surveying

when you're walking

getting into a groove

half closing your eyes

moving your feet to the beat

it feels like walking inside your own heart

your bare feet barely touching

the ground

you're sinking deeper

away from everyday

imagining

you in a black t-shirt dress

with classic cap sleeves bateau neck

just simple cool summer cotton

flapping in the breeze

an oversized blackbird's wing

against your sunny legs

you've taken off your sandals

flip-flops made from palm leaves

carrying them in hand

the better to feel the earth move

because this is what you do

surveying energies

feeling the lay of the land

the ley lines and latitudes

with the soul of your feet

lines are drawn all over earth

common and confusing as dreams

you're walking the ethereal routes

the skating figure eights of health

the shapes of alphabets available

to the life force of the earth

you don't really know what you're doing

it's just what needs doing

like a riddle needs solving

your busy feet mapping earth by numbers

you're a blackbird's wing of power

in your t-shirt dress

afterwards

in the light of everyday

feeling fulfilled

having connected

energy and people

transworld

you still don't really know how

but this is what you're doing

surveying

Vera Kelgart  (with cradle 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

cool runner

when night comes

you're letting go of your daytime mind

disruptions discussions

all settling like snowdrift

outside your inner room

feeling right inside yourself

breathing from your beginning

circling into a mandarin sun

vaguely in the shape of a heart

imagining

your mystical twin in his running gear

a mandarin wool sweater

sparkling with joy vitamins

and breathable ultra light pants

dark as midnight

and shoes with ambitious

white velocity stripes

eating the highway

at midnight

your mystical twin six feet tall

white smile on his dark night face

puffing his staccato breath on the earth

blowing it cooler

he's a cool runner

cool as cool can be

running across the globe

riding shortcuts

through the seven seas

cooling the meltdown

back to safety

sprinting or long distance

he can run

destiny down

you're speaking through a thread

in your minds and hearts

your soul night cord without words

he's your soul mate

cool runner

running to cool

but the warm heart beneath his sweater

is a mandarin juicy sun

at midnight

you're leading him

with the back of your daytime mind

down the water highways

he's running in the slipstream

running to cool

your connection

is a spirit cable

at the bottom of the ocean

keeping you together

he's a dream behind your day

your one mind brother

you feel the link subconsciously

submarine

cool runner

running to cool

puffing his balancing breath

across continents

speedy stripes whooshing by

on the waves

you're always keeping track of him

in the back of your daytime mind

but at midnight you're sustaining him

with the mandarin sun sweater

Vera Kelgart  (with smoky rutilated phantom Isis crystal)  2018

holding the gold leaf

on your bed

with your palms upwards

disarmed

your sleepy thoughts following

your median line up over your head

sketching a big imaginary heart

arcs high as rainbows

but rooted in the ground

you're floating

a soft vehicle into the misty

imagining

you in your delicate breezy garments

embracing authentic north

your mind a peaceful jewel

set in a cardigan open

fluffy and flapping

dusty grape violet

knit and purl patterned

purple wool flying

over thin linen layers

grey as the sky

you're drawing your body warmth closer

a heart-shaped leaf of light

muted gold with visible silver veins

nothing is written in stone

there's a plasticity to life

in your hand

you realize

you're holding the gold leaf

full of future

alive with initiative

you realize

you do not need to stand statue still

and so you walk out of the picture

initiating

Vera Kelgart  (with grounding Lemuria crystal) 2017

human spirit

late at night

relaxing completely

dropping your shoulders at last

turning inwards

you assemble your pieces

along your median line

feeling the shape of a heart

around you

emptying your mind's daytime cache

into the grey depths of night

imagining

your mystical twin

speaking to you outside language

her intense eyes locked in yours

dressed in a floaty chiffon kaftan

the palest vanilla yellow

of night fading fast

embellished with blue silk spirals

like whirlpools of water churning

down the front round the neckline

on the wide sleeves and the hem

just above her gold strap sandals

steeped in night

spinning blue silk spirals

she's standing looking into

earth's hidden water

the faraway reservoirs

like she's listening

to water underground

the world's invisible wells

just caring

awaring

the reservoirs renewing themselves

forever fresh and clean

so she's walking her caring route

in her floaty ice cream

glorious daybreak kaftan

listening to deep wells without a sound

caring for hidden sources

of drinking water

with her ear to the ground

her ear adorned with a crystal

drop pearl like clearest water

being still

just holding the idea in her mind

telepathing it to yours

she's water spirit

human spirit

multiplying wells

of drinking water

protected in earth's dark womb

just holding the idea in her mind

and in yours

walking the caring route

her sensibility

feeling water

like a human dowsing rod

her pale vanilla kaftan

moving with her breath

her eyes holding yours

just holding the idea in her mind

and in yours

the power of caring

cleansing the deep cools

ancient and fresh like morning

her sensibility

dressed in daylight

is yours

Vera Kelgart  (with cradle crystal)  2017