granny Smiths:
firm, green apples
made for hot apple pie.
Red Delicious came
with their built-in stand;
Jonathans carried a blush
and a crisp, sweet bite.
I remember seasonal pickers
high on three-legged ladders,
canvas bags strapped
across their shoulders,
paid by the weight
they carried down.
Each apple was turned
and lifted from its branch—
stem intact,
next year’s bud
left safely on the tree.
Above us, Mount Canobolas—
an extinct volcano—
gave the orchard
its rich, dark soil,
roots drawing sweetness
into every apple.
Simple and uncomplicated
Is the way l want to live
Appreciating and savouring
All the beauty this life has to give
~~~
Avoiding overload and keeping stress at bay
Simply…. doing the best l can
Not over- committing or feeling overwhelmed
That is my life plan
~~~~
I now have the time and lifestyle to do that
To make my choices and decisions that suit me
No longer answering to anyone
Free to enjoy life ‘my way’ being happy!
Line of inquiry:
“Of the fact we are alive, we are sure
All else scriptures say, may or may not be
So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure
As formless awareness we become free” - Unseeking Seeker
With the divine align your mind.
God-consciousness requires a heart
which is compassionate and kind.
Keeping God-search simple, now start.
With mindfulness, you are the seer.
So practice it, and let depart
your stress, anxiety and fear.
Keeping God-search simple, now start.
With your own self you can connect.
Rest like a mirror; do your part:
Notice the senses you reflect.
Keeping God-search simple, now start.
See the sky; let the clouds pass by.
Keep judgment from your thoughts apart.
Only observe the vast blue sky.
Keeping God-search simple, now start.
I cannot keep God for He keeps me.
The universe without, the universe within
are untraversable without His manifesting light.
Humanity’s spiritual night evinces darkness palpable,
terminating all true sight until He illuminates the way.
Infinities of mysteries temporal and divine,
celestial and terrestrial, knowledge of all things created,
secrets of the intricate interweaving of body and psyche
are locked within God’s impregnable vault
until He, the Keeper, admits entrance to those who knock.
Copyright, July 9, 2026
in abeyance the intrusive unperceiving
congratulate an unselfish compromise
(Weekly Magnetic Poetry Challenge • July 6–12, 2026)
I first saw Jesus hovering,
though made purely of metal.
In the courtyard of a temple,
like a flowering petal.
He was blessing all the people,
and they all seemed to grow tall.
then later in the peoples lives,
they would hear His gentle call!
Our ancient fathers had it easy.
Every now and again God would appear
To one of them on top of a mountain, in a dream,
Or what would seem to be a burning bush.
He would tell them where they went wrong
(which button to push)
Give them a set of instructions.
Then, presto! Away they’d go
And things would also go right for a while,
Until the instructions became obsolete.
Meanwhile, they would be scrutinised
And revised by God, and a new set provided.
Neat! In the Old Testament this was standard,
Now we come to the New: not so for us.
We have to formulate our own instructions,
Perform our own miracles,
By trial and experiment,
By logic or presentiment.
We hope, we fumble and grope
And often (but not often enough)
We discover a missing fragment
Of the Seventh or Tenth Commandment
(only a fragment, mind)
While the First Commandment,
Although we search, we cannot find.
Someday perhaps,
On a slide, looking down a microscope,
One of the laboratory chaps or some old bod
Gazing at the heavens through a telescope,
Might just catch a glimpse of God.
When I look back as far as I can see
through the past of my Earthly memory
I cannot find an absence of belief
or faith in single, loving Deity
I do not know of life without a Lord
hymns on Sundays, singing every chord
However, through a trying adult phase
I turned away on my own proud accord
Although I still believed, I was in pain
Along with ancient anger - Abel, Cain
Temptation put upon Adam and Eve
Then told in Paradise could not remain
I witnessed others select, pick, and choose
particular scriptures that they could use
To back their case, justify, or rationalize
My glowing flame of faith became diffused
Entered theories of physics and science
led me toward Old Testament defiance
In prayer, I now addressed "The Universe"
And on personal God put much less reliance
Exhilarated by Quantum Mechanics
I put on hold mere Biblical semantics
Less literally, I clung to verse of youth
And traveled through a phase of my own antics
Now, when I try to synthesize it all
Everything I've come to know and can recall
It all comes back to Love and Consciousness
Hence, this is where I'll settle ... though Self so small
—The Blade of Grass—
I sought no empyrean throne beyond the wheeling blue,
But found one adamantine dewdrop trembling in the grass.
It did not scintillate.
It beheld me.
Then every pinion became articulate flame;
The raven's augury, the blackbird's argent hymn,
Were borne upon one unoriginate Breath I could not name.
I watched the lion heave the primordial wind,
The lamb receive its inviolate ordinance.
Neither litigated Eternity.
Rain descended remembering firmament.
The brook relinquished its mountain,
Yet bore its genesis.
Then desolation entered.
No seraph sundered the stillness.
One mortal hand entered mine.
Its benignity outshone
The constellated treasury of heaven.
That night the firmament exhaled one eternal Breath.
The stars did not descend.
The earth ascended.
The adamantine dewdrop withdrew from the blade of grass.
Since then—
Wherever aught lives—
Or abides—
I have never again encountered a universe bereft of God.
The estranged mirror
is denied
The eye has no need
to watch itself
seeing
The hand feels
before
fingers probe
The sky
flies via the bird
The shore uncovers
the tide
The sea peers
through me
The leaf
borrows the breeze
The ring dispels
its bell
Time beats
hearts to
the throb
Stillness
simply is
Awareness
is within-ness
shared
spontaneously
Light reflects the songs
Poured from hearts who see
Beyond the notes of heaven
To the spirit, with gentle wings
Light embraces the wonder
Baptizing souls in love
Whispering faith and joy
Into hearts where love flows
Light inspires the believer
Expressing notes of grace
Silencing the fears who taunt
Rewriting feelings in a tender blaze
Light invites the spirit to hear
Singing joy through each prayer
Erasing the darkest shadows
With a sweetness that time can’t erase
Light, made by His glory
Restores the spirit who knows
God is in the echo of praise
Drenching the world in hope
Light is the blessing from heaven
Raining down gentlest love
Reminding that we’re His children
Saved by the One who died…
Arose and ascended to heaven
Where His light glistens,
Always reminding that love
Is His spirit, shining down on earth
Light, blessing away the dark
Reveals the music of hearts
Who know this Jesus
The love that will bring us home.
Who should we put in charge of time?
Who?
Who?
Who?
Someone thought we said hoot, hoot, hoot.
I was thinking maybe the bandicoot.
The owl! Guy suggested as if it was a great idea, so large!
I was not sure, but he is more aggressive and also in charge.
So, we put the owl in charge of time.
He did a poor job, but I kept silent this opinion of mine
Because Guy is the boss, so we just got used to it being night all day.
I wanted to say “what an idiot you are,” but jeopardy of my job was in play.
Many say they search.' Yet if its for Gods truth, often you will get hurt, the spirits
will verses; the drag of the flesh.'
A walk of minutes, on into decades, denial of self, we need to part.' yet often we cling, to just trials
The familiar we anticipate the sting.' That of loosing? Maybe death, we talk of immortality, yet without
simple faith; and
Love, we send forth noise, just as a hollow
Ring !
Line of inquiry: “Of the fact we are alive, we are sure. All else scriptures say, may or may not be. So presence vibrant, heart pure and demure. As formless awareness we become free."
I wake to the fact of breath~
a small certainty,
steady as dawn warming the edge of a curtain.
Everything else feels like wind-light pages
turning in a book I cannot fully read.
I keep God by keeping still
letting the mind unclench,
letting the heart grow quiet enough
to hear its own unbroken pulse.
“Be still, and know…” (Psalm 46:10)
Presence becomes a soft radiance~
not seen, but felt the way warmth gathers
around a candle’s invisible center~
formless, yet more real
than anything I can hold.
Simplicity is the doorway
where I set down
the heavy furniture of belief~
the arguments, the certainties,
the need to name what is already here.
In this uncluttered awareness
I sense a quiet truth:
being alive is miracle enough,
and the rest is a gentle invitation
to trust what moves through me
without shape,
without demand,
yet wholly holy.
Usually, when the Scriptures record an
Encounter between mortals and a heavenly being, mortals are greeted with, "Be not afraid".
I usually do not question personal stories of
Present day mortals who speak of having seen
Angels, heard an audible voice of GOD, or even
Died and was sent back on a mission to earth.
That is their story, their testimony.
May we who find the need to search for GOD
Be aware that GOD has indeed revealed himself
In the person of Jeaus Christ. We need look
No further than Jesus. Indeed, as was made
Clear to John. We need not look for another.
But as for me, I am content with my present
Faith encounters. I have no desire nor need
To be in search of supernatural encounters
I can wait for mortality to be changed
Into immortality.
.
I am happily growing in grace and faith via communicating with GOD through the Scriptures and The Holy Spirit within me. I am not in a
Search for God. It is I who was lost, not GOD.
It is He who found me. And I am happily found.
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