Jet Mariano

Tag: poetic photography

  • Living, moving and being

    Along California’s iconic Hwy 101, I captured this moment: a lone jogger silhouetted against the rising sun. I wasn’t the runner—but in that stillness, I remembered that I, too, live, and move, and have my being.

    A day not just lived, but felt.

    A day when the words from Acts 17:28 stirred within me: “For in Him we live, and move, and have our being.”
    I wasn’t chasing the sun—I was waiting for it. But as I framed this stranger in motion, I saw more than a runner. I saw a reflection of all of us: moving forward, unaware we’re part of something eternal. That’s what the lens captured. That’s what I needed to remember.

    On the Edge of Being

    Poem by Jet Mariano

    He ran before the world awoke,
    A silhouette against gold and smoke.
    No music, map, or finish line—
    Just dawn unfolding, pure and fine.

    I stood unseen, lens in hand,
    Still as stone, yet I understand:
    That in his stride was something more—
    A soul in motion, not at war.

    He moved, I watched; we both were free,
    Two lives unfolding by the sea.
    He didn’t know—but I could see—
    That we both live and move… and have our being.

    I wasn’t chasing the sun—I was waiting for it. But as I framed this stranger in motion, I saw more than a runner. I saw a reflection of all of us: moving forward, unaware we’re part of something eternal. That’s what the lens captured. That’s what I needed to remember.

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  • When the Veil Was Thin

    Where moonlight crowns the silence, and thunder humbles the earth—there, I remembered who I was

    When the veil was thin and silence reigned,
    The heavens wept, the earth remained.
    The moon arose in royal grace,
    And time stood still within that place.

    No trumpet called, no chorus sang—
    Just lightning’s whisper and heaven’s clang.
    The rocks bore witness, tall and true,
    That something sacred passed right through.

    I felt it brush against my skin—
    A touch from where all things begin.
    No need for words, nor signs, nor proof…
    The veil was thin—
    and love was truth.

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  • Feelings of Forever

    In the hush of dusk, I remembered forever

    Feelings of forever come so strong,
    They follow like a sacred song.
    Jewels of light along the way,
    Outshining even break of day.

    Calendars of time we knew,
    Now tremble in a brighter view—
    A lamp far fiercer than the sun,
    Where all our years dissolve to one.

    I recall the morning you arose,
    A flame where starlight softly glows.
    Your eyes held truths no words could say,
    A child’s hope that lit our way.

    And as the compass pulled us near,
    I took your hand and drew you clear—
    No vow was sworn, no need to speak,
    Forever touched us—meek to meek.

    And now we lift the veil to understand,
    And reach for who we were, not what we planned.
    To circle back where time began,
    And walk once more where we once ran.

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