Poetry #236

ARTIST TO ARTIST

Relayed
Taken,
While out
Loving touch,
Center breakout
The choice to work out!
Make it so.
Of course,
The message received
By the messenger,
Relayed
Passed,
The message on
Release system
Be free
Shutting down mind
To drift into another being
Entailed
Translating one
Form to another,
Became writing
Words already
Written,
As though the ink
Withdrew into the pen
The first writing,
The same time wrote
New words in place.

More than translation,
A sense
Different meaning
By the medium
Retaining essence
Behind each form.
Without a trace -
One completely disappeared -
The other appeared -
Though it were never there
The first place,
Making new formed
By nothing in emergence
Creation
Rather like morphing too!
One could observe
Transformation taking
Place in words image,
Should one stop mid page,
Insert an alteration
Part original script.
Morphed, mid-stream
Between forms,
That was part
Each in makeup.
More descriptions here,
Sense process
Indicated where there
Unseen transforming entity
Sensed it's creative work,
Not unlike essence
Completing work of art.
Here where
Observer
Refers to a painting,
The one looking
At the artists work where
The artist refers to the one
Whom was vehicle expression.

Implied
Observer
Seeing through eyes both
The observer and artist
In first sense.
Therefore many
Observers
See the painting appear
Each turn provide a different
Meaning to work,
That essence remains included
Through vehicle doing
The work,
Which puts
The artist in touch with all
Whom will ever view
The work,
Even the art
Being created.
This very real sense
Provides the artist a view
Both through
The medium work!
Its environs point
Time in life
Existence through eyes
Probable observers
Work art reality frames.
Artist unseen
Uses the vehicle
The artist
By its opening 'channel'
Opportunity explore
All aforesaid worlds
While doing activity
That produces art,
Draws itself ever
Closer to realization
Entity in its form,
To its oneness with it
Which brings both
Work, art and artist,
A vehicle into existence.
Form emerges
The clay,
Which gives
It form!

Michelangelo release
Already there,
Work art hidden
Imprisoned within stone
The moment which does
The work
Until it is
The life lived,
The artist,
Emerges then
Through which vistas
Hinted become available
To whom approach its
Oneness with that from
Which it emerges,
Which has its being.
The wisdom placing
Burden upon the creator
Chipping
Away the stone
To what is already
Within,
Brush strokes that
Which is already there,
Open ones self
To ones self.

Break
Fast,
Hear sounds up front,
Silence
Movement back.
Thoughts relating
Presentation
Possible follow-ups.
Place hands,
God, "whose hands do"
Think!
It was in first place?"
We look to shift our focus
To what one can next,
Choice in action
Takes us place to another.
Contemplation to free mind
Enables one
Choose,
Else
The running mind
Will hastily make
Choices
To flurry activity
To keep itself running
As though it were control,
To avoid choice,
We choose to allow it
To dictate its importance
Upon us, we,
Who's mind is use unmastered.
Sows seeds distraction
Gain tyrannical control chaos
And so doing
Becomes confused,
Mind guise brilliance,
The truly brilliant
One
That is clear,
Open light
One!
Who uses it.


Poetry #237

THAT LACK OF VISION

Body lies
There,
Ache here,
Pain,
Numbness,
Mind awake
Moon the dark
Alert thoughts passing,
Eye witness accounts
An artist's rest,
Naught moving yet awake,
Without flight at least
From form,
Somewhere within it,
Unidentified places
Send thoughts through
Unidentified spaces,
And time passes
As thought forms
Detached.
Sent love
Light persist,
Haunting a vacant house,
That know not how
To depart
Some unlived dream,
Toss turn objects about,
Not to cause harm,
Just energy with unknown purpose.
Asked higher sources
To show
Their perfect place created
To move on
To their assigned space.
Here now candles light,
Words make this page,
Passing till sleep comes
To give rest
To renew the next days travel,
To unfold,
Purposes unknown
Toward what ere destiny awaits.

Have courage to do what
Ever to be done and freedom
To choose
To be
What's to be.
Can
Do's
What can do,
That's all!
Pacing over,
Trying successfully to be
Done being
Consumed.
Sit with thoughts running around,
Light up, start,
What's the next step one looks,
Year after year, then?
Come to fore
Come to fore
Do your thing!
Maintenant!! S'il vous plait!
Three candles are drawn.
Look candles unlit
Yet aflame in mind.
Sitting here, sort of, back in there,
Focus out
Fade in
Focus out,
Extend out through limbs
Out into space surround.
As change of hand reflects!
Here now as evidenced
By a subtle thing indeed,
Be even,
Unseen so close we are,
A simple thing
Light candle changes its form,
Surroundings as well.
Hier soir après 'Je ne pas quoi'.

The afternoons played
The evenings of day
Comments then to whom
There and quaked to rest
To be and not where.
The form that is, escape
Left not but drawn within
To what inner outs?
First in smaller text,
That pinched to burst whom?
Slipping through the cracks
It were, the subtle shifts made,
Background crosses,
Speak not non-principle.
Self-motivated within
Framework of own
Extra in film,
Background - looking for 'motivation'
Using props,
Or supplied wardrobe,
Exchanges with others,
Knowing or not,
Presumed as viewed.
The waiting, fussing, doing
Awaits entrance
The stage,
The moments placed to play,
Action back to one,
Given lines
Upgrades.
Stop background in others
Life and
Star in own.
Understanding the nature
In non-reflective terms,
Close ones breath.
Seeing the "fighting ourselves"
At play in a field provided,
Where creativity may take place,
As a stage for writers, crew,
Directors, producers, actors,
Life is,
Seasonings
Paths
To roles played.

Sometimes hot kitchen,
Yet meal prepared,
Often eaten cold,
Out of some motivation
Other than joy of communion,
Of oneness shared.
Alas, the feast would be,
But the scraps sought
By dogs at the door,
And all are fed,
Lest offered cake for bread
Bring wrath upon all.

Location scouts company moves,
New deals, while flocks
Observe and vie for the best seats.
Spoken breath,
Charts made,
Wondering why?
Unfold reflection
See without distant thoughts be,
Can not sight reveal
The simple accepting,
Release the fights?
Each path chosen,
Become one in the end,
Such in its terms
That is...
So much given
That adds fuel
To the flame of insatiable fires
Where separations played,
Adding nothing but accumulations
Of things, as thoughts,
Experience, and "knowledge"
Of all things.
Ha!
Of all things
"Do you hear laughter?"
Morning wrapping scene,
The finger 'having writ' moves on.

Vision goes beyond boundaries time
Including 'now' which is created.
That 'now' is already past
That vision created future
That "lack of vision" would perpetuate.
Vision creates time into which it pops
Existence in all times
Tenses and such always changes
Time therefore,
Implies -
Temporal -
Momentary -
Existence within illusions
Itself permanent.

©2002 - JV Harvey