wind swirled shadows
adorn my feet
walking through leaf clad sky
carpet of wonder
unravels me
weaves me
tattered fragments of memory
clothe the day
this brilliance is never hidden
there is nothing that wears this flowing garment of mirrors
wind dances through me
I am the wind dancing
Memories change and flow and are not chosen
As I am these memories...
Thoughts and feelings flow and are not chosen...
As I am these thoughts and feelings...
Perceptions change and flow and are not chosen
Naturally occurring this flow of perception of thought feeling sensation arises evenly and equally...
The feeling of ease arises as ease-fully as the feeling of effort...
I cannot find anyone doing this or any one separate from the flow being aware of it.
The lines can be seen when needed
But it’s known that they are imagined
this song that ripples yet leaves no imprint upon the flowing
no moon no tides....
no sunset shimmering on your beautiful face...
no safe harbor to hide in to forget your death
no skin to live in
just this skin
these eyes
these tears
this smile
this kiss
these teeth
this blood
this heart
this costume of ancient shadows
that no one wears...
mountain clad in sky flowers
breath of wind
kiss of sun
transparent rainbow garment swirls
no one wears it
treading water trying to push the clouds away
painted them
mountain, sky ...
your reflection is inseparable
waters blooming
clouds sailing
echoes dance across shimmering sands
you wandered barefoot longing to find the dream
and found you were following your own footsteps
Sky spills into long mountain shadows
Pools at my feet
How deep is the light that swirls on the sidewalk
I walk through the day dream of echoes
sourceless reflections
Hum a melody without notes
Or words
Moon is hiding
Under the mountain
This empty heart sings
drinking deeply
red wine of sunset
cricket song colors
dark transparent skies
mirror of moon
awaits my eyes
night swallows day
day swallows night
intoxicating perfume
of no longer traveling
endless sorrow
longing for joy
hunger for beauty
melted in love's fire
the pyre that consumed
even love
sublimely beautiful
these empty footsteps
that filled with tears
blue butterflies hovering
edges crumbling
after the spring rains
where will you hide your heart
this floating world
butterflies hover
and vanish
this road
that no one treads
autumn rests
in the heart of new green
what journey did I take
to arrive no where?
where did the morning go
when evening rests her head upon my chest?
no one makes these echoes
that slide into the night
no one sings
of love
yet everyone hears it
drowning in your own tears
looking for wetness
searching for the source of light
spins the web that seems to catch you
self illumined
still fluidity of mind
boundless sky sings
there is nothing under this thought dream
no one has it
no one wears this veil of bejeweled tears
spinning so beautifully in the morning light
robin song
tires on the black black road
echos of morning
rose petals drift
cat sleeps
this sensuous aliveness
has no sides
or center
haven't you heard
the world singing
I love you?
Searching searching searching....
The longing for certitude
To escape the fear of unknowing
Turning twisting chasing your tale...
hoping that under the very next word you read you’ll find the key to the magic of life which will confirm your belief
That there is magic
That there is a next
The magic of life is knowing there is no next
That this is indeed it
Whatever it looks or feels like.
This sublime unknowing
That there is no certitude, this beautiful slippery life that cannot be caught or understood...
what’s under the word tears?
Not even this wondrous wetness....
liquid mountains
winged tree tops
words and silence
dance with transparent sky
light blooms shadows
darkness aches for its own reflection
stars dissolve into space
space flows through its own echo
my heart reaches out to touch you
we dissolve into the reaching
wind blows our shadows
into this song
this painting of infinite things
where no thing resides
drinking deeply
red wine of sunset
cricket song colors
dark transparent skies
mirror of moon
awaits my eyes
night swallows day
day swallows night
intoxicating perfume
of no longer traveling
endless sorrow
longing for joy
hunger for beauty
melted in love's fire
the pyre that consumed
even love
sublimely beautiful
these empty footsteps
that filled with tears
blue butterflies hovering
edges crumbling
it has no name
neither lust nor sorrow
it swoons through your chest
shatters every secret place you used to hide
your very marrow cries out with grief
as this hungry dog consumes you
you hear it howling
it is your own voice
your own love
a beautiful searing golden sun
this pyre of burning bones
filigree of ashes blooming
delicate petals blow away
into wind songs
gazing out into immeasurable beauty of unknowing
gazing in finding nothing
not even an empty storybook
endless seas without feature or harbor
sublime rest
you remember
I have always known this
ashes blooming taste like honey
drinking this silence pressed from fallen petals
all your dreams unhinged
erased the pages
words unwinding in the wind
Suddenly
clearly out of the blue
The imaginary lines between this and that disappeared
Consumed by a fire that had raged in me since I was very small
I was pierced by an all consuming love
the magic of memory and dream could no longer find a center
the ache of the desert to smell a spring rain exploded inside my heart
this rock bloomed with a thousand wildflowers
every petal illumined with an indescribable softness
that I am
stilled world of swirling waters
doves coo and call the mourning
a leaf scuttles across the garden path
moon sets over the canyon wall
sun suggests its arrival with a clear plum light
her shadows wait in the dark
an ever blooming elusiveness
blooms and wilts simultaneously
'there is no time' sings the morning
this cannot be forgotten once remembered
'there are no things' sing my anchor-less heart
drifting on the sea of dreams
I am this love song
the flower of unknowing bloomed in my heart...
as I found myself a flowing of waters
basking in the radiance of my own reflection
bathed in sunset's naked tears
the preciousness of this unsigned aliveness
that burst its imaginary boundaries
echoing the forever never song of time
where love died yet still sings my name
Ribbons of emptiness untied the light
Unleashed the darkness swirling at my feet
Unleashed the darkness swirling at my feet
Crashing wings of fire into the sea
Waves of lightening split the sky
This song of the desire to sing
This heartbeat of day and night perfumes this aliveness
It cannot be distilled
This elixir of life consumes me
This elixir of life consumes me
I am drunk on my own love
dancing on the balcony of winds
watching moonlight pour through me
its push and pull gathers the tides into a song of bejeweled waves of shimmering echoes
what has never been lost its voice
when there was no one left to stand with an empty hand
on an endless beach
awaiting her own return
what will never be lost its sparkle
when there was no one left to dance with an empty heart
waiting for a promise
a dream of kisses in the dark
a union like no other
love lost its way on this path of no tomorrow
no step will call its name
no words will reflect its beauty
or confine it to one heart
there were no separate wind songs
that required joining
no separate kisses that needed singing
yet without another to dance
there is no empty heart
nor full
my heart explodes
ocean sings in this palace of winds
It is no longer your eyes your face your smile your heart your tears your love. Or your emptiness streaming on a dark lonely night or your fullness bursting at the first song of dawn.
Or the ripping and shredding of the baby blanket falling into deaths arms.
The depths of despair and anguish and overwhelming joy crash into each other as your hands dissolve into the still peace of a silent lake. Hummingbirds hover as whisper winds sail across the surface and tremble your reflection into the moon shadow shimmering and mountains lost in clouds.
I sing of this with the very words that seem to create slices of sky, as crows raucously sing and mountain streams tumble into rivulets of meadow grasses flowing, and rivers roar into a wide delta just before they sink into this beautiful vast unknowing. Unutterably stunning dragon shadows race down the canyon capturing your shadow my shadow our reflections dissolving in mist. Never formed never captured yet obviously apparent your smile like a song arches over the canyon where we twirl and twine in rapturous embrace. Day and night swirl over us through us in us as us. Love a magnificent dream arising only as shadows play in the story book land of time.
And what is in between
Forever and never
What has no flipside
What is on the outside of outside
what is on the inside of inside
What is the taste of taste
Where will you be yesterday
Where were you tomorrow
What is going on cannot be touched with words
it has no edge or Center
it has no split or division
no qualities or characteristics
No separate things no separate moments no time no dimension no measurement whatsoever
There simply is no this nor that
Nor both nor neither
And he longed to capture the moon's shadow to hide behind
to hide his fear of not knowing
and his longing to know
For if he could figure out what was going on
Perhaps he would not die
If he could get a handle on life if only...
but as he gazed into the swirling he realized his gaze was the swirling he realized he was the swirling
And there were no reference points left
There was no handle
And no inside nor outside
It was as if he had taken a glass
And drank deeply all that was inside of it
And as he set it down the edges dissolved the bottom dissolved his hand dissolved and all the emptiness poured out
There was nothing left to hold and no one to hold it
And all the love that he was so afraid of losing bled into the dream
His heart dropped
It had never been his heart his life his tears his love
....mirages blend... into the shimmering.....
a touch a reflection of her tears rippling into the dream
Falling in dream time daytime slumber
was it real she wondered
as her hands dissolved into space
and she spied her reflection in her lovers I's
the feeling of missing this, like it is on the tip of your tongue, is because this is beyond knowing or understanding or imagination or belief. You will try to capture it as long as it feels like there is a you and an it.
Beneath the blue not even empty sky
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