subtitle- The Love Suit (A Love That Involves Evolution).
The astro-knights have reached Launchpad Eden at the top of Mount Purgatory and must get into their (inner) space suits for the heavenly voyage. The unearthly 'love suit' is made of all variants of the human form - and all faiths, cultures and ethnicities - and getting this to fit is the completion of the astro-knight training which began in earnest in Hell Bottom. It is purgatory getting the love suit to fit. At the end of this, they are ready and equipped to quest through the heavens.
Form and technique
A binary dialogue of the Eastern and Western knights, all except the opening two lines made up of a ghazal of responding, or parts of, and finally shared, couplets. They are beginning to merge, to marry, as the quest guides them to Oneness.
The allegory
The ghazal represents the final stage of reincarnation, where the soul is beginning to experience together/ transcend all the available forms and varieties of human being. In this sense it it a recapitulation of the whole of human reincarnation within a proto-involving consciousness just as the horror ghazal in Hell Bottom (first third) was a recapitulation of 7 levels of pre-human evolution within a human mind.
In Western terms, Eden is the Earthly Paradise, Heaven on Earth, from where Adam and Eve could have started for heaven itself if they hadn't fallen but to which they might then have been too contented to aspire. For most of us, it is other side of hell because first we have to overcome all the negatives we inherit from human history and our own natures. In the Bible, Milton and Blake, Eden is innocent and in some sense naive, untested, in-experienced. In Dante, it is one purgatory of an achievement after hell. It is the epic re-attainment of innocence by one with full knowledge of hell.
lyrics
e quindi uscimmo, a riveder le stelle. Purgatorio
OK I guess we'd better get the love suit on O Who Ru.
It is purgatory just getting it to fit, Doctor.
Ah! I stand up – and straighten, show backbone and nerve
Like a human, breathe oxygen, swivel and swerve.
But this suit is unearthly, plays tricks with my brain,
Only Judo Islamic Christ Love-Zen will serve.
And the training is purgatory, flesh is not fixed;
I’m a gay-straight, man-woman, black-Eskimo Serb.
I’m the Wandering Who at the bottom of hell.
I can’t Adam and Eve how my crossovers curve.
In this Inner Space love-suit, this Onesie fits All,
My identity shell cracks and heart hits a nerve.
Human being’s the grave-bed of wanting doing;
Love its flower and fragrance, lift off and surge.
Now I climb up this launch pad I’ve built for my craft
On this dying blue planet I’m pledged to conserve.
Middle wayfaring pilot, you’re programmed to fly
Seven planes to a love star no ‘I’ can observe.
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