‘A hundred times I felt that I held your garment firmly in my hands; When I opened my eyes I was amazed to discover it was my own garment I was holding.' (Asghar) Illumination’s burning Eye has gone, let darkness come, A slip between the Grail and Lip, a black hole in the sun. In total Darkness, total Light; in Nothingness, nirvana. Who dared to love, now lover and beloved love as one. I lift the Grail, the Holy Grail I always was and am The musk the deer pursued, the winging moth and flame made one! A golden rose, a thousand suns, a blaze of brimming light Now overflows my lip with love: the Earth is stirred and shaken. Brings Light to Earth and Earth to Light, un-maims the Wounded King, Unwinter the Grail Maiden’s eyes, makes Maid and May King one. The quest’s achieved, the Earth will live, heart’s wilderness is sown With seeds lost in the fruit it bears, the soul of all is won. O Who of Whos, your heart has burst and pours on Winter’s Kingdom Your cornucopic vessel’s rays: Who dared win love – has won! * This is God. On the highest of highs through the gulf of a tomb, (This is God.) I’m on top of the worlds born of mind, spirit, womb. I am not. Now the bubble has burst, there is nothing but sea: This is God. I’m as drowned in His kiss as the bud in her bloom. I’m in Love. All the pain in my heart’s disappeared like a dream: This is God. I am dead to the worlds and awake to my swoon. I am Him. Now the primal beloved and lover are one: This is God. I’ve become Who I journeyed towards and from Whom. Oh my love! He’s embraced me and brought me at last to himself: This is God. Now I see there is only my Self in his room. I’m the soul. “There’s no dark where there’s light, no unknown where one knows.” This is God. Little mind has been razed with its search and its gloom. O my God! You’re beyond the beyond but you’re found on the Earth. This is Me, All in All, in the flesh: this perfection, this Home. © Gareth Calway 2016. from 6 Degrees Of Separation; 7 Degrees of Love (50th anniversary album), released January 31, 2019 https://thebabalovers.bandcamp.com/album/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of-love-50th-anniversary-album

1. Hell Mouth (traditionally an anus) This Not, this Not, this Not, this Not, this Not that only Love dares to tease undone "In the midway of this our mortal life, I found me in a dismal wood, astray. Now was the day departing and the night en-browned with shadows. As fall off the light autumnal leaves, one still another following, so Adam's evil brood cast themselves. Through me you enter eternal pain. Abandon all hope ye who enter here." (Dante) (Station announcements as listed here or dispersed across the following track) The 007 to Bliss has been cancelled, The 007 to Bliss has been cancelled. There is a replacement Dis service to the Fundamental-Hospital and a private-I'd Dis-pensary on every corner. The Night Train -CALLING AT DIS ENTRY, DIS PEPSIA, DIS TENDED, DIS FUNCTION, DIS GRACE, DIS RESPECT, DIS AGREEMENT, DIS COURAGE, DIS TRUCTION, DISOMER MURDERS, DIS SEMBLE, DIS CEIT, DIS ASTER, DIS PAIR, DIS BELIEF, DIS ORDER, DIS STOPIA, , DIS TEMPER, DIS GUSTING, SUBWAY, DIS Mouth Folk Festival, Endless Scheidt on Radio 3; the Head Orifice of the Dis-Servative Party and the Headache Q of O HELL Magazine. Dis-cend here for Depths of Profound Ditty; the Farewell Dis-appearance of Frank Sinavatar and the Ego-Pivoting Dis-co. (The Dis Pleasure Dome, Dis Quiet, Dis Comfort, Dis Spite, the Dis Self Unemployment Exchange; The Slough of Dis Pond, Khyber Backpass; CHARYBDISPUTATION, Hell City FC (‘Going down, going down, going down) DIS SPOIL, DIS UNION, DIS TRUST, DIS CORD...) 2. Hell Central (ghazal) The night train West voids a soiled brown note and leaves the downfall station; Goodbye Cruel World - I trust you received THIS communication? The Zoo-break heart-freeze sin-beasts of Dante shadow the Circle Line, Paddle up shit creeks out in the Styx to Dis-on-Vacation. Spine-chilling out dark half glasses of Daily Hell, Bank Holiday Messiahs Dis-May my heart; Dis Troy, dim Dante’s Vision. Blind scentless furies and self Dis-abusers hawk heart Dis-ease As the Dis Mall burns: Dis-balled Cinderellas; Dis-simulations. God save me from my Dis-tinted spectacles’ bewitching Bewildering shadows of Dis-appointment Dis-guised as Eden. God save me from Dis-consolation Dis-course; Fifty Shades Of Grave; the pinched shrill of Avant-God; this don't-know-'Who' we are from Adam. The name is Bond. Adam in a Bond. The actor who can’t go on. Wash off this do-do, Not this Not this, this suicide mission. Hell isn’t other people…….It’s ourselves, our self-fulfilling Cock-up conspiracy clouds; our I-land’s alien nation. Marx says to do is to be; Sartre to be is to do, Sinatra Do be do be do this ‘Not’ only Love dares to tease undone. WHO to do or not to do? to be or not to be? Who’s that At the tunnel’s end? Death (Love?). I embrace your oblivion. Don't shoot! Bang! Right through the hole in the heart. Who dares to love? Dr Who Am I: I dare Lt O Who Ru: I dare Who are YOU? Dr: pilot, from the West. Lt :, navigator, from the East. Whom do you serve? Dr. I serve the Avatar. Lt. I serve the Avatar. Who dares serve the Avatar...Kill them! Reg Blarney: Well hello there astro-knight grail questers. I'm afraid that owing to a suicide on the line, the Night Train to Dis has stalled, buttoning to an arrangement we have with the managers of the second heaven, which as you know is just heaven in reverse, if you'll just accept the inner microscopes we're giving out, and look inside yourselves, you'll see the heaven you might have had if you hadn't jus all been such naughty girls and boys. So, here it is, starring the drop dead gorgeous Helen Heaven the inner flight movie- 3. Helen Heaven (inner flight movie) (ghazal) How can I tell you last night in the tavern unsteady as I was, Great glad tidings were bright to me by the angel of the hidden world? (Hafiz.) A Roman candle – both ends – a seized handful of lightning, She fires through the heavens like light streams off an angel’s wing. So mighty and subtle, a charge off of yin and yang, The craft’s me, and I’m her: love-fuelled, she flies to every whim. The Maimed King’s white-robed daughter, her eyes red with strange desire, Steers dreamland below – wakes life from dead Earth - by wishing. Above dreams, I see hereafter’s warp-speed joy and pain: trance Of soul-sending bliss; agony of sins’ un-thinking. Six hundred and sixty six rockets shoot over like stars: Flight paths clear of congestion and endless delaying. It’s not sober in heaven, Calypso measures pour down; Pure spirit unstopped by flesh; wild uncorporate singing. I’ve pub-crawled from the plane into this heavenly city, Tavern drinking to an Absent Friend I should be meeting. (Stuck. A Catherine Wheelspin Lotus to Nowhere. Fast. I’ve stalled The mission, the Earth and its peril, the Master’s calling.) “O God-dazzled, leave this dream, which is heavenly shadow Of Grail light, and follow Me where such wish-life is nothing.”... Debt-ridden sinners redeem themselves in galloping hells: Last Trump! Thick sins in deep shit, thin in shallow - below my high living. 4. Dis End Leading To Hell Bottom Dis End. The Night Train terminates here. No change for the wicked or rest for the damned. Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. Birth of the deadliest thing on the planet, The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Damn all these currents of feeling that kiss And wear me, so much, with their wetness, or grit, Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. Silence, a stare, are my anaesthetists. I freeze out pressure, heat. I won’t admit The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Sunshine, tears, won’t melt my heart like Ice’s, I’m dead hard. Whatever moves, I’ll kill it, Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. I went to pieces once; perhaps round this More grainy core, less brittle, I can fit The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Made of dead reactions, buried stresses, Grist to milling Earth, I’ll never quit Solidified might, past-imperfect as is. The Verb into Noun, the process into stasis. Staff announcement. The skeleton crew should remain on board until a ghost train can be found to return ye to your underground stations- - Suicides and sewage workers joining the Night Train yer from the Valley of Shadow of Death should expect long delays as the River Ycheron is experiencing a flood of effluents owing to the supernatural antics of Kuber on Heaven 002. - All other bad ass souls should now proceed to Eden 000 for the fitting of the Love Suit and then board the Astral Plane as tis ready to leave. The Garden of Eden - your next station stop! (The rest of ye - tea break's over. Get back on your heads!) © Gareth Calway 2016 in https://garethcalway.blogspot.com/2016/01/6-degrees-of-separation-7-degrees-of.html from 6 Degrees Of Separation; 7 Degrees of Love (50th anniversary album), released January 31, 2019