Poetry #332

THE ENCRYPTION SCHEMES

Good Morning!
All is exactly...
It's amazing,
Isn't it?
Heard raining,
Yet a bit,
Should be tomorrow,
Can ride shower, and now....
Communications,
Art,
Centuries,
Another beginning movement
Western - "go west, young man, go west"
M. Greeley said, when or where
Who knows,
Who cares?
All is as it is.
All is as it needs to be
In the moment
In Divine Order
In perfect harmony.
A sense 'slowing' down,
Sits with this morning
The birds, rain, sounds,
Each in rhythm
Mark the symphony.
The rhythm of a day allows for openings
To vaster creative rhythms
In which the day's
Moments are a part
And from which the sense
Of time seems
To dissolve.
Opened window a bit
To more clearly and
Directly hear the sounds
Of natures movement.
Stating "a bit" repeated
Above,
Thought in 'computer'
Terms that each 'bit'
Contains 'a certain amount'
Of information that tapped
Comes forth to the foreground
To be viewed in the screen;
Viewed, altered, used,
Whatever, 'a bit' of memory,
Storage, usage, random,
Temporal, changeable and
Changing in the moment,
A capacity is used according
To the construction
In its 'track' or 'layers' if light
Enabled to view different overlays,
Bits within bits or combinations
That each may be integrated
For seemingly different
Information that varies
According to the equipment
And user's abilities, choices, etc.
The encryption schemes
That are accessed accordingly.
Frequencies and fields,
Light and particles and waves,
All come to mind as one takes a moment
And perceives acts with it
In the creative state of relatedness
That in multidimensional awareness
Emerges in creation.
'Slowed' or 'slowing'
To sit with, and could be the reverse,
A 'speeding' up where the time
Moments are elongated.
Whatever,
The sense of the 'beat of a different
Drummer' comes to fore,
Even now the chimes
Bells begun.
Consciousness forms the genes,
And not the other way around,
And the about-to-be-born
Infant is the agency
That adds new material
Through chromosomal
Structure.


Poetry #333

EVER-CHANGING ARRAY

Morning-Early Afternoon,
I am
A simple
Complex person
On the verge of laughter
And/or tears,
So many thoughts attend
The Moment in ever-changing array,
That parts of one
Take flight and meet
Others there,
Just beside where
I think I am,
And that thought
Transient is met here
In the forms from which
It seems to spring
To speak Answers
To questions
Yet to be asked,
A step ahead
A step Behind
Seem to define
The suspended motion,
Evening...

©2002 - JV Harvey