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Pools of echoes shimmer on the silent shore as the tide recedes.
Shadows gather in the moonlight to swim with their own reflection.
You thought you heard your name called, but it was only the wind singing, ‘There is no next’.
you are the wind erasing yourself
clouds form and dissolve
you are a story dancing
empty thought dreams
swirling sands
Time, a wind ballet for no one
A thousand shades of sorrow
Slide through colors of joy
Dancing on the edge of midnight within without
this empty breath
weight of darkness sings
Waves falling
cricket-song
Soft breath of the sleeping day
sways to the rhythm of night
Nestled in your shadow
Under autumn leaves
Winter moon
Spies your longing
Unties the ropes of fear
Caverns of echoes
Pour through the ceiling
Coloring your footsteps
Eroding time
No one leads
No one follows
No one is lost
No one is found
This empty breath of no tomorrow
Sings
Ashes of petals
Burnt as they bloom
One breath
Stardust
She wove the horizon in her hair
weeping at the wetness of the sea
falling into sky
Deeper than the bottomless canyon where you lost the sky
Deeper than the fathomless un-named seas where your heart dissolved
On the infinite path to nowhere
you lost your shadow
this unspeakable luminescence burned even someone to have a shadow
Without direction or compass or place to rest
no one weeps
More fragile than a hummingbirds heart
This love that weeps for everyone
Winged garden lies wrapped in
Braided shadows
ropes of twilight
Suspend the day from its slumber
What lies awake, hidden under your sleeping shadow?
day dream night dream
drifting clouds sliding into and through each other
Form and dissolve simultaneously
No where to go or stay
No time to leave
Or arrive
sorrow slides through the night
Recognizes its beauty
Through your light
No one wandered to the edge of the abyss
No one fell
No one returned
She picked up a shell on the shore of the edgeless sea and heard the ancient cry of man’s aloneness.
Love wept and saw her reflection behind the waterfall of time. She danced in the cave of shadows. She found her song on the edge of moonlight, with the waves and the wind and the tides.
Words cannot fill this empty cup
This wall-less room
These footprints that crumble
This broken hourglass
This paper heart unfolds
Sails into its reflection
Words slide off the mirror as you fall through
night weeps silently
words dance through the window
and paint your empty face with tears
Tsunami of love unraveled your story
Loosed the feathers of time
Soaring wingless
Sky in sky
In-folding out-folding
Light in light
There was no one holding your trembling heart
This delicate beauty of flight
You are this flowing tone poem rippling through itself in infinite shades of wonder, through this seamless kiss of joy.
Down through the tree canopy
One leaf drifts and tumbles
Ripping ribbons of sunset
wake-less trails that lost the horizon
Love’s broken mirrors weave themselves into my dreamscape of jewels
ever flowing
ever weeping
this intimacy of words that sing of wordlessness
Empty tide
Shower of moon
Frozen landscape
Bleeds
He sewed her shoes into the dream
But they held no shadow
Nor light.
Like forgotten kisses
She was never there.
Ocean reflects the sandcastles
Tumbling into its shimmering.
Endless sky feasts on its reflection
In your beautiful beautiful eyes.
Though you live
Your death is already part of me.
The river called my name and I saw myself painted in watercolor tears flowing through me in me as me.
Reflections of reflections see themselves, echoes of echoes hear themselves in this call and answer love song that paints my empty face with sky in sky
I am the flowing waters and it’s reflection in your eyes. I cannot find myself without you.
Love and beauty see themselves through our beautiful beautiful eyes.
Although living,
Death is a most beautiful part of me.
This utter heartbreakingly sublime brief window through which life feels its own aliveness. I am the sad and beautiful preciousness of the taste of taste. I am the eyes through which love and beauty enter the universe.
water echoes your name
In light in dark
ripples leave no imprint
burnt as soon as your song begins
drowned in your own reflection
How marvelous that the brain can create castles out of thought and an imaginary person who lives there and wants to escape.
But love is also made up and does not exist outside of the dream
There is no outside.
It’s not that everything arises from nothing or nothing from everything. Nothing and everything arise simultaneously in the thought stream.
Not one without, or the source of another.
There is not even nothing under or behind or outside or prior to thought, as behind, under, outside and prior are thought created.
Unspeakably marvelous this thought dream that we are.
You want me to be nice. I am surrounded by seekers. I watch as so called teachers like Adya tell them to give up their story. I watch as people like Tolle tell them to be in the now. I see quite clearly how this perpetuates the painful illusion of separation and I feel their pain. And you know what? I never say a thing.
But here on Facebook I do. If you want nice and safe you better block me and leave rainbows. I am a sage and I have no song without seekers. Enlightenment is Not about feeling safe or being nice.
I don’t see anyone including myself as being the instigators of thought feeling belief or action. I don’t see any of this as being wrong or right. I am simply attempting to describe what this is like
Knowing I cannot.
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