Poetry #260

TRUST TO BE

Courage to go
Through the fire.
Quiet within
The center of the fire,
Watchful.
Trails of light follow
Where one goes.
Turning not to see
If the trails keep up,
The blazer moves forth
Into the darkness,
Shedding light upon the unknowns.
How does it feel to sit on a lotus pad?
Picture portal entrance
And exit in another place.
Roll play
A visitor to your site.
Spiritwalker,
Sit quietly within,
Observer,
Not try to control.
Experience participant
Recall thru time
The form visited.
Seeing self scene on the stage,
Looking down [in].
Seeing scene with spiritwalker,
Injury, rescue relationships,
Received through life visited.
Knowing the past which they speculate
Discovering the future which they know.

The return joining beyond
The forms' spirit in both
Library of life
In times visited,
Site,
Compelling reason to exist.
The city is a grain of sand
Filled with cardboard cutouts
Amidst concrete forms,
Flowers grow,
And a spark flame ignites
The cardboard
And emerges to living gasses
Around the fire
Release spirit within.
Ope'd contract,
Reacts to the external
Thought trails of light react,
Would snuff the spark
That gives them life.
Life has not, but feigns,
The joy that living does.
Living, being,
Life animated,
Vigor, vim.
Verb 'be' defective,
Needs
Missing parts supplied
By am, is, are, was, were,
[art, wast, wert].
Archaic timeframes the silent one
Within there,
The light that animates
The form that appears around it
Contains it not.
I am.

Cathedral, atop,
Discussed
Frescos wall
Roof looking over dome,
Lay on stone,
Not sure what talked about,
To say,
We spoke.
Now pacing brushes
Past atop table against legs,
Seven thrice smokes extinguished,
Brushed again.
Last saw clock early,
Somewhere building
Brush
Sit corner
Golden glow.
Back window blinds,
Rang apology other end,
To answer back,
To after thought,
Position on floor, on table
Brush
Another thought - to yesterday,
Evening, night, morning early today,
Noises returning words,
Toys play in the head,
Reminded too chant,
Walking meditation,
To release thoughts,
Their essence that would bind
Endless circles,
Spirals become freedoms
Rung from
Cathedral tops,
Not sounds of bells
But quietness still
Air arises to descend
The stair.

Amazing time flight
Sit apparently off in thought, or drifting -
Upon page or other 'grounding' vehicles,
'Letting Go' need to be in control.
Earthly concerns,
Tonight a new moon
Begin another cycle,
The first in the new year
Letting go!
Trust to be
What is and will be,
Passes a day at a time as all
Days do and all
Things must.
It is most likely to rest a bit now
Before proceed the day.


Poetry #261

A QUIET REFLECTIVENESS

Minutes ago
An extended state
Dreaming many episodes
Very different scenes, locations,
Times,
Waking easily
Slipping into another
Dream state...
Slice apple eaten,
Seeing who's
Where,
Drifting thoughts here and there,
Wonder what's
The flow
That shows
Itself as it is.
Music encompassing space,
Sunday appears
A quiet reflectiveness.
Late night
Film watching,
Retired around four or so.
One seems
To have found
Excitement in
The web,
Learning it's possibilities,
Explorations,
And attentions
Drawn.
Jack-in-the-box,
Jack-out-of-the-box.
The boxing in - oneself
In 'life' as beliefs build boxes.

©2002 - JV Harvey