Companion Set One
№4 A Gathering Of Echoes
Echoing The Mother: Companion Poem to PART 1, #2 of The BWS Project Launch Series (2024)
“A Gathering of Echoes” is the 4th human translation from Companion Set One, the nine-lyric sequence spinning out of PART 1, of The BWS 3-part launch series (2024). Learn more here. The numerical value of the mother post that №4 is born out of is displayed in the subtitle for later easy reference (post-launch series). Along with the other eight lyrics, this poem “echoes the mother.”
Observing the human giant’s heart…is a gathering of echoes.
Beneath The Outer Casing, Far Down In:
Gushing out of the silent well
It feeds out of, and into
on that subterranean side —
rushing through Its deepest caverns
the light stream flows,
and as it glows unimpeded
the heart fathoms It
as a song.
And the heart comes undone.
Every cell of It — every one!
The Heart Fathoms The Music Of It:
Fathoming the unfathomable,
O, the sound in the light
ascending from deep down in,
calling out to be heard.
The stunning melody —
expectant to emit (into the outer domain) —
speaks to the heart, and if the giant is true
the heart embraces the song.
The heart regales the whole of It. Every atom.
Inhales the stars, the moon, and the sun!
Delighted With The Music Of It:
Excited by the light’s brilliance,
the heart shudders and quakes.
On the brink of bursting at the strain
of holding in the light of It,
of holding in the breath of It,
of holding in the life in It…
of holding It all in, The True Heart exclaims:
Collect one tiny cluster of It!
For the heart’s resilience…It is time to emit!
The Heart Engages The Noddle:
Dancing far inside of the cosmos,
of the twinkle-and-glow and deep sparkle,
The Heart-and-Noddle (operating as ONE)
dips into the light stream,
extracting a tiny cluster of JOY!
Still in the ether, the song reprises the whole of It —
every light body of the eternal flow —
playing through that one tiny cluster.
Now, the song is perched on the high seat of the lavender train,
intent on carrying light out (into the earthly terrain).
The Song Is Unrelenting:
And as the music swells,
the heart swells. For humanity’s resilience, It must emit.
The heart’s lips, formed of white foam
misting off the shallows,
are ready to intone,
and The BWS is ready to observe the whole of It
through one tiny cluster of light flow,
arising out of the undertow.
Out of the undergrowth, the giant emits glow.
And The BWS, observing It, gathers the echo.
The South-To-North Meadow Is Amazed:
Starting out at The South Tree,
journeying The Meadow in perpetuity,
The BWS observes the light in It.
Observes the song spilling out
of the shining eyes of The Baby Giant,
inspects the glow spinning out of The In-Between,
studies the outer light-flow of
The Near-To / and The Fully-Grown human.
Through Its life seasons, O, the song of the human giant’s heart.
The South-To-North Meadow is amazed — every part.
A Gathering Of Echoes:
Moving northward, The BWS Collective
gathers the light’s echoes soft-hollering out of The True Heart,
pulsating out from deep down in….
Spilling off the sweet waters of the tongue,
out of the acute eye of the benevolent ear,
through the tender folds of the upper appendages
and the bounty of the facial orifice, surrounding skin upturned.
The BWS mission is a gathering of echoes — born of light’s song —
sending the echoes back to It, on Its JOURNEY along.
If It Is Dark Up Top — No Twinkling Visible:
If the song cannot be heard
the giant’s noddle is not engaged.
But the heart’s lips, unremitting,
born off the white foam misting,
bubble in the undergrowth,
murmuring of the light-glow
waving in the silence flooding It, deep within.
Through the acuity of the feelers, The BWS still receives echo…
far below the surface of the outer skin…
deep down in.
ⓒ 2023
3rd Lyric: №3 The Heart Of The Stone
Up Next: №5 Will It Go On?
