It’s your own love that eviscerates you
and your own tears that you drown in
Until you see that it was never your love
Or your tears
Just a river that looked at its own wetness and wept
You fall through the mirror and find there are no sides
No middle
No place in between
No here nor there
Yet this is where we dance
and can never touch
falling into and through each other’s reflection
This shadowed iridescence where light and darkness kiss
This melody without notes
Love without lovers
Song without words
Remembered or forgotten
Never sung yet heard
The space without space
Or emptiness
Sings
bits of blue
shattered sky
broken dreams
clouds weeping
puddles gathering
street rippling
reflections of memories
lovers dance
hidden in shadow
under the autumn leaves
bits of blue
rain falls
robin sings
dove swoons through her shadow
carries the morning in her wings
sunlight waltzes with this leaf and wind dance
feathered sky
pausing on the high wire
she sings the song of my childhood
folding into my heart
a wistful melancholy
walking with my family
darkening summer streets
mother and brother dead now
father old
that wondrous ache I knew as a child
and savored
this precious life
no one can capture
love
no one can hold
this sublime ache of our aliveness
no one wears
is the song of emptiness
bursting
the silence no one can sing
is everyones song
no moon
no sky
empty breath of wind
crickets have lost their voice
music of the trees dancing in the dark
warmth of yesterday has not left the room
the scent of rain far up the canyon
my reflection in the open window
tea sits
steam twists and curls and disappears
thought paints night into morning
forms these hands upon the keyboard
writing the dream
as the dream writes me
writing
I drink deeply
my echo in the looking glass
no one bathes
or drowns
in pools of sky
no one opens their heart
or closes it
love has no edges
it breathes underwater
shadows flow down the empty streets
reflect my footfalls
dancing on water
the search for heaven
and endless blue
died
when I fell up
and sky swallowed me
she spit me out
inside and outside kissed
and fell through each other
reflected light has only echoes
to dance with
I am a transparent portrait
a water color thought dream
wet in wet in wet in wet
river in river
river in sky
echoes in the canyon
mouthfuls of words
singing
Do stars long to catch their reflection in the midnight sea?
Do the waters ache to hold their light?
Deep rivers flow into fathomless seas
and dissolve in their own wetness.
Light pours through light and there is no space nor emptiness
Nor light
Echoes of echoes cannot be held or sung
Shadows melt into shadows
Bodies dance
But we can never touch
I am the longing to sing of this sublime edgelessness
Knowing I cannot
Here is this seamless beauty
Words cannot kiss
there is no path between this and that
to a place where all things are joined
no way to conquer your longing to merge with the unspeakable
the lover longs for the beloved
and to breath the rarified air of the end of countless tears
mountain springs flow into streams
meander through grassy meadows
canyon rivers
gorged on spring rains
pour into the sea
always there is the union
of what was never separate
no one sleeps
rocked in the cradle of moon
caressed by summer winds
awaiting her own return
night sleeps in her own reflection
gathering the tides into her dream
no one drowns in her wake of sun and sorrow and endless seas
no one awakens
to an unbound brilliant stillness
it was never lost
or found
it is in every tear
every word
the magic
is your longing
to be free
no one holds the magic of moon
your heart never left its starlit home
its walls have always been transparent
flashpoint of ancient songs
lies between the lips and the breath
inside the colors of a rainbow dissolving
it hovers in your heart
and waits for no one to sing it
words erupt in your mouth
they taste of morning and evening
and the first and last bird song
of dark silent nights
and pale moonlight on your lovers face
of bright bright sunshine
curling in echoes
around the corners
or love itself
another word that lost its meaning
when sky fell through your house
and burned the walls and ceiling
and floor
and left no place to hide
you cannot hide from your own nakedness
no one wears it
nothing is concealed
your majesty is your wounds and scars and
memories of love and love lost
your tears and smiles and feelings of brokenness
are not fragments of your being
unravelling
they are your beauty
weeping at the the face of love
you see in the mirror
and your own tears that you drown in
Until you see that it was never your love
Or your tears
Just a river that looked at its own wetness and wept
You fall through the mirror and find there are no sides
No middle
No place in between
No here nor there
Yet this is where we dance
and can never touch
falling into and through each other’s reflection
This shadowed iridescence where light and darkness kiss
This melody without notes
Love without lovers
Song without words
Remembered or forgotten
Never sung yet heard
The space without space
Or emptiness
Sings
bits of blue
shattered sky
broken dreams
clouds weeping
puddles gathering
street rippling
reflections of memories
lovers dance
hidden in shadow
under the autumn leaves
bits of blue
rain falls
robin sings
dove swoons through her shadow
carries the morning in her wings
sunlight waltzes with this leaf and wind dance
feathered sky
pausing on the high wire
she sings the song of my childhood
folding into my heart
a wistful melancholy
walking with my family
darkening summer streets
mother and brother dead now
father old
that wondrous ache I knew as a child
and savored
this precious life
no one can capture
love
no one can hold
this sublime ache of our aliveness
no one wears
is the song of emptiness
bursting
the silence no one can sing
is everyones song
no moon
no sky
empty breath of wind
crickets have lost their voice
music of the trees dancing in the dark
warmth of yesterday has not left the room
the scent of rain far up the canyon
my reflection in the open window
tea sits
steam twists and curls and disappears
thought paints night into morning
forms these hands upon the keyboard
writing the dream
as the dream writes me
writing
I drink deeply
my echo in the looking glass
no one bathes
or drowns
in pools of sky
no one opens their heart
or closes it
love has no edges
it breathes underwater
shadows flow down the empty streets
reflect my footfalls
dancing on water
the search for heaven
and endless blue
died
when I fell up
and sky swallowed me
she spit me out
inside and outside kissed
and fell through each other
reflected light has only echoes
to dance with
I am a transparent portrait
a water color thought dream
wet in wet in wet in wet
river in river
river in sky
echoes in the canyon
mouthfuls of words
singing
Do stars long to catch their reflection in the midnight sea?
Do the waters ache to hold their light?
Deep rivers flow into fathomless seas
and dissolve in their own wetness.
Light pours through light and there is no space nor emptiness
Nor light
Echoes of echoes cannot be held or sung
Shadows melt into shadows
Bodies dance
But we can never touch
I am the longing to sing of this sublime edgelessness
Knowing I cannot
Here is this seamless beauty
Words cannot kiss
there is no path between this and that
to a place where all things are joined
no way to conquer your longing to merge with the unspeakable
the lover longs for the beloved
and to breath the rarified air of the end of countless tears
mountain springs flow into streams
meander through grassy meadows
canyon rivers
gorged on spring rains
pour into the sea
always there is the union
of what was never separate
no one sleeps
rocked in the cradle of moon
caressed by summer winds
awaiting her own return
night sleeps in her own reflection
gathering the tides into her dream
no one drowns in her wake of sun and sorrow and endless seas
no one awakens
to an unbound brilliant stillness
it was never lost
or found
it is in every tear
every word
the magic
is your longing
to be free
no one holds the magic of moon
your heart never left its starlit home
its walls have always been transparent
flashpoint of ancient songs
lies between the lips and the breath
inside the colors of a rainbow dissolving
it hovers in your heart
and waits for no one to sing it
words erupt in your mouth
they taste of morning and evening
and the first and last bird song
of dark silent nights
and pale moonlight on your lovers face
of bright bright sunshine
curling in echoes
around the corners
or love itself
another word that lost its meaning
when sky fell through your house
and burned the walls and ceiling
and floor
and left no place to hide
you cannot hide from your own nakedness
no one wears it
nothing is concealed
your majesty is your wounds and scars and
memories of love and love lost
your tears and smiles and feelings of brokenness
are not fragments of your being
unravelling
they are your beauty
weeping at the the face of love
you see in the mirror
I am a drifting sea of words
beautifully suspended between
sound and silence
rippling rainbows above
and below
nothing in-between
undercurrents lost their meaning
as there is no shore or sand bank
distant or near
suns and moons sail through the vault of sky
and kiss their reflections as they sink into the sea
my hair flows as seaweed
fish swim through their own ripples
there is no propulsion
just these words
singing
ripples are the water
reflecting echoes of memory
of sky and sea and the horizon untied
of your face and the mountains behind you
of colored rocks and sand flowing
of wet in wet in wet in wet
of light falling through light
beauty is the water seeing itself
through your eyes
tales splashing
silent rain on your hidden face
and they dreamed of storms past... and they dreamed of dreaming... and they dreamed of the rain as it was raining
they dreamed of awakening out of the dream, but realized that it was the dream, dreaming them
and they raised their heads, smelling the lightening on the mountains...
darkness breathes
in the garden
beauty sleeps
in beauty
rain
falls
and cannot hide your tears
or your longing for a tomorrow
which will never come
blanket of words
cannot hide you
your passion will ignite the fibers
and you will be consumed by your own love
dagger of immeasurable beauty
rips you from the inside and out
until not even emptiness remains
morning blossoms
and you find
you're still here
a song
of love's memories
where is the door that no one opens
or shuts
who knows what beauty is?
life in death
death in life
searching for the edge of the known world
she found her footsteps
crumbling
before her behind her within her without her
love swooned into her shadow weeping at the beauty of her tears
light in dark
dark in light
echoes of songs filled her mouth with the kiss of everything and nothing
and she danced on the edge of a feather between love and nothing at all
I am a sea of words
Flowing
And receding
And every word feels like love to me
tasting the rainbows on the rim of your glass
drinking in your own reflection
breathing on the mirror
watching your lips sing these words
you are the looking glass of sound
breaking the sky
songs shatter your painted windows
and reveal infinite color shimmering
you are light and wind
and the morning song
listening to my song
wrapt in my own embrace
I am an echo
drenched with sound
and silence
there is no sequel
to this tale
no one to fill in the blanks...
it spills outside the margins
I can hear it howling at the moon
the canyon breathes this river of song
it paints light and color and
dances with its own reflection
it sings the scent of summer rain
saturating the desert
and a lone figure walking
this flowing tapestry of wonder
The horizon let go of itself
And I drowned in a tsunami of sea and sky
I am sun and wind dancing
Warm shallows rippling
Silver fish darting
Cold fathomless depths breathing
I am this ocean of song
Singing
blooming and wilting simultaneously
petals fold into their own delicate softness
your world collapses into itself
there are no doors leading out
signposts melt in the heat of your desire
your tears are broken rivers
that cannot be crossed
molten earth pours through you
steam from endless seas boiling
evaporates you
love has crushed out all the light
to reveal a seamless baseless brilliance
that was never lost
or found
children play with colored stones
weave patterns on the sidewalk
they know the magic
you feel you have lost
and you pick up old stones
you once thought were diamonds
and toss them into the pond
missing the magic of the ripples
reading and rereading ancient texts
looking for the secret
you can feel under your breath
waiting to consume you
to blaze you
into molten gold
ideas of god and forever
branded in your heart
will not keep the edges from collapsing
or your light from shining
as it always has
you simply never noticed
you were seeking the love the magic
the light
you are
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