at hawk's nest sept 29

Here's a brand new poem fresh from my brain. I'm excited about it. I'm hoping it's a worthy vehicle for a theme I like to keep pounding nails into. I'll post rewrites as they happen so you may witness the process.

Version 1.0

O Beloved. O me,
O The glow, the burn of love,
The molten feeling pouring forth…
Within, within what I am…
What is… what has been liberated… is so bounteous...
Within what is… is so magnificently intimate.

Though what this magnificence is… is not me.
I am a human hatched from it.
What it is… is you Beloved.
This fire of love is yours…
Is you the ever-present essence… you the unchanging…you our beloved.
You are the molten pouring forth of consciousness.
I am ignited with the oneness that is my brain’s embrace.

I sit snug in the nest of my Yurt…
The mid-morning sun has come so kindly against the chill of this Autumn morning.
I sit and think of my business at the busy café I haunt in town.
(There, I edit my stuff and send it on into the ethers of the internet}
Like most there, I am a watcher…
I watch enthused by the elaborate interactions of the likes of chess pieces as they move across the floor in fast forward… as the staff, as the comers and goers, as the groups… the flirtatious and the oldsters… socialize… talk, laugh, commiserate, consume, cyber-surf, play…
Talk and be what humans do… do as human hatchlings… do as cognitions fledged…
Their wings working into the pleasure of being… our wings carried along in bliss-bearing breezes.

A friend has said that we have come to a rebooting.
Like the Ark of Noah, those who have adapted are transcending.
He has said human perception is rapidly transforming… revolution upon revolution.
The information (the psychedelic perception) we operate now with is prodigious, transcendental.
He sees a great divide… a division among humans, within culture… sees analogues and digitals.
There are those who remain mammalian… pursuing the straightforward biological goals…
Pursue as the totality of what they think.
For them, what they are only, are the sight in their eyes and their thoughts.
And then there are such as we…
We who find that what we are composed of is the conscious eternal essence.
There are such as we who devote within to the molten pouring forth of the bounteousness of the Beloved.

reversions Oct 2 on into January 24.
bold is the first edit. Colored is January.
As I visit and revisit, the original inspiration fades and I become concerned with the honesty/clarity/art of it. I still like this poem, as busy and dense as it is. But dense seems to be my middle name.

O Beloved Divine, O me, O…
The glow, the burn of love,
The molten feeling pouring forth…
Within, within what I am…
Within what is… what has been liberated… is so bounteous...
Within what is… is so magnificently tenderly intimate.

Though what this magnificence is… is not me.
I am the human hatched from it.
What it is… is you Beloved.
This fire of love is yours…
Is you the ever-always-present essence… is you the unchanging…is you our Beloved.
You are the molten pouring forth that is consciousness.
I am ignited... my brain brilliant with your Oneness Singularity.

I sit snug in the nest of my Yurt…
A square of the mid-morning sun has come so kindly against the chill of this Autumn morning.
I sit and think of my business at the busy café I haunt in town.
(There, I edit my stuff and send it on into the ethers of the internet}
Like most there, I am a watcher…
I watch enthused by the elaborate interactions of the likes of style conscious chess pieces... pieces moving across the floor in strategic momentums… as the staff, as the comers and goers, as the groups… the flirtatious and the seasoned… socialize… talk, laugh, commiserate, consume, cyber-surf, play…
Talk and be what humans do… do as hatchlings… do as cognitions fledged and flying…
I see their wings work… work lifting into the pleasure of being… see them being carried along in breezes bliss-bearing.

A friend has said that we have come to a rebooting.
Like the Ark of Noah, those who have adapted are transcending.
He has said human perception is transforming… revolution upon revolution rapidly.
The information (the cyber-niscence psychedelic perception) we operate now with is prodigious, incredible, transcendental.
He sees a great divide… a division among humans, within culture… sees analogues and digitals.
There are those who remain mammalian… pursuing the straightforward biological goals…
Pursue as the totality of what they feel/think.
For them, what they are… are only but the sight in their eyes and the thoughts that whelm in their minds.
And then there are such as we…
We who find that what we are composed of…
That what we operate as… is as the timeless consciousness burning lit within with compassion.
There are such as we who devote within to the molten pouring forth of the bounteousness of the Beloved One-love.

- Jan 30th, 2024 This poem seems perhaps as good as it will get