Poetry #250

ALL AT ONE PLAY

Bed not slept,
Wake much the state seen
Then a dream from which stirs
Awaken
Applying thus ideas unified
From dream's places, things,
People, and symbols be all,
Then look at what one sees
With wakefulness
To interpret dreams,
Symbols and all
Becomes
Describing what is seen
Slipping into observer
Oneself within.
Here then is nights
Silence candlelight
Where shadows play.
Too why
Forms take on meanings,
Oft different
In different dreams,
That seem much the same,
When in 'retrospect' viewed
That brings the seeming same.
Not unlike the person being
Not the same a moment before,
Observing it change
The observer's being
From a place seeing the dream.
Synthesis perspective
Then in it,
The dream, and not of it,
The observer.

The statement that "one need not drugs,"
We all are on a trip anyway;
Life's sojourn.
The sense observer
The magic of life's dream
The altered state
Within the dream;
Life state
Consciousness dreamer
Awake awakening
More awake.
The 'acting' exercise,
One describes an object,
One's view,
Brings forth awareness
How one sees one's qualities.
In such may choose
It's shifts and in a "flash"
Then what's in the moment seen
Then, which is now,
The point.
Fine tuning adjustments,
Intent responses;
Though each much the same,
Perspectives of it,
Altered be it,
Who's adjustments made.

Such dilemma, choice,
To perhaps
Learns to master,
Response.
Thus then works in progress
The 'fine tuning' in reference
To the written sent;
From 'be advised'
To 'in fact, in that case,'
And rather than 'fighting' change
Merely the process of change itself.
Even though already seen
In one's awareness in it or of it,
In it, a slight 'altered state' in the form
It takes that brings potential
That form response,
Or at least whatever it takes,
Then viewed likewise an 'altered state form,'
That then by its nature draws near,
Nearer be, the term unified.
All as one at play
Then as such
"The moving finger
Having writ
Moves on
To bed. "


Poetry #251

EXTINGUISHED GLASS

It seems a piercing head-ache
Wipes out all else
Before itself is wiped out.
Some candle's light
Retreats to shadows
From which it came.
I think I am, as before
Wondering,
If ever I'd be.
Quiet air beats the drums,
Save the sounds,
Electrically run appliances,
Uranian things.
Imagine an eighth or ninth
Picean Moon and the Sun in
The degree of setting
Though not yet done.
Seemed much longer
Than its been.
I'd look,
I'm yet in bed,
Now, that would be fun!
Not appear
When awakened
If I come to read and find
Not a visitor to my pages,
Life proceeds a pace, a space,
The cats surely think
They'll be fed at this hour,
Their rituals have begun.
I've been reading illusions,
I've imagined
A past different than the one
That has found me here
To see where here might be,
Tells me it is my own thoughts
Led me to these experiences be.
What ere,
Tis said,
All for the best
And the bests
Yet to be!
In the forgotten realm
Before the accepted tasks
To learn
To have fun and
To return,
Again.
Sitting still and seeing
The flickering flame dual,
Two that is,
As one light upon the page.
Sounds above often late at night
Early morn
Seeks one in life unity
That life itself rejects,
Else,
It's illusion,
Vanish with,
It's paradox formed.
Another glass
Water consumed
And one thinks
What one does
Noted replies 'Time' again,
To dream anew,
How many times,
Whom can count nor be concerned?
Nere the less,
Always more
Than the one
One is in
Til one is in
It no more.
Then,
Peace be still.
A little orange juice,
Why not?
Another cigarette too,
It's lit.
Another chance
One's imaginings
To catch up to one's self,
Or slow down
To meet on the path,
Coming or goings
Here to there or there to here,
Whichever reasons not to wit,
But briefly lit
To a puff of smoke
That dances in a moment
To the flickered flame's light.
Extinguished glass
Water by the bed,
Rest some more
Cats not fed this time
We are all free
To do whatever,
We want to do.

©2002 - JV Harvey