Poetry #336

HARMONIES SOUNDS AND SIGHTS

Not exactly the crack of Dawn,
Thankful to be awake
In a new day always;
Nor to berate the hour
And the use of it,
The sleep a wonderful rest.
Many dreams span the night,
And alive within them
As with the days,
And as days go,
So the dreams.
A sense then of interrelated
Each to the other is more
Than the memory of it,
But a feel of the qualities shared,
Interwoven in the ideas and actions in
The scenes played.
So often the recall of dreams
Translate in terms of film or plays,
In scenes that one transits
As though the actor in them
As well the thought that creates,
That from scene to scene
Seems to go its course
Alone as observed in a completed state;
Somehow all constructed,
Rehearsed and played and
Observed in the same moment
That is natural in its own setting.

Sometimes the 'going with the flow'
Seems by its appearance
Undirected in its naturalness,
And this then brings thought
That may question its state
And by its nature becomes
A driving force in a temporal
Ripple through out a seeming
Imbalance part of the flow.
Too, the understanding that
Each centered in the state
Of relatedness unfolds to
Its own nature,
And apart seek the greater
Integration points,
That recognize its oneness in
Harmonies of sounds and sights
That emerge in the scenes played
That values fulfilled become.
The exchange inner and
Outer energies forms
That appear in
The temporal frame,
The moments of change
That animated become in
The frequencies recognized
In the scene being played;
And as with dreams in
The night any shifts of thought
Bring forth alternate frames animated,
In like manner,
Their scenes played.
Today finished
Signing and further stretching,
And talked and walked,
One day at a time
Not thought too far ahead.
Now 1994
July in Anaheim,
Seems truly like yesterday,
All of it...recalled the 1967
Album had had,
And where I was then, and people,
The Crawford Grill, Foxes, etc.
Pittsburgh PA,
30 years ago?...WOW!


Poetry #337

CAT LIZARDS

Consistent meowing
Finally got me
Now with mid-September
It is chilly in the mornings.
Whatever state I was in before
Meowed away it seems.
Departure this morning,
Will be out until
Wednesday after when
Will be return
Sunday next;
Wow,
There went a week!
However there is much
To accomplish,
During intervals days.
Focusing upon will,
Come forth paintings completed,
As well for purchases.
As all things Divine,
It is a-happening, now!

We, a Month, a half,
Sometimes it seems but a flash!
A day,
Other times as though
Always been here.
So often nature,
The reality space time in
The moment stretches out egnimatics.
One day at a time,
Sufficient unto it,
It's play!

Still meows
Not happy with the food
Most likely will win out
When finally given a new can.
Juggle to get to eat
The left over parts of the
Cans after first feedings.
However healthy
To be gaining weight.
"First Friday"
Set openings will certainly be ideal,
For the period of increase
That we have been working upon,
Would be a wonderful day
To have sold at least half of the works
That will be in
The show.
Run and closing
Provided the necessary conclusion
From that point with further unfoldment
In building the base expansion of work.
The unforeseen will be seen
The unknown comes forth!
We continue to master elements sojourn
Upon the planet.

Crocodile lizard,
Black and white turned into man,
Tall, long black hair, gorgeous.
Different lizard in house grew,
Chased into wall
Big one through hole in hall
Lizard teeth like crocodile.
Later,
To gas station
Pull around side
Changed terminal
With train or bus
Getting things from locker
To put in house,
There prior scenes
When into space where
Lizards were....
Near steps down,
Thought it'd gone
Then door on hole in wall,
Closed gate
Elevator rising
And person transforming
Standing up
Earlier
Meditation,
Lights flow from void
Beautiful blue light
Iridescent solid color
Cloud with form emerging
And changing, beautiful....

©2002 - JV Harvey