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Under the Radar
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Softening their intelligence
they meandered
through the maps of their minds
transparent as water and air.
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While walking deftly
under the ladders of hierarchy
They circumnavigated
the solid grid of references
unwinding the edges of illusion.
The flight of their passions
exploring the complexities,
of new insight.
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Their cadence syncopated
by raindrops and birdcalls,
they resonated as bells ringing
weathering the storms
of this new vulnerability.
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Each of their words
now flesh of their hearts
their ageless spirits
carrying loss
as kites in the wind.
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While planting bright seeds
in fecund dust
Where some may grow
under the radar.
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I often consider that poems are like messages in a bottle washing up on the shore….whether a new poetic reflection or an older contemplation returning.
This one is an older poem, but its contemplative energy remains ageless for me, a reminder and impetus for the coming new year.
There is a “layer of being” I address here. It is a prayer encompassing the word
“WITH”
and the verb words
“We ARE…WE ARE….WE ARE”
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Painting and poem © Jana White
Instagram @ Jana_h_White
The Poetics of Light 
Beautiful poem, Jana. I like the way you let intelligence soften and become “transparent as water and air,” and tune it to raindrops and birdcalls —it creates a feeling of living more aware of the music of the world. The idea of carrying loss “as kites in the wind” hits perfectly. This feels like a needed blessing for a new year. Wishing you a ’26 of peace.
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Ah Dalo…. it must be in the air! You writing about your relationship with Zorba in the Dolomite. It reminds me of Hafiz’s with his Beloved, Siddhartha with his murmuring river. It definitely keeps it real…these “nudges”. Thank you for the kindly words. I wish you bright insight along the trail you and Zorba are following. Cheers!
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