God … the ultimate Artist
The supreme Scientist
The intimate presence within
and throughout this existence
Regenesis … poetry in motion
Is she masculine
or is he feminine?
Is the answer
beyond our understanding?
Are we just avatars
in a game of actual reality
Is this life
an artistic documentary
viewed through
all the agony
and the ecstasy
the triumph and the tragedy?
Have we truly
been given a free hand
by the Artisan Grand
upon the canvas of eternity?
Or are we just
rats in a laboratory?
A collection of quarks
traversing the dark?
Mere particles within
the part and parcel
of subatomic intricacy?
An infinitesimal spark
in a dimension mechanical?
Speaking of relativity
where is the power and the glory?
A perpetual quantum
crunching the numbers
in some mindless continuum
Is that the universal story?
“The starry host but a breath
of His mouth. Stars forming,
and not a one missing!
Led forth and called by name.”
Is life but the echo
of a big bang smoke ring?
Something so bright
from the darkness of nothing?
Is the biodiversity
surrounding you and me
a key to the mystery?
Can a Theory of Everything
actually tell me a thing?
Am I all tied up in knots
by a Theory of String?
Did a “God Particle”
give existence it’s zing
the universe it’s substance
or is it that Dark Matter
mysteriously gone missing?
Dimensions within
merrily dancing
upon the head of a pin
Am I by design
an accidental fundamentalist?
A partaker in creation?
Or just a bewildered tourist?
Are we all
painting pictures in time?
Drawing a fine line
by celestial design?
Or are we committing
by not admitting …
to the graffiti of all crime?
The Universe unfolding
Searching for meaning
with equations empty
and beguiling
A series of numbers
adding up to zero
Yet all of nature reveals
there is a hand
conducting the band
… the Supernatural Hero
who will deal with yesterday
and heal all tomorrow
Sifting the ether
for that purity of essence
Woefully mislaid
an absence of innocence
The Consciousness Human
wonderfully made
yet a dim reflection
from a mirror broken
The Master Craftsman
hand unseen
dispersing
dispensing
expressing
calling … as behind a curtain
Yet known
in the very depths of our being
“We are such stuff
as dreams are made of.”
My theory of everything
starts with …
… In the beginning
God created a Universe
of natural law
and then used natural law
to create every material thing
and saw that it was very good
It was all so … super natural
… with visions of angels
singing songs
of celestial love
Supernatural the high
like a cool hand
in a warm glove
Like a dove estatic
transmitting love eclectic
from Heaven above
Garlands and rose petals
descending
with the rising
the overcoming
the growing
of a passion desiring
Gracious beauty abounding
All in all
and everything
in the midst of the One
holding together all things
Out weighing gravity
Outpacing relativity
Like a singer of soul
riding the sweeps
from the highest of highs
to the deepest of depths
In three-quarter time
playing for keeps
Flowing through
the word poetic
an electric prismatic
the joyful ecstatic
buzzing with angelic static
as lightening sings
in spiralling rings
Soul Salvation
Spiritual the restoration
heaven sent
revving up the revelation
of the infinitely relevant
(Not the pulling of strings)
The whirlpool galaxies
all in a spin
circling holes of nothing
and everything
as stars keep recycling
The fullness of this Universe
beyond all human imagings
This material realm vibrates
in anticipation
Just over the event horizon
a fanfare of celebration
for the Author of Creation
The Most Senior Physicist
in who’s grasp lies the future
the past
and all that exists
That celestial loving presence
of patient forbearance
. . . in pursuit of you
Pursue what is true
Not the celebrity physicist
and evangelizing atheist
who puts on a lab coat
and mysteriously
becomes an expert theologist
(like glimpsing a Zoo
makes you a Zoologist?!)
who lectures and conjectures
puffed up like a puffer fish
with a shaking fist
trying to negate positivity
in a petri dish of hostility
Freedom of speech? … Yes!
But please do not preach
on things way beyond
your microscopic reach
Biology
astronomy
and theology … all in a twist!
Trapped In a vortex
at the sharp edge of existence
Always standing in line
behind the sentinels aligned
at the memorial to war
Yet the whisper of a trace
from the Prince of Peace
The scent of a taste
of things only hoped for
Quiet lives
always longing for more
Unanswered questions
big and small
written on desperate faces
screaming for an open door
Perplexed in confusion
Is faith in big love
just a romantic delusion?
Amid strung out dimensions
ever expanding
a precious pearl is forming
Star bright
love shining
and overflowing
with a countenance glowing
Faith sustaining
. . . that Kingdom within
The universe
is but a fuse
held in the palm
of a Master Technician
In a world
of humanoid dysfunction
the big picture
soon to be surfacing
for those with eyes looking
A circuit breaker coming
with the truth being told
All pain and suffering
will be rendered
null and void
Witnessing lives of
loud and proud desperation
citizens of Rebel Nation
begin a riot of confrontation
Lives of Spirit filled meditation
interfacing with
the Infra Structuralist
(better know as Christ Jesus)
Forever interlacing the embracing
with Whom love is a must
Upon the carousel of revelation
the inspiration
of God given imagination
Does the Artist do it
. . . for recreation?
Nuclear baby booming
war generationals
and seminal millennials
did you see the world dissolving
bubbling as in a boiling cauldron?
But highly valued is your
socially engineered opinion!
Cutting back
the copious consumption
quitting the tribal division
and getting back
to the organic garden
with hope – faith – and love
out worked with action
are true keys
to a planetary restoration
Struggling through
the barbed wire
of recrimination
cold and hungry
skyclad
and on the run
throughout the endless
friendless night
Foreign the invasion
ethnic the cleansing
starvation as a weapon
indiscriminate the killing
in the unleashing
of the deepest spite
in a place of misdirection
For the love of God
pleading
and weeping
seeking the morning’s light
In a strange land
of sinking sand
finding a rock solid friend
Becoming a whole new creation
like a jumpstart to the heart
I’m just beginning to understand
by the works of God’s hand
the smallest strand of a plan
designed with love
by the Artisan most grand
Art … not for art sake
In the big scheme of things
there’s too much at stake
True creativity
flows from a place of intimacy
with the passion and the glory
of Holy Divinity . . . and
with the friends that you make
~ by David B. Redpath © 2017-22
Artworks;
‘L’Annuncio’ (The Trinity)
~ by Salvador Dali
‘Salvador Dali painting
The Face of War … and David’ 😎
~ by Multiple Michael ©2022
‘Supernatural David’
~ by Multiple Michael © 2022
Hidden Treasure . . .
found in the bowels of the Vatican.
Gala ascending … a scene from
Salvador Dali’s bedroom ceiling.
Photography:
David & Linda redpath © 2017-2022
“Art is the highest form of hope.”
~Gerhard Richter
Nicely written
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Thanks M, for taking the time 🙏
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🌹
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I’ve just seen the entire world in reading this. 🌺
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Thank you very much JM 🙏
As an aspiring Padawan
one must keep the eyes
of the soul wide open 👀 💛
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So true! Well, you’re already a Jedi-blogger, so you’re on your way. I hope you reach your fullest potential. Namaste. 🌸
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To the Sunny Side of the Force
. . . and beyond 😎
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Can a Theory of Everything
actually tell me a thing? I know I don’t know anything and yes, we’re definitely rats in a laboratory. No need for a question.
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“I know nothing.” ~ Plato
When all seems Greek to me
…. I’m with him 🤔
But perhaps forgetting all
that we think that we know
is the beginning of wisdom?
Thanks Bojana for taking a
peek in my petri dish 😎
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Perhaps. Besides, if you claim to know everything, that’s pretty much the end of inquisitiveness and zest for knowledge.
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Best to see the universe as a gobsmacked
child. Full of mystery, and the call of the wild.
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Agreed.
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Love this thought.
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Agree 👏 Bulk of humanity are rats in a Rat Race. But I know many (though a very very small percentage) who quit the race and are leading blessed lives.
The day we know Theory of Everything we will become The Great Artist 😊🙏
For me ; I am perfectly happy to accept that : I don’t know 🤷♂️
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That reminds me of a song, Ashok.
“While one who sings
with his tongue on fire
Gargles in the rat race choir
Bent out of shape
from society’s pliers
Cares not to come up any higher
But rather get you down
in the hole that he’s in”
~ Bob Dylan
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Wow. That is awesome David
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Do we know everything? No. I know I like this poem very much, David!
P.S you might like to check your spam folder, it swallowed my comment on your last post! 😓
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Thank you very much, Punam 🙏
That folder of spam needs a
damn good spanking 🤔👀😎
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You are welcome, David.
I am totally with you on that!!😎😂
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I says, whoah.. Great stuff here
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Thank you astronomically, GG 🙏😎
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Truly a magnificent poem, challenging the depths of our belief systems. You do an amazing job keeping the rhythm and rhyme from start to finish.
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I very much appreciate your kind comments,
Rachel. It is poetry’s business to be dangerous,
so I thought to take a little risk. Very glad you
liked the results ✌️😎
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It’s good to take a risk every now and then! All of us should ask ourselves these questions about our existence. I think it will be a very interesting and impassioned comment section.
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Absitively posilutely, Rachel 😎
Without passion we become just passengers
held down in a magnetic field sameness,
and negativity.
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This is a poem in itself David. So beautifully and aptly put.
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Your gracious comments inspired me 😎✔️
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Perfect, what more could I ask for? ✔️✔️✔️
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Absolutely breathtaking. You touched on so many great points!
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Thanks Joann 🙏
I was trying for a 360° look around.
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David
You’ve done it again
You let your poetic genius shine
The Grand Artisan
When I consider the heavens, the work of his fingers, the moon and the stars, which he has flung into existence in such a poetic way, I know he is the greatest poet of all time
We his rats yes
In an experiment
That the Grand Artisan holds the strings
Such a lovely post:)🌺
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I prefer to identify as a guinea pig 😎
Yes, the results of much experimentation
are not yet in … but the light is dawning.
Thank you Stella for your words of positivity.
Love is but a song to sing
Fear’s the way we die
You can make the mountains ring
Or make the angels cry
Though the bird is on the wing
And you may not know why
Some may come and some may go
We shall surely pass
When the one that left us here
Returns for us at last
We are but a moment’s sunlight
Fading in the grass
Come on people now
Smile on your brother
Everybody get together
Try to love one another
Right now
~ The Youngbloods
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I love that song and have heard it many times but seeing the lyrics there made me see it different. Such wonderful lyrics and thank for sharing! I like when you share lyrics. I’ll have that one in my head in my sleep lol!:)
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Much better than having a head
full of Marylin Manson ✔️😎
Sweet dreams, Stella 💛
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Wow…as a writer, I know how difficult it is to write a long poem, let alone one that is filled with science, religion, and incredible metaphors! My goodness…your writing just leaves me in awe. But I agree with this poem 100%, the Supreme Creator is far more than what the mind of man can contemplate. If only all people revered and respected Him that way, this world would be a far different place. Thank you.
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Greatly appreciated, Melissa 🙏
Yes, the Creator’s ways are so much higher
than our ways. I guess that’s why his postal
address is . . . The Most High, c/- Eternity.
But the Spirit searches the deep things, and
in synchronicity, we can catch a holy glimpse.
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Skyclad, and on the run,
throughout the endless
friendless night.
That’s what I love about this one.
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Thank you, my poetic friend 🙏
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And I also love the idea of true creativity coming from a divine place and some human friends.
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I get by with a little help,
and inspiration, from my friends.
Thank you, Basilike … for your long distance,
poetic fellowship of the mindful introvert 😎
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Τhank YOU, David. You are a great friend, even from a distance.
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💛💫🌠🌟✨😎
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☺️😗💙
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Atomically charged words that fit perfectly with the Dali painting (from his atomic era) ✌🏻
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Yes, I think my head was exploding
at the maximum speed of metaphysical
hyperrealism, to the sounds of the
Pointer Sisters doing a Neutron Dance.
But always in the style of Rafael, whilst
Gala drank tea with the Spheres 😎😱😲
Thanks Don for viewing 🙏
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Always a pleasure ✌🏼👌🏻
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My pagan heart and my post-modern mind recognizes a work of wonderful witness, David. For witness is everything.
And the great Rilke has come to me for you: The Book of Hours, Prayers to a Lowly God:
Blessings. Many such! Sarah
And yet, though everybody seeks to get away
from self as from a cell that hates and keeps
its prisoner in, the greatest miracle is
knowing that still ALL LIFE IS LIVED.
But who does live it? Is it things
which, like an unplayed melody,
hang about a harp at night?
Is it the winds that come from the sea,
Is it the branches that give each other signs,
Is it the flowers that release their scent,
Is it the long and ancient alleys?
Is it the warm-blooded animals that walk,
Is it the birds that rise up from valleys?
Who lives life really, Is it you, God?
You are the Ancient One, ………..
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Thank you very much, Sarah,
for that touch of Rilke 🙏
“Spring has returned.
The Earth is like a child
that knows poems.”
“The only journey is the one within.”
~ Rainer Maria Rilke
“The Kingdom of God is within you.”
~ Jesus
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My money is on the bewildered tourist. LOL!
Gotta love Dali.
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I especially dressed as a bewildered tourist
for my mission to penetrate the Vatican.
It seemed to work, as the Swiss Guards
didn’t give me a second glance 😎
So I managed to liberate a couple of
Dali artworks. Nobody seemed to noticed.
Thanks Victoria for taking the chance 🙏
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Penetrate the Vatican…I am so giggling.
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I was ready for anything . . .
even the Spanish Inquisition,
for I had just returned from
a secret mission to Catalan 😎
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God’s artwork is unsurpassed. We marvel at His handiwork every day as we co-exist with His creation. One can see why mankind is so curious to learn more.
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Yet some batton down the hatches.
Or are held captive in deceptive clutches.
And it makes me want to cry
for the none so blind … Buckeye 😢
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I hear your words David! God will always have the final say.
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In the sweet by and by,
We shall meet on
that beautiful shore
Who could ask for more?
Thanks for dropping by
. . . Buckeye 😎
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Just beautiful, David.
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Thank you very much, Anna.
Greatly appreciated 🙏
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Time: negative Infinity to positive Infinity. Like my first grade catechism: God always was… always will be. Even back then, the mystery of it all it was a mind-blower to me. Thanx for the mind-crackings and the Salvador Dali attachments. He is one of my artistic heroes.
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An interesting point, Loujen.
Stephen Hawking was certain that the
material universe was created from zero
by simply dividing a big fat ‘nothing’ into
positive and negative ‘somethings’.
It takes pure genius to come up with that.
Try as we might, impossible to imagine
the infinite genius to actually do it 🤔
Thanks for partaking in the WordPress
communal Kool-Aid Acid Test, Loujen 😎
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You are such a talent and man, my my. 😍
And dude, your photographical presence is fabulous. Hair, sunglasses, style. Always gets me. You post awesome pictures, beautiful, incredible. Makes me wish I was there. But my favorites are hands down, the ones of you.
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Talkin’ Peony Crush …💋
you’re makin’ me blush 🥴
I was on my Sunday best🙏
when that pic taken, as I was
stealthily infiltratin’ the Vatican 😇
Thanks for comin’ along in spirit 😎
(that way you’re not an accomplice
to any misdemeanor I get away with) 💖
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Ahhh.. I love thissss! 🥰❤️💙💙💙❤️
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Thank you very much, C.J. 🙏 💛
A heart for good is ever an open book 💝
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Beautiful artworks and poem as always, David! You really are so talented… Your poem is full of philosophical, existential, cosmic, spiritual and religious insights, so reflective. I like the flow and the occasional rhyming that always brings me back to the Beat Poets like Ginsberg or Kerouac. These are the parts of your piece that resonate with me most strongly:
“Is life but the echo
of a big bang smoke ring?
Something so bright
from the darkness of nothing?”
“Am I by design
an accidental fundamentalist?
A partaker in creation,
or just a bewildered tourist?
Are we all painting pictures in time?”
“Is faith in love
… but a delusion?” (this one connects with my recently posted poem “The Inner Voice of Delusion”. Love this connection!)
The end of your poem is equally powerful. Yes, creativity coming from intimacy. Love this, plus God’s intervention “and with the friends that you make”. This last line made me smile. Yes, friends are the only human beings we can choose to associate with during our lifetime as we do not choose family nor bosses nor work colleagues.
Well done, my friend, and thank you for reading and commenting my humble posts.
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Marta, I truly cherish the moments
visiting your most poetic posts.
So glad you connected with my offering.
For writing is all about connection,
with the power & freedom of expression.
And all the better if it’s a heart thing
. . . amb molta sensació 💛
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Thank you, my friend! It’s true, what a great connection we both have. You fill my 💛 with joy!
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A poem filled with wisdom and divine reflection, David.
Every line seems to convey a profound thought and insight.
An avid punster myself, I enjoyed the puns you spaced at varying intervals.
Lines such as “Armenian starvation, the forced feeding of Turkish delight”.
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Keep that one to yourself, thanks Chris.
Recep Erdogan may not like it . . .
so best not clash, nor Rock the Casbah 😎
For some would have us forget
that Ottoman attempt at genocide.
Thanks for taking a long walk
on the Highway Bloggery side 🙏
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Amazing! Grazie!
A beautiful poem David, love it. I see arrays of lines, all gleaming with truth, reflection and inspirations.
I am a novice blogger and was just exploring my reader when I came across this wonderful blog.
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A mega superb! intelligence of poetic artistry.
You brought the whole vocabulary to its beautiful core and man…one of my favorites by you.
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Thank you exceedingly … to the extremity Charlie 🙏
I feel that perhaps I just tap the ethereal 🤔
ethernet, and take down some shorthand ✋
dictation. I think a poet does need to keep
an ear👂 to the wind 🌀
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You are welcome, David.
Great observation my friend. 🙂
A wave unmask its sharpest moon
how that came to be?
A quiz of sort, or a talking spoon –
the winds eyes can’t see.
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To see too much too soon
as it would seem
throughout human history
is ever a crime
Tiananmen Square is where
reason loses it’s rhyme
and rhyme loses all reason ✌️
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Theory has it that the universe
thirst for an enzyme,
if it we’re true, notify the nurse
its past the galaxy’s bedtime.
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The entire Universe
being somewhat off course
could do with a good nurse
As the Enzyme Sublime says …
“Hey babe, your place or mine?”😎
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The billion stars might twitch otherwise
coughing out this godlike enterprise,
who cleverly rearranged the tallest day –
then again, how can anyone say. 🙂
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So Charlie, as you can see,
all the Universe is decidedly OCD.
With the possible exception
and exemption of you and me 😎
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You and me are the particle exemption
that takes things high in ambition –
creating and evolving with big imagination
the universe knows our expectation.
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The Cosmos all in a quiver 😱
as the Highwaymen from the Living End
shout … “Stand and Deliver!” 😎
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Amazing piece👏 and beautiful pics
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Thank you very much, Ashok 🙏
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Pleasure David
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One of the best I have read in a long time David. Thank you 🙏
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Greatly appreciated.
You’re very welcome, Ashok 😎
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OH MY GOD, DAVID!!! Thank You for this. Man. You are as wonderfully relentless in Your art/expression as God is with Love. Astounding. I read this outloud and laughed and cried and once again was swept up in incredible urgency. It’s just wonderful reading You. And I had never seen some of these Dali peices. WOW. I can’t imagine how it felt standing before them. Before all this mind-blowing art. Cheers to You!!! I hope You and Your Beautiful Lady are having a blast on Your ever-unfolding romp!!! 🤗💖😊
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Thank you exceedingly, Katy.
Yes, life is a grand privilege, but heavy
laden for the downtrodden & ravaged.
I was looking for the Chambers of Secrets,
hidden deep in the Vatican basement, when
I stumbled upon the Dali paintings. Salvador
himself had presented them to the Pope.
But being an art critic, and a renaissance
fan, the Pope consigned them to the deep,
with a prayer Salvador’s soul to keep.
Thanks for your good wishes, Katy.
I, and my lovely lady, are getting ready to
drive all the way to the Gulf of Carpentaria
to see what we can discover 🙏💛
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Lord have Mercy. What a gift!!! Like being handed his soul! I’m so happy Y’all stumbled upon them. Glorious surprise! I hope Ya’ll have a great, wonder filled wander and look forward to seeing what comes next in the Grand Adventures of DavLin!!! Cheers and Bon Voyage! 🤗❤️😊
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Lovely photos–powerful poem…
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Thanks for perusing , Michael 🙏
From my viewfinder
this is not Shangrila
Nor Nirvana for that matter😎
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Yes, I understand. You put a lot of time and effort into your work. It is definitely admirable. And thanks again for all the likes.
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My photographic pleasure 😎
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Well done brother. A thought on “the god particle”. Science ( The culture of “modern science”) tells us that God as we know Him does not exist. & yet they also tell us that there are entire Universes & dimensions that remain unseen & unmeasured. They cannot even perceive the fullness of creation but they still think that they know it all. As if a goldfish living in the bowl is an expert on the sea.
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A wonderful analogy, Lloyd 🌊🐬
I was going to include a line;
A blind man standing in the dark
saying that light couldn’t possibly exist
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That’s a great thought. You could do a whole post on that line alone.
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Wow.
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Thanks Cheryl, for taking the grand tour 🙏
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It kept me intrigued and not much does these days. Thanks for the journey.
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Life is a mystery, but by design
we can find the author 😎
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A touch of melancholy but true, dear!!How much you are emotional, my dear!! This is true reality of the world in which many paradoxical things are presented. Only Love is the cure💗💙💚💛💜💞
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Yes, God is true love 💛
And those who know love true
. . . know God.
Thanks Aruna for your positivity 🙏
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Most welcome,dear David.🌹🌹🌹
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Wow, this is so beautiful. Nicely written 🌹
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Thanks for dropping in 🌼
You are always most welcome.
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Your artistic, yet comprehensive look at life is stunning! Amazing piece!
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Thank you very much, Eugenia 🙏
At times, I find, I’m just an embedded
reporter on the front line of time 😎
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Hi David, this is awesome! And how fun to read aloud! Cheers! Nina:)
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A Grand Thank You, Nina 😎
But be careful when reading out loud.
… You never know who’s listening 🙉
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Ha! I know “they” are listening. And watching….
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👁️👂🤫
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Awesome to see Dali’s paintings. Ever been to Dali’s Museum in St. Petersburg, Florida?
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No, but I believe it is regarded as the
ultimate Dali collection. Hope to get
there one day. Spent a mesmerising
day at Dali House in Figueres. And the
Dali Espace at Montmartre was well
worth the trip. Sadly, didn’t have the
time to visit his house at Port Lligat.
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There is so much to discover:) love your blog David!
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This is one of your best. This world is just one gigantic piece of art. And many of us are abstract.
You looking pretty cool there in the bowels. Whenever I am hidden in bowels, I never look so cool.
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At the Vatican
you can
delve so deep
you come out
the other end again
neatly discrete
and as sanctified
as the best of them 😎
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If spiritual arms could cross distances… I guess this is what they look like… the arms of god, creative energy, itself…
thank you for this incredible series of gifts to us all, David… a taste of all, a taste of everything, a channeling, a divine breath… a whisper
in a voice
made of heavy light…
thank you.
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Thank you for your good vibrations,
Lia. You’ve inspired me to dig a bit
deeper …
There’s a light
with a heavenly glow
A whisper light as a feather
To listen
ever a choice
Yet the weight
of eternity echoes
at the sound of that voice
It is good with my soul
as I’ve had
a celestial taste
And a touch
of what makes us whole
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Whoa! Powerful and thought provoking – an understatement!!! Awesome, David!!
✨✨👍
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Your gracious feedback is greatly
appreciated, Chuck 🙏
I guess it’s a state of the art …
to overflow from the heart 💛💥🤔
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Awesome! What an amazing poem!
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Thank you muchly 🙏
Each new day is an opportunity. Hope
is kindled in the heart of those who
venture upon the road of discovery 😎
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This may seem like a strange question but I wondered if you were related to Dr Alan Redpath?
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Alan Redpath the evangelist? 🤔
All the Redpaths came from a small
Scottish village, near Melrose
(Sir Walter Scott territory). So,
I believe we are all related. I visited
the village of Redpath a few years
ago, and there were none left there.
They had all left for fame & fortune
elsewhere 😎
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Yes.I met him when I was a student at Glasgow University. I am originally from Scotland, although I live in Canada now. My family live in the Borders, near Melrose. Small world!
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The old Redpath school room,
now being used as a community
hall, (as there are sadly not enough
children left in the village) has a
‘Wall of Honour’ for those Redpaths
who’ve made a splash out in the wide
world. In first place is a Canadian
Redpath, very successful, who
returned to get married in the
ancestral village. I didn’t make a
note of his name, but I was told
he’s big business back in Canada.
Melrose was one of the most
pleasant villages we stopped at
on our Scottish trek, prior to driving
all around the north coast along
the Route 500. Well worth the trip.
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Interesting. Perhaps I’ll check the school room out myself when I’m in Scotland in the spring (with a planned trip to the north as well). Thanks for taking the time to comment 🙂 I really appreciate your blog. Your work is amazing!
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🙏 🏴 😎
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Interesting, David. I kind of like to think of us as knotted-up sunshine infused with the breath of God… 🙂 Weekend blessings!
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Thank you very much, Nora 😎
I often feel that some of the words
coming through are part of a two
way conversation. Words are
meaningless without a touch of
inspiration 🙏
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A fabulous journey of moments through poetry…
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Thanks for coming along
for the ride, Mona 🙏
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Wow I don’t know how to comment on this except to say beautifully written prose about the answer to life. The paintings are also stunning. I am glad I have the answer and experienced the truth
Several times. Once by being giving a much to strong blood pressure medication which stopped my heart for a few minutes. God is on my shoulder. This is an incredibly thought provoking piece. Thank you. Love 💕 Joni
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Greatly appreciated, Joni 🙏
I have seen, and myself been in,
some close encounters with the
eternal. Only those who have know
God’s divine intervention in such
situations can truly relate.
Thanks for the affirmation 😎💛
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You are so welcome 🙏. It is my pleasure to me you. I look forward to enjoying your blog. Have a blessed weekend. Love 💕 Joni
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It’s a wonderfully poetic ‘n’ picturesque ride you’re taking us on… “Can a Theory of Everything / actually tell me a thing?” Who on earth knows! And, its true, in my view, that without art, there ain’t no hope.
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Glad you could join the expedition,
Anna. Yes, there’s a reason they’re
called theories. Ideas attempting
to explain the unknown.
Hope is the substance
that imagination is built upon.
If love can tear us apart,
then a greater love can
put us back together again.
I have faith in a higher love.
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I have no answers.
This was an excellent read.
Still, no answers and
On questions I tread.
My friends and
The arts are my comfort.
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Partakers in creation
Expressions of divine perfection
Reflections in the headlights
of magnificence
What more can one ask for?
Despite the belligerence
of the malicious mediocrity
For there be a celestial open door
This existence belongs to the artist
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A poetic masterpiece, David.
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Greatly appreciated, Chris.
I think I write best when it’s a two
way conversation with the boss
(not Bruce Springsteen, the other boss).
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To lift the veil and find
The answer
Begets more questions
Confounds those who seek
To know,
But to those who seek to understand:
An affirmation.
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For the seeker of truth
finding the source
is not the end of the search
It is just the beginning
With much appreciation
thanks for reading
my humble offering 🙏 😎
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The journey
Of the seeker
Does not begin
With the destination;
This journey
Seeks only to find
The next.
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To seek
and keep on seeking
For there is a King
with the keys
As there is a Kingdom
Life itself is the journey
Eternity the destination
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a true tour de force; I like to mix it up: the early part of your poem asks the same sort of questions as Slowly Slowly does in its ripper little track ‘Jellyfish’. I did get lost in the poetry after a while but appreciated you are dealing with deep issues. I loved the line,’I’m just beginning to understand, by the work of His hand, the smallest strand of a plan …’. I too am a fan of Dali. I love how you mix poetry with painting
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Thanks for sticking it out with my
little wandering exodus, John 😎
I appreciate your feedback 🙏
I guess if your spend time roaming
the wilderness, it gets reflected in
what what you write 🔄 🔃
If you ever visit Spain, Dali’s house
in Figueres, is a surrealistic must.
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