The Ancient Beach Mist

(explained)

©2005 by Peter Bové

This poem, as most people assume, is about the end of an era for two lovers. The two lovers are Adam
and Eve and the poem is about the end of the world in our time. …And once more timidly dies…--
The Chastisement (a.k.a. Apocalypse) Armageddon… (see: Revelation 21:1-3) Perhaps even relating to
Plato’s Atlantis as it may be possible that this is not the first human Chastisement even before the flood
ofNoah. Indigenous Peoples Prophecy. (Sometimes accredited solely as the Hopi prophecy)

Orphan Waves drown wounded kisses

As drunken shadows dance upon the moon

Orphan waves” refers to the money, sex, drugs, possessions, lies and whatever else we use to wrongly
define our world and sense of self worth. Mankind fosters delusional reality to escape the pain and
suffering of his mortality. Or “Wounded kisses…” “Drunken shadows are these illusions, which may
as well be upon the “moon” as that is how truly ours they are.

Oceanic castaways upon the sea foam

We laugh with lightening eyes

“Castaways” - as we are disposable to the forces of evil, which we allow through fear ignorance and
greed to use us, but we are in a state of artificial and temporary pleasure - we laugh with lightening
eyes – an unnatural state of egotistical self-serving knowledge. We laugh because we believe we have
defined the reality of existence through scientific discovery.

Forgotten whispers
Hush rapacious delirium
Mysterious riddles hidden beyond the surf
The memory of stars in timeless night

“Forgotten whispers” This is objective reality; what is truly real - – the ultimate truth of life, which is
forgotten – yes: God, Who could quiet the madness of delusion -rapacious delirium. However
mysterious or hidden the riddles are, they do exist, although the right answers are not easily acquired,
as they are riddles in whispers and hidden beyond the surf. We must be willing to traverse the
dangerous relentless surf; lusts of the world, in order to gain this truth. Truth which we have no proof
exists. But it does and is timeless – eternal... ..timeless night.

When awkward earthly murmurs

Silky beneath the sand
Heal mourning for the drowsy navel of before
Yet, with morning smiling delicious spring rain
Awkward and earthly because we are of the earth and the truth is timeless, which accounts for it being
awkward in the confinement of time and space. Silky beneath the sand because life is beautiful if we
embrace its perfection. All the clues are right here in front of us. ”Earthly murmurs” In absolute truth
there is no space, because space suggests non-space and in absolute truth there is no dichotomy. No
duality. And time is a phantom existing only in our limited dimension.

We sigh and falter afar where

Furtive love hunted found
Is cast into the ancient beach mist
And once more timidly dies

Love. Not typical romantic beach love but, true love. Pure love. Love of the gift of life: God. This is
simple betrayal and denial of true love and pure truth. We are given the gift we seek, which is - furtive
love hunted found - We find it, but the price (doing what is right per the laws of God) seems too high,
so we throw it away at the hands of fear greed and indecision as well as the lack of sacrificial love for
the absolute truth or faith in God. Ultimately the reason the world timidly dies is because God created
Adam from dust and placed him in the Garden of Eden to till the earth. And God admonished him not
to taste the fruit of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil. We earn our reputation as the Banished
Children of Eve! What this means to me is that through our fear fed ego, we deny wisdom and opt for
the quest for power by hidden knowledge - false or not if it suits our desires. Not a very intelligent
choice at the end of the day. 1 John 3 “Beloved, now are we the sons of God, and it doth not yet appear
what we shall be: but we know that, when he shall appear, we shall be like him; for we shall see him as
he is.

I do not know what I may appear to the world; but to myself I seem to have been only like a boy playing
on the sea-shore, and diverting myself in now and then finding a smoother pebble or a prettier shell
than ordinary, whilst the great ocean of truth lay all undiscovered before me. 1
Brewster’s Memoirs of Newton. Vol. ii. Chap. xxvii.

And so, the work goes on. The Lord in His infinite love wishes to give Himself, but first the tabernacle
where he would dwell in so sublime a manner must be made holy. Origen has well described this state
as the soul's winter", the time of aridity, desolation and apparent incapacity to love God. But this light
which has appeared to the soul as "night" is, in fact, the intensity of God's incandescent fire,
illuminating and bedazzling the soul with the majesty of His divine splendour. Nature must first be
stripped of everything earthly and then re-clothed in the celestial garments of contemplative grace.
His ordeal over, the mystic now realizes how necessary was this preparation, for no one would dare to
live in the divine Presence without first passing through the crucible of tribulation. The Lord Himself,
in His eager desire to further enrich the soul, is the sculptor who carves and chisels, refining his
masterpiece from the crude block of human nature. And when the mystic finally emerges into the clear
light once more he knows for certain that all was the work of God; he knows, too, that even as God had
seemed to reject him He was in fact present all the time in the depths of the soul preparing it for yet
higher gifts (Tanquery).