Falling Mountain Echo

Falling mountain echo 

Dissolves in the canyon 

Love 

A kiss of shadows 

Streaming through each other 

Always a perfect fit 

Real 

Unreal 

This kiss of no tomorrow 

From the inside 

From the outside 

Death dissolves all sides 

Looking out 

Looking in 

Light pouring through light 

Space into space 

Emptiness into emptiness 

No things to grasp

Leaves no grasper 

Time an illusion 

The morning glory sings

skin blood bones rocks

under the roots 

more roots

mountain spills into the valley

words paint this song of empty shadows

that no one wears

Full moon

Tugs the tides

Tugs my heart

I cannot pluck its beauty from the shadows

No one can point to what is not 

There are no empty hands

Or fingers pointing

Mystery another name to try to hold the ocean

That lies beneath this breath

Under the stillness

Not even nothing

Unadorned radiance

Blooms

We are the petals

Wilting

Supreme vast spaciousness 

Without time or non time 

Without space or emptiness

Without direction or non direction 

Without movement or non movement 

Without ending or beginning  

Without emptiness or fullness.

There is no emptiness that can be filled,

Nor fullness that need be emptied.

Nothing need be done,

Nothing can be done.

There is no path and no one to follow, 

No one to arrive and no goal to reach.

No ground and no one to fall. 

No wisdom to attain,

Or ignorance to lose.

There is no one to be confused or non confused.

It cannot be grasped as you are not separate from it

There is no separation,

No separate things or events can be found.

Looking for it seems to push it away.

It is intuited and need not and cannot be understood.

Always on 

Stillness 

Weaving and unweaving the hem of her empty dress 

Tattered dreams that no one wore 

Strolling through the canyon of silent footfalls crumbling 

Between everything and nothing tendrils of emptiness weave sound into shadow, light into echoes that no one find.  Beautifully woven light dreams of endless seas and edgeless skies kiss as we sit on a fallen tree in the summer sun.  I lost myself on the path to nowhere and found us dancing down the timeless empty streets of mind. Color and light and form seem to appear, yet they are empty of meaning or non meaning. 

She reached in the dark places where no one lived and found flowers in the dirt. 

Growing towards the light and wilting in this empty love song that thrums thrums thrums through her heart.  This is beautiful she whispered, to no one, to everyone, to her own reflection that has always been dancing with death.  Drowned in your own darkness, love is finding you can breathe underwater.

Overtones and undertones reverberate into this heart song that sings itself.  You can hear it always in the ease of life feeling it’s own aliveness through you. Light and shadow need each other to twist and twine and flow through the embrace of never forever.  Time, a beautiful day dream that gives you a seat on the train to your own demise.  Knowing love is as real as tomorrow you find yourself weeping, how beautiful the sunset as it echoes your name.  

Beauty a name for what seems to slaughter us with its very un-graspable impermanence.  Yet we are the beauty, we are the dance twirling down the Grand Canyon of love. 

All by itself life sings and dances a love song of one of two of many of none.  How or why is no longer asked.  It’s the unknowing that whooshed into the whoosh and was recognized as the most precious jewel. 

The soft kiss of no tomorrow 

Slaughtered me with unbearable beauty

As though there were someone to let go...

Or hold on to the day

The beauty of life just as it seems to appear 

The uncaptureabilty 

The unfigureoutability 

The knowing of utter impermanence....

That life does itself 

Effortless 

It’s the fluidity 

The edgeless-ness 

That wows 

Lassos of sky cannot consume blue 

Push and pull of tides 

Naked cliffs 

Wind and sun 

Fall into the sea

Horizons never reached 

Inside has no place 

Outside no lines 

Ever present all encompassing aliveness 

Brief 

Tenderness blossoms 

Wilts and dies 

Like the sun and wind 

Tears and kisses on your cheeks 

These words that fade as soon as they are spoken.  

This life that dissolves as soon as it paints itself 

Tears flow as a river into the edgeless sea 

Ravishingly beautiful this beauty that cannot be captured with words or hearts or minds 

Sublimely beautiful how love, simply a word, is known and felt by all, yet has no outlines or in-lines, and it is the linelessness we love and recognize and feel so deeply.

poems sing me

I am this morning's song stretching my toes into the day

dawn reaches over the canyon and reveals light and shadow dancing

colors the finches and sparrows

and their lyrical flight 

robin bathing in the pond splashing

the rising curling dancing steam from my tea

disappearing 

where is the beginning to this flowing poem?

is it a poem if it has no end?

what is this un-graspable love song that sings itself?

what is beauty if not this tremendous unknowing... 

what is love

what is life

without death?

cloud castles forming and disappearing into a flowing stream of wonder ...