Sensuous liquid dance

This love comes from everywhere
And no where
My heart is empty
It is full
It is no longer mine
It never was
This love is the knowing and feeling of seamlessness
Of no separate ones to give or receive love
The sublime bittersweet beauty of knowing we are imaginary lovers spinning on a dance floor yet we may never kiss.
I am the longing to touch
Knowing we never can.

Life as love flows through me as I flow through it
In love as love through love life flows.



words slice through the universe
skin bone blood
pouring seas through earth and sky
sailing ships of perfection and imperfection
light and shadow rippling waving
tides of joy and sorrow
tsunamis of hope and fear
stories of love and love lost
of tales of a someone who wanders
searching for the end of searching
wondering if there is meaning
inching along the tightrope between birth and death
terrified she might find it unravelling
hoping she will
fall through the cracks in the sidewalk
to another world
without fear

without sorrow
without the constant feeling of lack
without tears

threads of sorrow and tattered winds
weave through the colors of joy
fathomless this fabric
these clothes
this nakedness
of life

the blood of the universe
this ache of the sea
to drown in its own wetness

poems sing of this longing
that we are
lyrical fluted tapestries
burning


there are no words

no books to read
no scriptures to study
no chants
or postures
no proper attitude of acceptance or surrender
this cannot be understood
or meditated into
it is not silence
nor any thing at all



being awake to what is
would include everything that shows up
even thoughts about past and imagined future
and longing for things to be different
no special tools are needed
no special thoughts
not even no thought
it is impossible to not be awake to what is
as they are not separate



the voice unheard
the song unsung
paints its melody in your heart
and you wait, listening,
to the song of the morning
robins and finches and the rushing of the river of traffic
and you wait, longing,
for a key to the morning
and you read the songs of the ancients
and feel they have heard something you have not
is this truly the magic I have longed for?
just this music of life?
it streams through me
yet I am not separate from it
it has no words
yet includes every word...
it is all and everything
yet nothing at all....

There is nothing here
Nor there
Wide open infinite spaciousness
Empty of space
Empty of emptiness

A sigh
A wisp of rainbow
A tear sliding down a tender cheek
Feeling deeply passionately
Colors thought streaming
Happening to no one
No sheath no cover no inside no outside
No between
No separation

Clouds form and dissolve
Winged sails soar
Painted with the ever blooming sunset
Hearts sing
There is no one with an empty heart
Or a full one
Life sings this amorphous love dream that I am 

relentless tenderness of the softness of water

of kisses 

of love

mountains dissolve

hearts melt

cliffs and houses crumble into the sea

lovers are born and die

waves rise and fall

sun dances

clouds bloom and dissolve in the winds gentle caress 

nothing remains

there was nothing to break

or dissolve

or crumble 

just dreams 

long spring grasses waving hello

goodbye as you passed

looking for a place to rest

to gather flowers and press them into your heart

that you may never forget 

this love of dissolving into yourself

you know life is beautifully fluid

vibrant aliveness shimmering 

these words that paint flowers and grasses and falling leaves and wind

and your aching heart

you know this seamlessness of which I sing

it cannot be articulated

or caught

a flowing river

cannot bathe in its own wetness

you

cannot see your own beauty

there is no one looking 

nothing behind these eyes

amazing gem

that seems to split the world into infinite facets

has no center

everywhere and nowhere

forever and never 

this painted dreamscape 

where we dance

look look look!!!!!! 

oh my oh my oh my... 

the beauty the beauty the beauty!!!!! 

how wondrous that we exist only in this touching..this sharing... knowing we can never truly touch...

ambiguous words and phrases are magical...

speaking in tongues that untie the daydream

and let loose the feeling of seamless being

perhaps it is truly poetry ... the only words that swoon into wordlessness

searching for an overarching truth

or a lasting peace

or eternal love

or a god 

or guru

looking for handholds which will keep you safe from the feeling of falling into and through the fluidity and impermance of life...

you have seen death

you have seen that memories fade and change

you know that all ideas about what will happen seem to create a future that will never come

you know that this ever blooming ever wilting momentary is all that you really can know... 

touch, sight, taste, hearing, bodily sensation...

the only world you can ever know is what is going on in the edgeless momentary

I cannot find an outside to this flowing

I cannot add anything to it

where would it come from?

I cannot take anything away

where would it go?

this seamless flowing is all encompassing

as there is no outside

I am not separate from it

I cannot capture it

or understand it

there is no thing separate from it

an unchanging me

to understand it

as there is no outside

there does not seem to be anyone or thing making it happen

it appears to happen all by itself

and has no separate parts

no unchanging things

trying to capture this magic

seemed to push it away

trying to find the secret of life

seemed to obscure it

This magic is the knowing feeling that life is doing itself

and there is no next

and no one to have one

Cottonwood flowers drifting without care as to the shine or shade that adorns them... no concern as to where they land 

Hard pack of luscious earth or shimmering waters 

Whether a tree will grow or not...  

Such a delicious unknowing 

such a sublime okness no matter what seems to occur...

Knowing and feeling that this is indeed it 

There is utter rest 

transparent glass

sun shines through

clouds flower

rain splatters like mouse prints

vacant room of sky

pours into my empty poem

fills and empties these lines

that never held a sunrise

or a shadow

or a promise

of tomorrow

how could you be separate from the feeling of sun and wind on your face? how could you be separate from these hot tears streaming down your cheeks? where is the line between the lips and the kiss?

how could you be separate from this sensation of aliveness that looks and feels like anything at all? if you feel separate are you separate from the feeling of being separate?

how could you be separate from this thought stream or this uninterrupted symphony of perception and its inseparable recognition? is it happening somehow outside of you? 

you see vast sunlit days in your night time dream, is it outside of you?

have you ever found an outside to whats going on? or a next?

it seems to me that there is no outside and no inside, no other no better no more or next. knowing and feeling that deeply, that this is indeed it, there is utter rest.

Such measureless beauty 

Softly flowing as the flow 

Spilling life into itself 

Every footfall echoes 

This silence that sings 

These empty shoes 

This seamless dance 

Of no tomorrow 

Swooning without end 

Or beginning 

In love as love through love

trees reach down into earth and stone 

bleed into leaves and sky

the earth swallows me

as vast sky consumes me

wind and water and and fire adorn this sensuous liquid dance 

this love ballet 

of slow moving tsunamis

a waltz of light and shadow

of sound and silence 

skin eyes teeth bone blood 

the heart the marrow of my existence 

a love dance super saturated with awe

this stillness that sings through these lines

that paints my echo into the canyon

where we meet

yet can never touch

I can see your beautiful shimmering 

I can hear your sonorous voice singing 

the imaginary lines that seem to confine us

seem to separate us

the space in between us is imaginary 

let us dance in love as love though love

this life this life this life 

this is the only life we can ever know 

there is no boundary

or center

to this love dance

magically appearing and dissolving 

there is no time

no words to contain it

yet love

seems to work just fine

Enlightenment is not freedom from being human, or an escape into the arms of eternity or bliss. 

There is a super intimacy with life, as there is no longer the belief or feeling that life is happening to a you, or that there is a you doing life. 

I used to feel that emotion was happening to a me, I even felt separate from my tears! 

The veil of belief of separation is seen through and the feeling of being a separate individual in a world of separate things disappears.  

This end of belief in belief is usually the result of a period of a ripping and shredding apart of all you have believed to be true about yourself and your world.  It hurt like hell, yet it simultaneously felt that it was perfect somehow.  I never tried to escape the pyre, or run from the tigers mouth. 

It felt nakedly free as so many beliefs were seen through. I remember when the belief in astrology left.  I realized that I had never believed in it!  Same with all the others.  Even love... 

I felt free-er and free-er until there was no one left to be free or bound. 

Yet here I am, still loving love, dancing in moon-glow, swooning into your precious beauty.