Poetry #244

KOMETES APPROACH

Contract homeless,
Carrying mattress
Fire,
Whole homeless
City
Caught fire,
Hair sprayed,
No grey,
Younger look,
Break!
Casting person,
Then others,
Sons and daughters
Famous actors,
Alternate scenes
Extended
Larger awareness
To whole openings,
Change medium,
Dragon's back
Starborn laughs
Prior major turnarounds
Free expressions,
But what steps,
Choices,
Each changes
Empower us
To choose our destiny!
Undoing the past and
Re-ordering the future
By consistent action
In the present.
A tale to follow
Kometes approach
The sun
Trails of light,
Pursue,
Spun off,
It's form
Fall into darkness
Space
Till another
Body attract
Their gaseous state.


Poetry #245

BETWEEN FLICKERS AND WORDS

Hours in garden fields,
End of dream,
I yell ahead when I stopped
To water newly dug plants,
To check the beeper
If the beeper was there,
I heard it the second time,
But not sure where it was.
I had listen closely as I told a story,
We were in a space like being here,
Indoor, and I used analogies to travel from
One plane of consciousness to others,
Describing the differences of impressions,
Relationships,
The views of 'lower' planes
Left in the travel and
Observe from the next ones from others.
Most likely a rather long story
In a way,
From the response given
By the end of it
When I'd been out in
The field and she brought or
Somehow I'd received her impression of it.
Her 'writing' that was truly 'beautiful'
So very simple as a child would.

As I read, it became
In picture form of amazing colors
That glowed with auras,
Around trees, forest, and the oneness
Of life energy ever present,
A view of the 'lower' level
From another level's perspective,
The entire system including each
Of 'levels' travelled,
Again as with a child.
When I was digging flowers,
Plants, just her reward for appreciation
The tearfully sublime understanding
And compassion showed.
I added one more plant
To the pot and noticed how very dry
The soil was,
So we walked toward 'home' location,
I saw water and stopped
To water the potted plants.
Here the beeper,
Not knowing where it was.
There was another pot,
Wider mouth,
But more shallow,
I tried potting the plants in it
To see if it would be a better one
To use and added water,
Adding more the second time,
The soil formed a whirlpool
Being drawn out of the pot through
The hole in the bottom.
Quick I poured plants and soil
Into the other pot,
Except for some left in the one
Pouring from immediately
The plants had dried up and
A seed form had a worm,
A caterpillar like creature eating
Through it which was very shocking.
I was emotionally distraught over it,
Then noted lumps
In the soil of the other pot,
And upon further looking realized
They were seeds
The bulbs from the original plants,
Relieved somewhat
By their presence there.
Unsure what I did with all
At this point,
Found myself walking toward home;
I think the pot
With seeds with me,
Its going to be OK
To grow something that made a feeling
Past the emotional phase of it, and here
Where I heard the beeper sounds,
This time slightly more distant.
I looked ahead and
Were at home,
Now appearing (brick house) home
Of parents from fairly far back in field
Distance small patch of woods
Where rumored grave of ancestor was
To have been located.
I purposefully called out with stage
Resonance voice to check the beeper,
The one who heard,
Told what I'd said and waved,
Even with the distance,
I could hear quite clearly.
They were but a few feet away.

I started phasing in and out here,
The focus,
I had to use the bathroom,
Then came out to kitchen
To the dream candlelight
When appliances and furnace
Were all off and an incredible silence
Filled the air, as well,
Darkness of the space,
Though could see with exceptional
Night vision clarity.
An eerie sense to it,
Close and comforting.
The space perception
Looking through back windows,
A few feet away.
Overlay layers transparent,
Used in animations vision,
Until a screen appeared
That threw a distance into the view
And altered the senses breaking a spell.
Reality shocked into form.
Got water candle and started
Foregoing
The clocks ticking,
Furnace and refrigerator turned on,
Cats visited a bit,
Licked bowls noisily
Before retreating somehow
Knowing that the hour
Would not produce food,
Even if attempted to procure it.
Now, again amazing
How time works, in these few short
Flickers of candle strobe light
In multitudes of thought
Between flickers and words!
Acute sound in the quiet of night,
Neighbors footsteps ear level
The ceiling on top of ones head.
Too slightest movement,
Creaks chair,
Pen on paper seem so loud
Decided to snack on half bagel,
Maya magically appeared at feet and
Cheech as though a jungle
Cat in the shadows looked on
Should food come forth.
All retreated with the closing
Refrigerator door,
Knowing again,
Not the hour,
But just in case.....

Many thoughts that are not yet
Thoughts hovering or passing without
Something to attach themselves,
Perhaps uninvited influences
Just beyond the aura's glow
The glow of the candlelight.
Aware some ever so familiar,
Too much so,
Yet somehow distanced,
Save sounds that may spark them,
Though they'd found some medium
In passing through,
Noises,
Voices of neighbors,
Coughs and words,
A sigh or breath heard,
A pattering or meow.
Occasional visual object on the table
Passing through gives form
Attention for a brief moment.
To retire after initial senses,
Awareness opened to explore,
The closeness as ones own breath
Brings forth the distant
Imaginings that seem existent
Just out of synchronization with time,
Somewhere between the ticking
Clocks and the silence between
The flickers of the flame,
Something not quite there,
Extended senses almost reach it,
But find not the medium to transmit,
Amid feeling a oneness with the unseen,
A silent observer
Who sits quietly within,
The source urges seeking form
Expression, too the unified,
Destiny of the traveled.

Music up there,
Place,
Not unlike,
Brick house parents,
After crash rearrangement disturbed,
Looked together,
Rings certain pages with items
Done by some artist when in Africa,
Last and next,
The first out of Africa
Interjected sense of own work,
Yet at least been in Africa,
Thought other time,
Other person,
The type to bear that out
Looking at stack boxes
That were to go to basement.
Why we go through a lot?
Why attic stairs not used much?
Clearing out things,
Almost too much stuff there or
As though I'd died or something,
At least as though I'd been
Cratchity, irritable over matters,
I look at stuff on this table and
Bottom closet in France,
Things in cabinet, on top,
Creating more by daily needing
A vacation,
I think.
I could go to 'tortz'?
I pinched,
Looked at name on map.
Something on the way to England,
No idea where,
And how place was
And why was
To go for trip away
In the first place.
Frustration over the whole situation.
I realized that something was to be done
About it all,
So letting go emerged,
Resignation, sounded like a good idea.
Clearly awake yet fatigued,
Wash up,
Stay up, away,
Computer monitor dies.
What now!
Restart, no, turn off, try later
Perhaps will work then.
Uranian thing?
Mars or Saturn opposing Neptune?
New computer,
Called lotto
See if funds in yet to do so,
Hadn't arrived,
Perhaps Saturday,
Whatever on this series,
Yes!
Thought of house in France,
Loft studio home New York
I'd go paint a few months!
Trip somewhere different,
India!
Anyway,
Each job,
After other,
Chosen,
Interjection
Regarding charts 12th house
Things apparent that certain results;
Walk into roles
To awards - chosen,
Others arm or leg lost and
Go on still - chosen,
Others difficulties 'fit into' earth system
Or coincidental evade,
But reiterated choice,
Yes!
So - I am
Like all of us
Where we are and within
What have created for self
To learn something!
"Suffer" through,
"Work" through,
The consequences.

Restarted,
Tape deck not work,
Play, relay,
Turn tape; was turned off,
How did it do that?
Turned it on,
Still couldn't work,
Looked and saw and realized
It was CD,
Turn off tape deck,
Push Play on CD,
Now plays!
All of that when
Just pushed button and it played.
Laugh, in a way, at self,
In today's sense more at
Self-criticism for some reason!
Apparently another 'uninvited influence'
To deal with 'error' of thoughts, habit!
Even whole writings
These 'Blank' pages,
A placement not in,
Thought running off with
Some sort of 'stream thought'
That usually run at some level
Concurrent with ones use.
And may actually
Indicate a 'structural' usage
That then effect the general operations!
If so,
Some weeding the garden is
Certainly required.
Then again, looking at how,
Reflectively,
The running mind shows in observations
One recognizes patterns of functioning
Common to the ideas of mind
In the first place.
Now ideas of Intellect beyond
Mind come to fore,
Let alone subconscious happenings
Pause, Stop, Step Back!
The peripheral of ones aura,
The 'uninvited influences'
That would come from the 'shadows'.
The earth's dialog plays with
Accompanying energy forms, ideas.
Walk about the space,
Looking at the space objects
Senses each with touch of grounding Movement,
More distinct focus upon
Level expressions, impressions and
Pyramidic apex base 'blocks' defined,
With sub-blocks strands through.
The web-work image,
Net over the skies of earth,
The points in the net of intersectings and
Ideas of traveling the net,
Through points frame works.
Not unlike then,
The shifts of focus of one's awareness,
Where one is.
Exploring going music,
Sleeping, activities observed,
Participated in, here and there,
The energies aware of 'interpretations'
As movement in dance 'contents' mind?
Creations - aspects - interactive
Virtual realities touts ensemble.

Shadows...when spoke,
Whole room levitated.
Transformed, moments of clarity,
Expanded awareness,
Religious experience-conversions,
That as openings alter the "tone"
One's approach in life,
Opening to the possible,
Altering the past
As discoveries of gems in
Once thought mud pies.
Shadows past reappear
To claim existence
To reinstitute themselves
As the only valid facts
To support,
And in the light of the opening,
One can acknowledge their role and
Place in unfoldment,
Giving them blessing
[light and love]
To depart
To their own perfect place
Being with the message that they too
Were created as, yet are,
Love and light and
Retreat back into the shadows.
Bid them well,
Strengthening opening to light,
The transforming experience,
Reversing this:
'Convert' the shadow to rightness
Of experience,
Or Cursing them to go away as a 'Devil';
Binding the 'pasts',
Shadows to present,
In either case the same,
Strengthening their claim as reality,
Tightening - closing a bit opening
Until you find you have slipped
Back into the shadows self.
Where the light of experience
Comes forth, in the opening,
Where it resides, the moment,
Dream child recognize own child!
Shadows opening:
Stands closer to light, or in midst of light
Shadows come and go
Adding from other approaching
To be radiant rather than
Exchanges in moment point,
Where shadows then
Remaining in light moment
Intent - choice, action - identity,
And what appears on the monitor - screen
Or pops into existence
For the moment in the moment,
That shadowlands seems to be reality
In their changing forms as the flicker's candle
Creates the shadow dancing forms!
What images, dimensions, alternate frames!
Fading pen,
Shadowlands interrupted,
Not continued,
Other activities coming to fore.

©2002 - JV Harvey