(Listen to "Processional Ingressions")

Processional Ingressions, and Expressive Intercessions:

A Poem About Love

by Behest

Respectfully bequesting requested reflections

Attesting my affection by attending your suggestion

Professed without pretextual pretensions to perfection

Nor attention to the mention of defensible direction

I suspect that I’ve addressed these digressions to their death

And expect you will suggest I self-suppress and take a breath

For it’s possible it’s true to persist ad infinitum

While accosted by my Muse, I resist the urge to write ‘em

And try to tone it down, bring it back to earth

Slyly slow the sound, slim the massive girth

Smooth the groove, in truth improve

The soothing mood of moving through

From here to there, the path less taken

My fear is where I have forsaken

Clear function for form through this poetic cheater’s

Compulsion for normal rhythm and meter

So rather than let this collection of words

Just blather on getting debased and absurd

I choose to embrace the greatest ambition

And move that we face the Human Condition

The task at hand is expression of Love—

Unmasked, expanding impressions thereof,

Not romance, nor passion, fulfilled and then faded

Those fanciful fashions of the willful and jaded

But the song of the heart, the beat of the soul

That belongs but to art, complete with no goal

No provisional context, no consuming fire

It begins at the apex, then goes zooming higher

To give without objective, desire, expectation

To live within collectively inspired invitation

Into action in accordance with the Universal Law

The attraction being ordinary reverential Awe

For the Rule of Reciprocity, once written glimm’ring gold

‘Cause that Pool of Generosity’s a bitchin’ swimming hole

Where the entrance fee is empathy toward purportive enemies

And amnesty not enmity affords rewarding energies

See, atavistic apathy’s contaminating atrophy

Is apt to feed irascibly calamitous catastrophe

So rising from the crisis of devices twice divisive

My advice is that the wisest stripe of life is righteous niceness

Here again I grasp at straws, in retrospective self-awareness

And force myself to take a pause, to recollect a sense of fairness

Lest this exercise in irony be teetering on the fulcrum

‘Tween a symphony of synchrony and engulfing self-indulgence

The words involved are not for me, they are for you implicitly

So I resolve again to be aspiring to simplicity:

Returning to the essence at the source of emanation

That eternal luminescence is the force of revelation

So dusting off the mirror to break illusion’s bond

And trusting vision’s clearer with less movement on that pond

You’ll find internal truth is the same as all the rest

You find eternal youth as a flame inside your chest

Many theories are proclaimed, many more unmanifest

Some I fear need be explained, still the plain ones are the best

There’s no resolve through thought, no prescriptions for behavior

For after all’s been taught, self-held wisdom’s still the savior

Nor duration of space nor volume of time

Would occasion embrace to impugn the climb

When you’ve heard the calling, you’ll know what is meant

It’s not about falling—ent’ring Love is an ascent.