Jaris'
Poetry
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I see you and I
as eagles
at home in the sky
soaring at altitudes
that reveal the breathless wonder
of majestic landscapes
unseen by the many
who traverse the well-trodden paths
we glide on the currents
that drift by the pinnacles
of Nature's boundaries
in the bluish mist
that enshrouds the mystery
of the ends of the earth
I look up and watch
the silence of an eagle
gently soaring
in the far-off distance
fading into a pinpoint
in the unencumbered enormity
of an endless sky
get close
get closer
move in
a movie in color
splashed across my vision
spilling secrets
whispered on the clouds
drawing me near
to get close
get closer still
and peer into the great mystery
of really being alive
and not afraid to feel
every twinge of challenge
that allows me opportunity
to respond fully
fairly and freely
not afraid to feel
every twinge of emotion
that passes between bodies
like unheard signals
from some faraway tower
broadcasting its intentions
I get close
closer still
and listen in
to what gets picked up
by my receiver
I'm tuning in to vibrations
subtle movements
that tell me stories
I'm reading chapters on living
digging through the pages
of personal preference
walking through volumes
of emotional interaction
reading between the lines
to get even closer
to the truth of why
why we feel so many ways
I think, perhaps
that we're all only trying
to get closer
the value of resonance
of tuning in
tying into one another
like strands of rope
woven into a loose fabric
a social harmonic matrix
like the monodrone
of summer crickets
and in the distance
thundering drums
these all blend into the silence
of dewdrops waiting
on the edges of leaves
sun creeping through tall maples
energy poised before the dance
of transformation
happening before me
tapping into pulsating rhythms
that connect living systems
into a loosely woven fabric
upon a frame of integration
for the world to sit upon
and relax
the song of life
is alive here
it sings in the cicadas
and bellows in the urgency
of a small child's voice
and thunders still
in beating drums
the jagged-edged syncopations
in primal rhythmic counterpoint
echoing the interplay
of the living subsystems
of this organic whole
we are but strands
inside this matrix of life
in this loosely woven fabric
we have oscillating periodicities
like waves rolling to shore
or musical notes
vibrating through airspace
life is nothing
if not a dance of rhythm
the ebb and flow
of biorhythmic tides
moving through diurnal cycles
and solar seasons
in a never-ending procession
of weaving lines
dancing their way
through infinities
and into the fabric
of loose-knit affiliations
spiral
growth curve
into life
exponential
reach into
infinity
going 
back to the womb
the roots of the earth
reaching for the nourishment
of life-giving waters
the blessed sustenance
that feeds us
and rains upon our cheeks
with torrid emotional outpours
upon the body of this land
to erode mountains of logic
thrust forth
from the bosom of humanity
long ago
where we look into the tapestry
of the cosmos
and unravel the threads of time
the silver cord of existence
like the path of a planet
spiraling through
our three dimensional view
to expose the lattice
upon which we hang
Fibonacci's insight
into
reality transformation principles
this is how it's done
I nearly forgot
the inspiration of changing scenery
and a road at my feet
beckoning my adventurous spirit
like cold lemonade
on a hot July day
I can taste the excitement
sweet upon my tongue
as the air blows by
on the way over the next ridge
part of me gets carried away
with the wind
I soar with ease
like a flower petal
caught in the current
and my feet drift
to show me the wanderer
I really am
POETRY
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