Princess Disks Vesta Beaver - Two Poems

“Love Poem to You, Another Myself”

We have this disease inside us, you and me.
It doesn’t have to manifest itself.
Diet, belief, behavior, activity—any
Can spark the monstrous addict lurking
Within every cell of the corpus, and contagious
As cholera, it affects much more than you
Or me alone. We move inexorably now
Toward an endpoint of this phase of human
History, where enough of us must change
Radically to continue the species. Else all of us
Shall perish. No great loss really, considering
All our kind has done in its traumatized blindness
But sad too, in the sense of all that Could Have
Been. Even though I urgently want you to get
The message, there’s not much I can do. I pray
That you awaken to a self-chosen God’s will
For you, delicious creature unaware of how special
You really are. Can I transmit the mirror back
To your unseeing, donkey eyes, stubbornly
Braying for me to quit regarding you with loving
Intentions? Is there a way to burn through layers
Of scar-tissue, your hardened armor of socialized
Domestication, wherein you are capable of acts both
Ruthless and kind, both craven and compassionate?
Maybe not me, maybe someone else will come along
And in that exquisite, unguarded moment
Touch the radiant divinity within that points
Both of us toward an integrated blissful Now,
Where we remember our connections to each other;
Where we recover everything being all right;
Where we rejuvenate the Eternal Alignment of Our Souls…

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“To Jody”

I wonder if you recognize yourself
in me, as I do you. Oh, lover.
I see a luminous essence seeking
to bridge the celestial with the mundane,
the spiritual and the carnal, to see
the two as one. I marvel, terrified
that you thrill at the fights. And yet don’t I
seem to have a little thing about Death
myself? Sometimes even longing for my rest
Eternal? I’m not about to commit
to irreversible action, don’t fret it.
There’s some workings I still need to unfurl
into this twisted plane. We are here, you
and I, as emissaries of the Source of All.
But as I awaken to my true nature, Dear
Heart, I see that holding title to this form
is not the highest priority. While I
stand and sit and fuck and eat and drink,
shit and piss and sleep and work and rest
I will keep my gifts in focus, one
of which is our tender interaction
and I will work with Divine spirit and create
alongside the Holy That, with whatever may
from my intentions and actions issue forth.

I trust, sexy lover, you are doing the same….

Knight Disks Persephone Goat

I've been in a bit of a torpor/whirlwind since returning from NoDak. There really is some sort of mojo that I respond to in the plains that I don't understand. When I go to my power place, I go to a place that's not unlike a more marshy NoDak. Perhaps on some level I sense that the lake itself has some amazing power in the situation that is my life. In any case, I felt a little twist in my heart when I got in the rental car to drive back to Fargo and board my plane.

Work has been mondo busy of late, and I realize that while I wasn't at work, I really wasn't "on vacation." This past weekend, Jody and I went off to Burlington and that felt more of a vacation than my entire trip did, with the exception of the driving across the state which I absolutely loved.

I have a lot to post, but I feel a need to let things sift a bit so that I might focus. I don't know when I'll be returning to NoDak, but I do intend on going again perhaps in the summer of next year. Provided things work out along those lines--anything's possible in this weirdass days.

Blessings.