Poetry #322

WALKING THRU DOORS

Last seasonal house,
Past,
Uncles there
The space
Small with each,
Allowed part to place
Objects not moved.
Items bringing some
Moving turn to find
Many others were about,
And rearranged
The space entirely,
Disconcerting this sense
Abusement was especially
Because the person wouldn't
Have dared normally
When I wasn't there alone
This day
Left for reason and thought!

Apparently without permission.
Had moved about much in closets,
Room,
Setting up easel,
Connected to re-doing
The Artist Page,
The weekend with scenes
Images fore and background,
That placed before considerations
Possible choices made,
Support details
That fall into places
Because the choice made,
Also, the excuses
Become for not,
Choose or simply give up,
Go along with pressure's circumstances,
Rather,
Become creative with choices done!
One finds ways to do
What must be done or
Allows solutions played,
Call,
Timing - that voice
Add,
Wait not!
Moves a pace
To wherever,
Leads with encodings,
Yet heard projected words,
Images and actions,
Again - choices
Energies carry
Creative flow in one's step!
Within that background
Steps the canvas or
The stage - set entrances,
Exits players,
Masks intent to freely express.
Walking thru doors,
Holographics
Reveal new forms
Stages beyond the norms
Where familiars become chance
That beneath's
Not by accident
But rather result's choice,
And steps taken that are reflected
And inflected in encompassments
As contractions compress through
The moment.
Mores' done than one addresses
Thru center,
Intense - detached state!
So a day
The ancient echo
The corridor's release
In present's choices played
Freeing from the stone,
Too Cosmic Egg Cracked
Pours forth dimension's
All....
The unknown reality...
About...
Pre-spring then implied
Conclusions currents done!
Springs state where as inclusive
Time frame creations from
Each form made
None too fast
Go
Flow,
Letting the rivers edge
Who lives constant
End,
Many ports pathed along the shores.
Each a day at a time and
A night's rest,
Yet awake,
Watched
Led....!


Poetry #323

COMPRESSED EXPRESSION

A few moments silence,
Transitions day - in seconds....
Leaves, voices
Dropped off....
With a slowness
When speed ahead
Will sleep awake,
To pick up concert, sun,
Plans develop
Labor Day
Weekend
Done!
Advance evening's return
Where now date's running on
Cannot be as though
Just going along.

Stop - see - choose
How to be in doing change
Floating without senses open
To flow through....
Locate,
Do show
Universe benefit best concerned.
We move from storage,
Things great!
Support comes to expand
Divine pictures, circles and dots,
Not connected
Larger frames encompasses
Smaller expanding
Encompassing
The globe face
Beyond that eye open
To one
To other as artist
To canvas bringing together
The energies flowing
Through connection eye
Chakra's crown
Unifying
Divine beauty,
Joy and fun too,
Transcending
Light and Love!

Outside invisible
Opened eye channeled beam
Light bearded figure
Longer beard,
Open heart chakra lifts and extends
The complete connection
That intensifies
The beam of light.
Then lines non-defined
To any specific image
Multiple in moments before seen
And quickly passing,
As though sculpted.
Fluid writing - let go
To lines madly expressed
On page would be
Release of some energies
Compressed,
Expressions - let go
Non-communications hour
To rest, to sleep, perhaps
To dream, to flight conscious, perhaps
Have thought termed body experience,
Escapes choice form, symbols, charts
Why and beyond images with
Pre-shamanic forms or
Aboriginal drawings and dots.
Stop!
Now off to go out,
See,
Be to return by,
Left ringing words picture - and
Words not legible become lines drawn -
Sights, sounds roll into one to rest....
However, rang , after, brief
Speak goodnight,
Next thing known morning
Around - began last evening
Above,
Early now,
It is done ,
To continue,
The day.

©2002 - JV Harvey