mandag den 14. maj 2018

soloist

near sleep already

with a languorous body

except perhaps for one raised hand

in the air like a cat's paw


you're moving nearer

to a universal colour


the sea


through walls of blue


imagining


you in a sea silk gown

a concert soloist dress

hugging your curves

like a soft cello case

like you were a musical instrument

in human shape


rising out of the sea of music

you're a scientist

a soloist trying to find the bass line

in the deep of denim

aqua periwinkle ultramarine


rising out of sound waves

in your silky cello case dress

with a silver bass clef

on your wrist


you're a seeker

knowing there is this

ordering force behind

deep ultramarine

you're listening for true bass blue

in the dolphins' quips


if you find it you know

so much is going to change


waking up you remember

walking through

walls of blue

listening




Vera Kelgart  (with window Lemuria crystal 'Harmony')


fredag den 13. april 2018

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


onsdag den 7. marts 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





torsdag den 25. januar 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


søndag den 31. december 2017

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


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