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The Team.
Here we are in Gayndah town,
The parks are all filled up.
With Caravans and Motor homes,
‘N’ Backpackers trying their luck.
The pickers are around the trees,
And filling Gaypak bins.
As cold and frosty as you please,
They’re picking Mandarins.
When the fruit arrives at Gaypak,
With the staff all ready and able.
The Mandarins are washed and waxed,
And rolled across the sorting table.
This is what to look for,
Sharon tells them one by one.
The number of bins is thirty four,
It’s an average sort of run.
Black Spot, Splits and Sunburn,
Hail damage and Sooty Mould,
Juice the stuff that’s too deformed,
Or whatever can’t be sold.
Karen’s on the packing floor,
From there she runs the show.
She’s the boss and that’s for sure,
So don’t upset the flow.
Aunty Pat she is there,
As Karens’ Two I C.
She checks that all is run to plan,
Without her where’d they be.
The pattern packers work away,
Under the watchful eye.
Of Sharon ‘n’ Gayle in the day,
And Elaine and Linda at night.
The forklift drivers as we know,
Work with skill and speed.
Up and down, to and fro,
Always they are in need.
At Gaypak they’re a cheerful lot,
They talk and laugh and joke.
Even when it’s bloody hot,
But they are conscientious folk.
When knock-off time comes around.
There’s one who wont be late.
Speedy Gwenda will be found,
To be the first one out the gate.
Afternoon shift takes the reins,
They carry on the work.
Without a break they step right in,
The fruit, they’re here to sort.
We can praise the workers all we want,
And praise the management too.
But nothing works and nothing moves,
Without the maintenance crew .
All in all this is the team,
Of which they can be proud.
That sorts and packs, and sends,
The fruit, all around the world.
If all is One, as the wise of old say,
And the one is All,
It follows that this Oneness must have
A common consciousness which
Is shared by the One and the Many
Fact that
Inevitably leads us to the conclusion:
What takes place within this Cosmic order
Is the result of this unique consciousness,
Common to the totality and its parts,
That
It seems, has as its goal the maintenance
Of this created universe through a harmonious
Collaboration and coexistence
Which
Is beneficial to the One and to the Many
Thus
Whatever happens within this creation is Good
For
If it were not good, the All and the One could
Never be!
© Demetrios Trifiatis
20 July 2017
All afternoon I waited in at my house for you
But you didn’t show up and the air turned blue!
Called the servicing and maintenance department …
‘Didn’t turn up’ today was my loud lament!
Eric the engineer will be here, but it wont’ be until tomorrow
Four on the dot I’ve been promised or I’ll give him sorrow!
Getting agitated, as I’ve had to take more time off work
He better arrive today … I’m ready to strangle the jerk!
I waited and waited and he still didn’t show
Just phoned again they said sorry Eric’s very slow!
Keeping my temper was a VERY hard thing for me
Let’s make a firm appointment for tomorrow at three
My nerves were frayed I was getting annoyed
Now the doorbell rings, I am really overjoyed!
Opening the door and I see Eric is standing there
Pecs like a bodybuilder… all I could do was stare!
Quickly I invite him inside to try and fix my cooker
Really glad he’s arrived, as Eric’s a real good looker
‘Sorry’ Eric says but I must call back later with a spare part
Then you can cook me dinner - I think I’ve captured Eric’s heart!
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09~02~16
By Year Of Eighty, national maps were burning into ghost,
And borders melted from the plains down to the iron coast.
The pain of one was pain for all; you could not shield your heart,
And so the body cast aside its armored, fractured part.
Lysander’s chest, once tightly bound by narrow maintenance zones,
Expanded with a lighter breath that dissolved the heavy stones.
His lungs forgot the sulfur taste, forgot the powdered rust,
As crystalline networks cleaned the planet's toxic dust.
He rose out of the elevator shaft, his ancient, sunken floor,
To stand beneath a changing sky that was not iron anymore.
The bruised and heavy grey had turned to topaz in the night,
And down his elongated arms, the moss left tracks of light.
His crooked back began to straighten, lifting toward the sky,
As if a hidden hand had pulled the willow stalks on high.
No longer short or weighted down by ancestral despair,
His form grew fluid as a wave, and elegant as air.
His skin took on the silver sheen of silicate and dew,
Mirroring the architecture where the spires grew.
The columns of frozen fire rose from the ash-decay,
And Lysander stood beside them, just as luminous as they.
The masters of steel were melted down, the warlords turned to dust,
Replaced by tall and graceful forms that traded not in trust,
But lived within the absolute, transparent tide of thought—
The final, silvered monument the First Thread had brought.
The button has not worked for three months.
Someone filed the plan.
Someone approved the form.
Someone put up the sign and called it done.
Not done.
We know the ramp.
We know the sky above it
the same sky you called beautiful the day you cut the ribbon,
the day the photographs were taken.
We built our day around the sign's promise.
We got here.
The door did not open.
There is a number to call
we have called it.
A form to fill
we have filled it.
A ticket number rusting in a queue behind things more urgent than a door that will not open.
More urgent than this?
A promise is not a plan.
Not a ribbon,
not a form,
not a ticket number rusting in a queue.
A promise is a door that opens.
Fix it.
Not once, for the photograph.
On the Tuesday no one watches,
with the toolkit,
with the person who comes back,
because someone will be here tomorrow who needs this to work.
Beauty is not the opening day.
It is the maintenance.
The fixing.
Again.
And again.
For as long as people need to cross.
Genesis
Those early days in paradise for both of them were bliss
they strolled God's earthly garden, briefly stopping for a kiss.
No house for them to live in, so no need for DIY
no cooking for young Eve, on fruit and veg they both got by.
Then Satan came in scary form (a snake, no, not a spider)
and talked Eve into home brewing, her first attempt at Cider.
By climbing God's forbidden tree from God's law did she drift
and when he found out, boy oh boy was our Creator miffed.
He took away their Godliness, leaving them with no kit
and off they ran to find some cover for their naughty bits.
The pair would not have disobeyed if they knew what now lurked
for Eve got all the ironing, while Adam went to work.
* DIY in England is 'Do it yourself', i.e decorating, gardening, maintenance etc.
With climate fragmentation, unholy pathology
comes ecosystemic over-specialization
supports growing competitive ego-autonomy,
playing a WinLose ZeroSum devolutionary depressing game.
With climate interdependence, holistic health
comes ecosystemic resilience
becomes cooperative ego/eco-restoring resonant compassion
playing a WinWin NonZeroSum
Whole integrity-potentiating Earth HealthJustice System.
Most, if not all, of us
live somewhere between these everyday climate trends,
deductively fragmenting Yang is everything EgoCentric
and inductively integrating Yin is nothing but interdependent EcoSystemic.
It is an integral principle of Systems Theory,
If you want to change what isn't working so well,
in this case, egocentrically, anthro-hubrisly fragmented,
rather than focusing solely on defensive repair strategies
give yourself, and allies, and cynics,
initial freedom to think outside the current competitive WinLose frame,
to reconsider revolutionary Eco/Ego-Systemic WinWin
cooperatively-owned and -managed opportunities
for multilateral giving and receiving compassionate co-investments
instead of monocultural infestment,
risk cooperatively building
a renewed overpowering interdependent health and climate care.
We own an integrity principle in Permaculture Design,
Give priority to WinWin healthy outcome optimization
with the least amount of WinLose risk of losing
energy-resilient
democratic
self-maintenance systems.
In other words,
Why feel defeated by anger and fear management technologies
to increase tolerance for cognitive-affective dissonance?
When you could also choose WinWin cooperative compassion therapy,
which will unveil non-violent communication behaviors and belief systems
as we travel along together
more cooperatively downstream resilient,
and not so much struggling upstream dissonant.
GOD is Cosmo's psyche,
The Universe's Will to be,
The steering Mind of becoming in the World.
He adds Nothing,
He subtracts Nothing,
He only rearranges the existing energy into concrete forms,
Without ever disturbing the total energy balance. He is doing it
By
Infusing in each one of the forms a purpose,
A purpose that enables every single existence to be, to coexist, and to collaborate
With the rest of the forms in such a way that the outcome mirrors
God's divine plan of a harmonious, conscious, and law-abiding Creation!
Therefore,
God observes everything,
Guides everything, and
Supervises everything, no matter how big or small something is,
Since
Nothing is more or less important to God for the maintenance of Cosmic Order.
© Demetrios Trifiatis
06 April 2026
June 28 Relationship to God Bible Meditations Based on Proverbs 25-28
Key Verse – Proverbs 25:10 The great God that formed all things both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors.
LORD GOD, YOU ARE MY BEST REWARDER
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, cleansing my sin dross
Thank You for taking away my wickedness so gross…
Help me stay in Your presence, devoid of any loss
While I strive to remain at Your holiness-cross.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, clearing out my worldly garment
Thank You for driving away my defilement…
Help me dwell in Your righteousness against deceit's entrapment
While I delight for Your pardon-fulfillment.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, correcting my foolishness
Thank You for pulling away my conceit and slothfulness…
Help me flee from abomination and perverseness
While I avoid pitfall of affliction-destructiveness.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, chastening my boasting
Thank You for rebuking away my envy’s besting…
Help me overcome arrogance-propped tempting
While I foresee Your care midst prudence-testing.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, caring for my state
Thank You for sending away my oppression-fate…
Help me understand Your laws’ slate
While I receive Your answer to my prayers, never late.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, curbing my contention
Thank You for pushing away my iniquity-caused destruction…
Help me endure by Your faith’s fortification
While I live by Your maintenance-satisfaction.
Lord God, You are my best Rewarder, causing my rejoicing
Thank You for turning away my guilt’s oppressing…
Help me walk faithfully with Your blessing
While I trust in Your wisdom along trust that’s increasing.
June 28, 2023
My daily routine.
Every day, as always,
Wake up at four.
Start the chores.
Go to the gardens,
Do some maintenance.
Visit the M Central
Play the piano.
One hour goes past,
Enjoy some breakfast.
Go to the library,
Take up space,
Use the computer/internet,
Lunch with meal set.
In the arvo,
Play more and more piano.
Otherwise, visit "Maker Space".
Do some embroideries
For the rest of the day.
What a wonderful day with appointment free.
Tomorrow is another day,
With hectic classes and clinics.
Appointments and treatments
Do not know how to describe,
How the rest of the week was like?
Few words maybe.
Busy and very busy.
Life moves on,
Regardless how you want it.