joy for people to wear

being a seamstress and designer

you're wondering about this

how to make joy

for people to wear as clothes

sprawling in your armchair

staring at your inner still life

trying to get in the zone

breathing to relax

letting go of matter-of-facts

sinking

into a snowdrift of dreams

imagining

your mystical twin

in a pearly pink parka

protected from the snow

smiling at you from inside

a big starry hood like a cowl

in delicate rose

like the sky at dawn

this special type of parka

is called a sleeping dolphin

shining figure-hugging

with a silver lining

and little starry points

far away in the cowl

you ask her how will I get

this pink of early morning

she says go to the forest

go to the thousands of trees

that’s where you’ll find their aura shining

in the forest

go deep into the forest

scoop the pink up in the grail of your hands

and bring it to the city

you say but the forest

is far away and it may not be deep

if it’s near the city where people live

she says then go to a tree

cup your hands like a grail and make a plea

for the shine of their rose pink aura

you wake up aching from sleeping in the chair

remembering the urgent feeling

go to the forest

go to a tree

get the pink of the dawn

scoop it up in your hands for free

but first you’ll try your hand

at sewing a prototype

a rose pink sleeping dolphin

with a silver lining

and a big starry hood like a cowl

Vera Kelgart  (with crystal ‘Snow Dolphin)  2020

Ariba

under your dreamy duvet

half awake

at the break of early grey pearly day

drawing the curtains over

your physical eyes

looking through your inner window

smiling your body mindful

looking forward

imagining

your mystical twin

a laughing girl on the threshold

with long black hair

dressed in pearly grey silk

like a sky with paling stars

pointillistic

Ariba your sister

she’s way too pale

too mystic

so light in your arms

so light in your sight

like fairy air

in a noisy hot city

on the other side of earth

but unearthly

you’re holding on to her

don’t disappear

Ariba

you can always feel her call

sensing what she needs

Ariba laughing

with braces on her white teeth

much too pearly pale

evaporating from your sight

wait you shout

wait Ariba

it’s vitamin deficiency

I’ll send you oranges

throwing the juicy colour

through the universe

juggling the bouncy fruit

metamorphosing

into a bodily puffy bolero

on her pearly

grey unearthly

silky soul

she’s laughing with her braces

holding hands across the world

you’re always sensing when she needs you

Ariba

always meeting on the threshold

Vera Kelgart  (with tangerine quartz crystal) 2020

standing by the tree

at summer’s beginning

you’re resting on a cool bed

by an open window

outside is your upright flowering

horse chestnut tree

with rose pink blossom candles

feeling fragile

you’re seeking comfort

on the inside of your eyelids

imagining

you going out

swathed in a rose pink cotton kanga

a large rectangle of floral fabric

adorned with sun yellow borders

the exact colour of the inner blossom

standing by the tree you perceive

now is the healing season

the verdant force of Mother Earth

coming in the shape of a heart

pointing upwards

clear green like clean

magic water

a friendly force

just being there

for you to drink with your body

clear green like clean

magic air

a heart-shaped pool

flowering upwards

seeking your body like a lover

filling your empty feelings

reviving the green world

but humans may also tune in

absorbing the verdant force

through their abdomen

or the soles of their feet

just being there

not outgoing but welcoming

Vera Kelgart (with channeling Lemuria crystal)  2020

anchor

seeking your inner room

though you’d rather play outside

softening the light

though you’re hungry for the sun

lying down on your futon

though you long to run

on legs brown and strong

trying to be mindful

but wanting to be physical

wanting to participate

so bad

walking through the door

into dream state

imagining

your mystical twin

a sturdy scuba-diver

strong and smiling sun

while you’re standing in the surf

on your wobbly brown legs

sparkling with water diamonds

in your beach tunic

sky blue ultramarine

you’re streaming a rainbow of flowers

from the blue translucent fabric

sheer as your mind

holding a conch to your heart

so the sea will hear the beat

your mystical twin

he’s lifting you

he’s holding you

while you’re standing in the water

streaming dream flowers from your tunic

sky blue ultramarine

he’s your anchor

he says

you don’t have to be perfect 

to make something perfect

you’ve always felt you were a nereid

but how come

when you can’t even swim

he says

you don’t have to be perfect

to be perfect

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed window Isis crystal ‘Day Queen’)  2020

singing to the body

feeling restless

you’re longing to make a difference with textiles

but how

searching your heart’s horizon

for white sails or splashing whales

sighing

rolling across your bed on your yoga bolster

a small black hankie of silk

soothing your physical eyes

looking into your storage of visual feelings

drifting on dreamy dusk

you suddenly stop -

imagining

your mystical twin

young blond barefoot petite priestess

in a crocheted singlet

and floor-length crocheted lace skirt

all in pale sky blue antique style

her earrings long twinkling tassels

she’s chanting

not a melody but abstract life-giving

metamusic not for the mind

but for the body

she shows you a film

of people spreading in all directions

over rocks and plains

chanting their bodybuilding tones

spreading their song across the land

and out to the sea

your twin is telling you with her mind

what’s happening while she’s singing

we listen to our body’s voice

translate it into freestyle song

adjusting the song to the body’s grid

the soft jewel order

of water nutrients spirit

singing to the body we’re helping our bodies

and our people to keep in good health

and you know in a flash

you can do this

with textiles and colours instead of your voice

because the body needs many songs

to feel loved

the body also needs visual impressions

it’s just another form of chant

it’s just another tonal love song

your mystical twin then gives you

a wrap-around dress fiery red

a big silk chiffon sheet

you could use it like singing to the body

a textile song

swinging big scarves or veils like flags

walking or running on grass or sand

and into the water

people could do this

while you’re still listening

you’re suddenly back on your bed

all alight with this new idea

making big silky sheets

and smaller ones for the kids

but you’ll start with one colour

the colour of your twin’s priestess dress

a pale summer sky blue

but transparent so you can see

the real sky through

for singing to the body with peace

later you’ll find the fiery red silk

the gift from your twin

and make a collection

for singing to the body with passion

Vera Kelgart  (with smoky iron-included Isis elestial crystal)  2020

rise and shine

you’ll try to meditate anyway

even with the alphabet kids

from your workplace still haunting

your brain and heart

stretching out on your bed

trying more fully to breathe

till there’s dark green forest 

behind your eyes

creating your own space

imagining

you standing in a night forest

but it’s a clear night

doodling patterns on your thoughts

your simple dress is loose

woven from cotton and linen

but in the rare sacred colour 

of gold ochre

embroidered tone in tone

you’re not sure you even knew

this colour existed

gold ochre

the gold looking surprisingly bold on you

giving you a feeling of abundance

like you’re possessing inner riches

in the dark green forest

looking around you

walking through tall grass

becoming aware of a movement

in the air like bubbles

flowing from your dress

they seem to be made from gold filigree

but far more ethereal

ascending like miniature spaceships

seeming to emanate

from the gold in your dress

following your thoughts

you’re thinking of the alphabet kids

visualizing their faces

and more gold filigree bubbles

are born and airborne

you know intuitively

they’re teaching materials

but you can’t imagine how

do you need to dream them

for them to exist

or are they symbols to access

in the day world also

will the children be able to see them

or will they just heal something

in their brains and hearts

you’re watching them sailing

high on the waves of morning

then disappear like starships

when day breaks

smiling leaving behind

the shimmering magic morning

you rise and shine

you know you need to learn more

Vera Kelgart  (with smoky window Isis crystal)  2020