Hungry for rainbows
Dragonfly wings
Hungry for sky
The shimmering waters
Love hungers
For its reflection
In your eyes
In my eyes
We appear as the dancing
Dissolved into seamless sky...
Simply this ever apparent uninterrupted rushing roaring symphony of what we call perception and its inseparable recognition, never one nor two nor none...
never a thing called awareness or a someone separate and unchanging...
no things to change or stay the same...
realer than real more intimate than these words or your breath or heartbeat...
or the infinite array of stars swimming through the night sky...
...wind, the thought of wind
....skin, the thought of wind... caressed from the inside and the outside... there are no sides... nowhere to land and no one to fall....
edgeless fluidity streaming in love as love through love...
....and nighthawks swoop and swirl in the
shadow of the moonlight
and never catch the day
words
slide off the page
through your voice
this song
your eyes
these words
this mirror
of your heart
shatters
in the hush of moon
basking in silence
love
a word
throws rings into the edge-less sea
paint light and shadow and
colors
dancing
flowering in a heart
love blossoms and wilts
soars and falls
galaxies spiral
inward and outward
side-less glances reveal
what you have always known
love a word
like you
paints your beautiful eyes
as your eyes paint the world
prisms turn into light
rippling through waters
dancing down the canyon
when what was never separate kisses itself
through your lips
a bird never seen
yet always heard
familiar yet new
burns your chest
this radiance
cannot be caught
or found
or lost
it sears your eyes
after images ripple
sing of love's beauty that
pierced all the secret parts of you
you could not find
unbearably beautiful
this love that reached for itself
and catapulted
sky into sky
sun into sun
light into light
woven with words
this tapestry of wonder
tattered filaments
of sky
disappear as they coalesce
this bird that has no wings
flew into your heart
ripped you into pieces
burned even love
with love
wind and leaves sing songs that have no meaning
nor sky
you follow your footsteps down the dusty path
of swirling memories under the lace of trees and moon
she has been beckoning
taunting you
the guard dogs of hope and fear
have been howling your name
her song unravels your dreams
your skin
your bones
as she enters
your blood
your veins
bleeding
her song is familiar yet strange
it is time she says
as sorrow and joy can only go so far
the bittersweet fruit of love bursts in your mouth
your heart
as you realize it is not your heart
your love
your song
there is no one here
or there
to sing it
I sing of many things
knowing there are none
love is this knowing
this feeling that there are no lines
yet love writes my lines
and yours
no one follows
or leads
in this dance
of wind in wind
a ballet of light and shadow
pirouettes in these very words
can you hear love singing
your name?
this love that sings your name with light in light
in unknown frequencies
penetrates
permeates your skeleton and shatters your bones
this love that you long for yet fear
as you know you will lose everything
your bones cry out
your heart bursts
no words can capture this ultimate pain
you want to surrender
but there is no one to surrender to
dancing with your reflection
shadows streaming through shadows...
light though light
flowing tapestry of wind in wind
never knowing
never not knowing
never touching
never not touching
this ballet of what has no name nor number nor floor to dance upon
has slain you
ripped you apart
eviscerated you
laughing and weeping
tears lost their meaning
meaning lost its meaning
a skeleton dance of flesh and ash
and rose petals strewn across the sky
stars and their shadows live in you now
and the kiss of a thousand suns
sky has replaced your head
your eyes are prisms
shattering all ideas of direction
into infinite color
and place
into an unfathomable intimacy
you have lost everything
dissolved into seamless sky
yet you remain
as this dance
dancing
alone
waves dissolve
moon into moon
willow tree bends and sways
in the shimmering waters
her silhouette kisses itself
it was only echoes dancing
in the pale light before dawn
I reached out my hand
or did my reflection reach out hers...
in this pirouette of silence
here was no one leading
nor anyone to follow
this ballet of light and shadow
had always danced itself
there was never anyone under the puppet
of moon
flowing tapestry of wind and light
winged sails of moon glow
feathered softness brushing through itself
light and shadow traipsing
dancing
swooning through me
in this dance that I am
and color...
rich and lush beyond measure
this streaming sensuous love dance
has no edges nor ending or beginning
exploding and dissolving into itself
my lips
my lovers lips
words
cannot kiss
this vacuum of space
and light
that seems to part for just a brief moment
and sing
words never forgotten
or remembered
a butterfly dream
The brain sees through its own charade and no longer believes in its own dream of objectified separation
Yet the character remains
I am not in awe
I am it
I am not feeling this seamless ease
I am it
I waited for the wet in water to wash sorrow away
a tsunami of despair and hope and fear crept in the back door
while I was waiting at the window
enchanted with my reflection
wondering whose lips whose eyes whose face was looking out
looking in
light dreams scattered rainbows across the sea of dreams
chased by echoes drowning in their own sound
endless sadness shadowed in its own darkness
and a joy beyond remembering
illumined by its own light
kissed in the glass
left no mark
erased the middle of eternity
the vault of sky burst
weaving and shredding
this song of no tomorrow
and the loose ends of my hair
waves dissolve in waves
fleeting images sail into the mist
a mirage has no wetness
yet here is the sea
balanced on the edge of memory
whirlpools of eternity melt into the dawn
time ripples without a pause
and disappears
a faint echo of moon perched on the rocky cliff
as it peered into the sea
it fell
colliding with its own reflection
and drowned
I crashed into myself
that spring afternoon
never and forever were lost in that submerging
of all and everything
and nothing
no one dances on the edge of love
but love dances
like this
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