Jaris'
Poetry
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stare at me
until your eyes begin to speak
that familiar language of the heart
all those deepest feelings
begin to stir
i remember
vivid memories
of lost moments
times when words could not contain
all that we shared
i need a start
to express my art
just a word, or a look
or a feeling
wrenched from deep within
is how i begin
a story
told through my lover's eyes
a faint surprise
as emotions play on her face
leaving their trace
on the ends of my fingers
exposed memory lingers
long into the darkness of my soul
a song that rings quietly
the tinkling of a bell
that tolls
my truth exposed
a door once closed
now open to reveal
the tender flesh of vulnerability
her eyes conceal
has it been that long
that my eyes no longer see
the delicate movement of the wind
as it brushes across the grass
the subtle play of the passing clouds
constantly changing as they drift along
the tell tale signs of your ever changing awareness
as it brushes across your face
there is so much to be read
when one has a command of the unspoken language
words of the inner knowing
has it been that long
that my ears no longer hear
the truth behind every uttered sound
it is in the simple and the obvious
and cannot be hid
unless i allow it to be
has it been that long
that my mouth no longer speaks
with the delicacy of the wind
with the subtlety of a changing cloud
have i locked up my words
into frozen blocks of ideation
can my face still reveal
the true depth of my being
and can you read it
when i show you
in there
hides a feeling
that resists coaxing
no words can touch
but says so much
when i'm looking closely
i know it's mostly
unreachable
by the inquisitive mind
i inevitably wind up
speechless
groping blindly
for the knob of an unseen door
and, with the uttermost irony
i sense plainly
that i am that door
trying to open itself
a radical tongue
in time
a sabbatical hung
in rhyme
the rhythm of reason
carefully seasoned
for the chosen few
stir the broth
burn the cloth
make it talk
through the walls
it fits
and osmosis commences
as the curtain falls
in bits
of psychosis dementias
unraveling the knot
into pan dimensional being
freeing unimaginably
to a child of the wild
coming home
into its future
the plans laid open
a chapter in living
you have to be giving
the message resounds
unceasingly ringing
in whispered tones
below the threshold
of experience
an untapped reservoir
in rare moments
a bucket will dip
and draw toward the surface
metalogical truth
somewhere
one sits and thinks
wonders loudly about this life
a myriad of visions march by
looming ever larger as they approach
and falling fast into oblivion
over the cliff of truth
some are saved
when on their wings
they fly freely on their own
marvelous and graceful
they dance over one's head
arms begin to flap
longing to raise off the ground
soar into the freedom of sky
but alas
arms are quite inadequate as wings
. . .
we are who we are
and that is that
until we change
and change we must
yes, die
to the old
the integrated becomes
the ascended
climbing one rung at a time
the proverbial ladder to the stars
shining ever more brightly
from the sun
at our center
the vibrations per second
speeds up
as matter and energy
flip flop like computer circuits
manifest/unmanifest
actual/potential
the duality of all existence
mirrors its counterparts
. . .
it's like finding the ultimate answer
going upstream to find the source of the river
the mouth of God speaks
and utters the First Word
the Primal Scream
shouts us into being
and we sense our aliveness
in its totality
the hollow imaginings
of a fiery soul
groping for a glimpse
of the living mystery
the shadows burn
etching deeply
into cerebral scars
fissures carved
from the running river
of inherited perceptions
one climbs the steep bank
examining the erosion
for a hint of history
details of a long forgotten memory
a trail leading back
to the unscathed firmament
where visions remain unsullied
clear as crystals
dancing upon a high mountain lake
a journey back
to living truth
there is a time
when the dance
becomes a story
it is then that i begin to see
th eternal drama
as we struggle
to reach the light of clearer vision
and messages begin to whisper
in a language all their own
each wave of the hand
and tilt of the head
reveals yet another episode
in the mystery of living
the body begins to respond
and is no longer the dancer
but the danced
the dream of our love
burst from its bubble
as the shower of our longing
rained upon our cheeks
two hands clasped
thunderous emotion echoed
and two bodies followed
the contours of love's embrace
i held your face
and for that moment
time slipped into eternity
the holy promise was fulfilled
bestowed upon us
the gift of ourselves
our senses thrilled
we languished in the throes
of a dim memory
of being once before
inside of this love
but where
we could not say
yet feeling so familiar
was puzzling
in a ticklish way
you and i
eye to eye
like the mirror
of a placid pond
reflect back
our mutual depth
and receive
the union of spirit
through our bodies
we come home to God
off in the distance
the sound of a coming train
the signal of departure
like warm weather
in the last days of school
your senses drink the approaching end
it sounds in a distant voice
with another lesson learned
the student spins his chrysalis
and metamorphosizes to the next grade
the sultry summer wind
taunts us to break free
of our stifling cocoon
fly, little gypsy
taste the nectar
of a thousand flowers
experience the fullness of Creation
the freedom of the sky is your home
POETRY
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