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"Whispers of the Rising Sun:
Fans of Japan, Reflections of Thought"
©2003 Colveyco & JV Harvey ArtWorks


Music by: Windy

Digital Photos of Prints
by Damian Zacar, Studio City CA

Poetry #350

BLISSFUL NOTHINGNESS

Stretched,
Phasing in and out,
Casting ahead many projects
Coordinating character,
Homeless part,
First resistance with
The amount of work
Became open ideas presented,
It was not extra roles being offered.
Particulars symbolic nature,
Interpretive terms
Last dealt with in the work,
Contacts emotional events
Seeped through,
I'm back to testing
The same expressions
With contacts in moment reactions
That drew out the shadows
That drained energies
Through the extracting
Inner spaces,
Invisible forms.
The urges beneath
Thoughts that in a swirl,
Being tapped,
Break through a force,
Sensitive storms,
That both disintegrate and transform,
Oblivion regenerating
New energy lines around,
Which tears,
Into quiet determination
Beyond tragedy comedy.
The detached
State expression,
The appearances seen in any
Form according to the eye,
The ear,
Who,
Encompassing all within
The quiet space
Releases all from it;
It takes no shape nor form,
No space nor time,
Yet is in all shapes and forms,
All spaces and times.
Gone!
Who has the list?
Found pennies
When entered the store,
The 'ego mind' rational,
What it is?
Can know,
Deal with love
Give something to do,
That it can feel,
Service.
So it doesn't rebel
Thinking it must be in
Control when it feels
Threatened by...
Whatever it imagines.

At times it is left alone,
Even a goal
To be
To cut it off
At it's roots,
Detached!
Love is different
Than cut off
From 'external' without
Open lines flowing outward.
The latter creates
Emptiness,
The former
Fullness that overflows.
The great empty,
The void,
Filled with Love,
The darkness,
Filled with Light;
Thoughts or non-thoughts
To the contrary folly urges
To cease to exist
Which is an impossibility
That delusion imagines,
Whether death or a
State of blissful nothingness,
The eventual exist out of nothing
To be what it is and
Must unite one with all
It's seeming parts.


Poetry #351

HAND ON

Noon midst align
Placed limbs,
Dancing in motion,
The psyché altering
Through creative processes
Current woven fabric.
Repeating pattern
Physicalized form,
The ache in the hip,
Becomes opened to energy
And realigned to release
And to strengthen
And regenerate into
Harmonious functioning.
The wholeness,
The entire entity
To all that is,
To not think of the ache
As a problem that one
Has to 'work on'
To alleviate,
Is to allow it to simply
Disappear because
One is the energy
Lines
Alignment.
Like 'the hands on'
That simply channels
Energy wherever it needs to go,
Where it is received,
Drawn to,
That releases whatever
Brought the block in
The first place.
Keeping simple,
Letting go,
Catching the moment holding
Perceiving what it is,
Action that changes
The thing perceived.

©2002 - JV Harvey