Christmas walking

the stars are out already

it’s getting dark so early

you’re reaching for a pillow

falling on your bed

closing your eyes

sensing an energy heart

drawn around you with a light pen

just like scribbling on the night sky

with a shooting star

arranging your body into savasana

imagining

you in an outsized orange

that’s your first impression

but of course it’s a ballooning puffer

a jacket made from recycled polyester

and some soft angel feathers

so you have to smile

resting like a healthy baby

in a puffy papoose

like an embrace

your arms tyre-like voluminous

but then you’re just walking

the streets of the dark city

spreading this mandarin winter’s grin

like vitamins

everybody’s pointing and smiling

everybody’s reaching for

this pret-a-porter

joy in the air

in a sense you’re Christmas walking

enlightening them

about gifts to come

waking some time later

you know you want to wear

that orange puffer jacket

in the darkest stretch of winter

under shooting stars

you want to carry joy and share it

in the streets of winter

spreading it like shooting stars

feelig a rush of good health

you’re jumping up to prepare

a hot meal for yourself

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed Isis crystal ‘Astra’) 

galaxy girl

feeling the earth carrying your weight

deep beneath

the bed

the floor

the house

trusting the earth with yourself

getting a little bit lighter while

breathing light

floating on a stream of consciousness

close to the coast of sleep

gone for a moment

then

imagining

your mystical twin

a galaxy girl you’re told

dressed in the deep hue called midnight

not black not blue

the universe is her maxi coat

her turned up collar star-struck

her shoulders and sleeves criss-crossed

by trailing comets

the highways of heaven running

down her universal coat

she says the stars are the answer

I’m running a star train bringing

the lights of night

to earth as ideas

for solutions

you can read them by numbers she says

in the great constellations

her colour is your long-lost

colour of inspiration

midnight

to wear it you must be rooted

in the universe not in earth

so mostly you gave up and chose

navy or black

you’re sensing she’s genuine

a real starlink

smiling at you with bristling hair

scrunched up on top of her head

with an asteroid belt

but her soft teenage features

defenceless her rosy-cheeked bloom

paling in earth’s early morning

afraid she’ll fade

you’re getting the message

she needs the company

of teens like herself

earth children boisterous

benign but without

her delicacy

you say come with me

I’ll facilitate

come and meet the earth kids that care

then you fall asleep

in the morning you decide

to go back to teaching

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed Isis crystal ‘Astra’)  2019

human dolphin

near sleep

sensing you’re by the sea

with limbs and breath sun-soaked

feeling the sun on your eyelids

warming through your mind

filling your lungs

expanding

exhaling

a tall auric heart rising

above your resting form

fragments of thoughts fading

into shades of nourishing dreams

imagining

your mystical twin

dressed in the sea and his golden heart

speeding through the surf

with sunshiny eyes smiling

from another realm angelic

both human and delphinic

sky and ocean uniting

to build him a puff-sleeved

jumbo joy of life spacesuit

for use in the sea blue

sparkling non-plastic

biodegradable

idealistic

dazzling and jumping

he’s guiding you along

the longitude of waves

pushing you gently

performing his water show

to keep your spirits high

coming to the rescue

a psychic paramedic

listening assessing

your need for help and guidance

the two of you can talk

sea-speak marine

quirky dolphin thoughts

received by the outer reaches

of each other’s mind

this is your wavelength

you can always tune in

he’ll bring you safely to land

coming to the rescue

bringing love and friendship

thalassic compassion

in his sparkling dolphin smile

you wake up feeling protected

by a human dolphin

there’s an image

before your inner eye

of a big light shining

through his white cotton t-shirt

his golden helper’s heart

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed double dolphin crystal)  2019

Sophia

alone

missing a mirroring friend

you lie down under your duvet

like under water

under the weather

looking out the dark

square of window

lost in thought

sinking back

breathing to relax

feeling behind your eyelids

snowflakes soft as feathers

falling on your tensions

loosening up

feeling warmth in your heart

keeping your cool

imagining

your mystical twin

a sturdy girl with black pageboy hair

cheekbones and dimples

in a silver silky bodysuit

speckled like sealskin

wisdom’s wetsuit

she’s Sophia of the seals

swimming like the world soul

women used to take up their sealskin

women used to take to the sea

wisdom of ambience

swimming in icy water

her strong muscles visible

beneath the backless strapless

part shamanic part

partygoing skin

listening to the seals speaking

wisdom of ambiguity

her thoughts visible

inside her clear mind

brilliant brainchildren

ready to be born

you don’t need to be amphibious

but the fact of her is freeing

your dream of her is keeping

her up like salt water

Vera Kelgart  (with dendritic inner child Isis crystal 'Viriditas)  2019

true diversity

seeking the coolness of your bed

in the dreamy evening

sinking

softening your mind

stretching your body

breathing

following the long-distance song

of a blackbird moving further

into the dreamy

imagining

you in a pyramidal kaftan

fashioned from pineapple

yellow pyramid pinnacles

some of them upside down

this colour called pineapple sun

is your geometric yellow

rising from your heart like spirit

then touching down

a wearable spaceship

this kaftan is your free solar laughter

your innate talent

true diversity

mobilizing all the helping hands

of the universe

to and from humanity

your kaftan is friendship

time can’t really touch you

Vera Kelgart  (with cathedral crystal ‘Oceanic’)  2019

soul reuniting

closing your eyes lightly

relaxing into darkness

taking care

feeling warm

falling into half-sleep

wide awake

feeling the shape of your heart

like arms protecting you

imagining

you in a fantasy yoga outfit

with bell-bottom pants a fabric

of blue-green waves moving

around your feet

at your waist a thin gold belt

you're told it's real gold

for soul reuniting

sitting in the lotus padmasana

with your fingers positioned

in gyan mudra perfection

together with a group of morning people

fresh from sleep in a room of wood

and glass in the middle

of glorious nature

all around you are tall fir trees

and the sound of water streaming

through white crusts of snow

you're moving in time and coordination

with your morning mates

exchanging your breath in peace the ocean

is in the air

and you're all together

but you've still got a room of your own

in the mind of the forest

your training suit is so light

you never even feel the belt of gold

around your breath

and only see never feel

blue waves moving

around your feet

your body is thriving with the asanas

gladly showing what it can do

flexing your muscles with just the right power

easy and free and in peace

with just the necessary moves

of your mind

you hardly know the morning people

but you're part of each other

inside this ship of heaven and earth

breathing blue air from fir trees

like you were a lung shared

but suddenly

outside the panorama window

there's a small cat looking in

looking at you

and you remember

why you took up soul reuniting

initially

love comes running

you jump out of your position

and go to the wall of glass

you place your hand on it

and the small cat

puts a paw on it

from the outside

you hurry out in the cold

you take the cat in your arms

whispering I love you

I love you

small paws resting on your arm

so softly confidently

you've been searching for the small cat

and now you've found each other

you grab your white yoga sweater

wrap it around the two of you

Vera Kelgart  (with cathedral crystal 'Oceanic')  2019

reality guide

people call you a dreamer

but you feel yourself drawn

to reality

so now you want to know

is your perception of reality real

or is it a dream

your nightshirt is grey

as the dimming day

grey as summer rain

but a summer storm of blossom

is whirling from your shoulder

you don't recognize them

just flowers of shadow

flowers of sleep

making yourself comfortable

with blankets and puffy pillows

letting your legs and arms fall

your fists uncurl

your mind unwind

imagining

your mystical twin

jumping onto the scene

in taekwondo training pants

and a shirt sporting tigers bouncing

tiger lilies bursting

he's Asian sweet and smart

and full of mischief

he asks you to follow him at work

as a reality explorer

he invites you to go climbing

the nearly invisible

rocks of reality

you're treading with care

with your espadrilled feet

reality seems to be transparent

interconnecting floors and stairs

but you know you can show it

know you can know it

stepping on steps

you know you can love it

getting a grip

you can be a reality guide

there'll be floors and doors

and you'll put your foot down

reality

may be invisible to the touch

but the flowers on your shirt

are bougainvilleas

and you're getting a whiff

of deep sounding red

the passion for life

Vera Kelgart  (with chlorite included Isis elestial crystal) 2019