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

bridging

at your day's end

you let yourself sink into

soft duvets and plaids

near a dark window

ajar to the universe

on the verge of sleep

an energy fountain starts playing

up through your body cascading

over your head and down to a point

under your feet

you're near a dream realm

imagining

you in the air

spanning the space between shores

cloaked in a cloud of orange organza

part figure-shaping shift

part ethereal fabric

flapping winglike

you're a sylph

airborne

your dress has tendrils

lifting you high above the water

spanning from shore to shore

from stance to stance

you're orange art nouveau

bridging from point of view

to point of view

your passion for peace reaching

like soul fabric between factions

bridging across the dissonance

your style succeeds in evoking

smiles and second thoughts

in your sleep you too are smiling

holding on to your orange organza

pondering this organzational wonder

all day long you were trying

to build a bridge

waking up

shaking it off

you're realizing

you are the bridge

Vera Kelgart  (with channeling Lemuria crystal ) 2019

essentializing

not usually able to relax

flat on your bed with your palms up

you're ready to let go

or maybe take flight

whole body still like a dreaming statue

mind emptying out

refilling with green leaves

floating through a sketched portal

of dreams

imagining

your mystical twin

in hugging dark jeans

with a bark-like texture

and a green shirt rustling

like leaves when he moves

standing inside a green tree

bearing little globes perfect

small gold spheres

the tree with your twin standing

on a square meter soil inside

a circle in the middle of the zapping

rush-hour traffic

on an island somehow connected

to like-minded people of all races

sexes ages worldwide likewise

standing on traffic islets

in trees bearing globes of gold

they're all shining

without explanations you're intuiting

that what's being done here

is essentializing

these working mystics extracting

the essence from life's traffic

helping the world tree fruiting

your mystical twin

he's lightly touching your hand

a finger reaching a finger

initiating

you into essentializing

you sit up with a start

startled

searching your mind and your wardrobe

do you even own those essentials

trying to recall the feel

of essentializing

you're thinking denim and silk

from the past you retrieve

a pair of working day jeans

and from the future you conjure

a peace silk shirt rustling green

never worn only seen in your dream

hoping to harvest a small globe of gold

how to teach algebra

to recalcitrant students

Vera Kelgart  (with self-healed crystal 'Ichthys')  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