gospel of small steps

horisontal in the shade

barely existing

longing to be vertical and busy

on sunny planet Earth

you can’t lift an arm to seize

you can’t lift a leg to flee

still

dreaming is possible

so you close your physical eyes

hoping to see with your second sight

imagining

your mystical twin

a strength coach from Heaven

teaching a gospel

of small steps in the sun

healing the broken people

teaching the gentlest exercises

to the crushed

just one small movement of one finger

then another small movement building on the first

your strength coach is flourishing

alive in spirit and body

but like a statue serene

his biceps sculpted

his man bun blond and sweaty

in black t-shirt and red boxers black-dotted

he’s like a friendly masculine

ladybird in flight

in the sun

yesterday you couldn’t move a foot

today you can move one foot a little

tomorrow you can move both feet a little

maybe

in a few weeks you’ll try walking

Vera Kelgart  (with Herkimer diamond ‘Heart’)  2022

chiffon of youth

where is your turquoise dress?

trying to remember the last time you wore it or even saw it

fastening the elusive fabric to your inner eye

the fabric your dreams were made of

halfway into sleep

scanning your life’s horizon

for the blue-green Morse code signal

going to your own place

your own beach where you used to wear it

the chiffon of youth

the sand of sleep is giving

there’s a bright distant sound

you’re sinking

imagining

a horizontal rainbow on the beach

you running along the sections of colour

and in the room of orange-red

is your turquoise chiffon of youth

to retrieve it you need to walk through

so you do

there’s a vibrant sound soaring

it’s turquoise in the sky above

the fiery red rowan

waking at 2 a.m.

you want to learn to play the saxophone

Vera Kelgart   (with timelink Isis crystal Sophia Sophia) 2021

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

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

priestess of alone

snow is falling

you turn away from the window

turning inward

sinking down on your futon

snuggling under your duvet

still seeing snowflakes sailing

through the dark behind your eyelids

letting yourself drift like a snowflake

drawing a heart around yourself

with an inner light pen

imagining

your mystical twin

in a dark blue denim mini

with the roomy sky-blue pockets

of a fantasist mechanic

or a goddess

moonbooted

she's standing alone in the dark

snow is falling

with the bright lighted windows

of the high-rise in the background

she's the priestess of alone

standing solid in the air

with her hands lifted

catching the snowflakes

bearing them as gifts

for the gifted

time was

you were a lonely child

seeing through the surface

of the consensual world

but now it's time

you're still standing

in your soul's dark blue denim

you're not really alone anymore

and you've got so much to give

to the gifted

the universe is singing

come on lights alone

come together

bring your lights along

bring it on

together

your mystical twin

she's handing you a silky cardigan

hibiscus red

against the cold

Vera Kelgart  (with key Isis crystal 'Shamana')  2019

shaping peace

early morning tired

didn't sleep enough

you want to stay a bit longer

in the baby carrier of night

make yourself return to yourself

the sleepy girl in the bed

curling up under your duvet

closing your eyes again

slipping inside

fading night

imagining

you younger

in a red silk princess dress

sprinkled with ladybird spots

there's a place

a place far away

you used to sleep on the roof

near the upside down bowl of heaven

ultramarine indigo turquoise blue

pierced with stars

being little

mum and dad carrying you

the blue pyjamas you remember

but in the daytime

did you really jump about

like a red silk butterfly

tutu swirling around your brown legs

now everybody's asking you

what do you want to do

you're good at languages

good at maths

you care for people

but most of all you want

to return to that roof

want to shape smooth

ultramarine turquoise indigo

bowls out of the firmament

shaping peace in blue containers

small domes made from glazed clay

or braided from soft textiles

smooth and rounded

as safe sleep on a roof

with mum and dad carrying you

and other sleepers breathing

safe wavelengths in the night

the red silk princess dress

may not be a real memory

but your original blueprint

or it may be the future you

a sibyl enfolded in red silk

holding blue earth in your hands

like a crystal ball

passionate peace incarnate

you come walking

red silk swirling

converting

all armies to armistice

sibyl swathed in red silk

speaking to warriors

turning them to peace

while your hands are shaping blue

into heavenly bowls for people

to catch their own stars

feeling energized by this image

you jump out of bed

hurry to school

listening to music

Vera Kelgart  (with fairy frost crystal)  2018

mountain mama

preparing to daydream

curling up in your soft chair

releasing stress with your outbreath

filling your mind with clear air

feeling at home

in your own sweet body

safe and protected

in a heart-shaped green light

of the mind

catching the start of a film

imagining

your mystical twin

a girl in a poppy red coat dress

folk costume like

embroidered with luxuriant flowers

pearls and tassels the same fiery red

over creased grenadine red trousers

and rose red laced boots

her long black hair satin straight

her pale princess profile calmly alert

looking towards the mountains

for everything's coming from the mountains

gathering kids from the village around her

she's telling them tales

reading aloud from a spelling book

nursing their green intellects

feeding them the milk of human attachment

but always aware of the horizon

for everything's coming over the mountains

she's young

but in reality

mountain mama

caring for the future

will she be needing you

is your question

yes

she'll need you to be aware of her

to be seen by you will strengthen her

courage endurance stamina

staying power forever

you'll feed her the milk of human attachment

the strongest tie

is from heart to heart

like a rose red silk sash

of the mind

you wake up wanting to paint her

but for this you'll need another colour

the fiery red of not knowing

Vera Kelgart  (with record keeper Isis crystal)  2018