Remember :: HariHar Khalsa
When I arrived home from our Seattle Minute Movies, Sunday evening, with our new topic, “remember,” for this coming month, I sat down to write brain-storming creative thoughts on “remember.” What came out that night was the poem. I thought this is nice but what am I going to film? The idea came to me to film the poem in beatnik style on a black screen, hard lighting, visible microphone, and black clothing. The black clothing was the next challenge for me because I didn’t own anything black and haven’t my whole life because of personal choices. The color doesn’t fit my lifestyle. While entertaining my sister in law with the sites of Seattle I gathered the necessary props for shooting. Then the fun began.
Am I in darkness or faded light?
Is it fog or the middle of the night?
Struggling struggling movement restricted
Vague oppression weighted twisted
Twirling St Christopher at the end of its chain
Praying for the help that I expect to gain
Looking for something I haven’t found
Hoping its not me buried with a frown
Concentrating, thinking, thinking going to provide
A calmness, a stillness inside
This conclusion delusion, runs as a song
Ringing inside of my head like a gong
Luckily, the Memory Gods have their own Division
Cleaning the De………..bri emerging Vision
I awaken, I remember
Enjoy, Hari Har