I do not exist outside of this love

I am the loving of you
And I love that


sky above
sky below
the sound of clouds
flowering
dust devils swirl through my reflection
the road is a mirage
I dance



in these ancient winds
time lost its shadow
falling through a photograph
of wind



I say, ‘I love you’, knowing and feeling there is nothing here... nothing there...
Not even an infinite void, empty of space and time and emptiness itself...
Simply a baseless hologram of reflections of reflections, echoes of echoes singing this love song of you and me and we.



where is the gateway to endless sky?
where is the end to its reflection?
through mist and cloud and stormy nights
through moon shattered daydreams
collapsing on the mountain

through thunder rolling across the seas
and the scent of love pierced by lightening
through shadows pouring down the valley
night pools under tall trees
and falls into its own coolness

through false fronts on cloud castles
built of dreams of tomorrow
mirrored with tinfoil
and sun
glass melting
reflections falling
songs burst the walls of love
silence swoons
into itself

there is no end nor beginning
nor anyone to enter or leave
heaven was never split
into earth
and sky




he wore snapshots of sky
and gathered pictures of sea
he tried to pin songs
on his mirror
so that he may hear the ocean of sky

he tried to hold fistfuls of light
so that he may never lose the day
but hands open
hearts open
day fades
sky sings
and he falls through the words
once again
and disappears
into night
into sleep
where there are no words
nor him



and the crickets sang until the stones vibrated with night...
and the temple bells echoed across the moon bejeweled terrace of winds...
No one answers
No one calls
Yet my heart sings




night reaches out its arms
folding sea into sky
shadows tumble down the mountain
coalesce in the hush that consume
dreams of tomorrow and memories of yesterday
wrapped in the sleeping sea

how strange and beautiful that a heart can break
and not need repair
I am in love with this bittersweet melancholy
that kissed me
and left her calling card
it is my name I hear in this silence
that permeates all songs
echoes of midnight
daylight
break on the beach
and recede
waves of joy and sorrow
merge
and sunlight shimmers on your beautiful tears



distant as midnight moon
neither near nor far
love swallows empty flowers
color blooms in your mouth
as waves of falling leaves
reflect your sunset on endless seas

autumn bones upon the path
naked as the sound of sunlight
wings unfurl in the hollow glen
dissolve into sky

words fall apart into letters
into lines and squiggles
into vowels that have never held a sound
and consonants that have never blocked the sun
forming windows
side-less prisms
of ricocheting wonder

what color is all color
what color is the sound of moon



ancient poems slide down the sidewalk
blossoming
wilting
picked by no one
reflect the sunset
of no tomorrow
breathe a story
of echoes

pooling in deep shadows
words collide with time
and space
and your heart
explode through your eyes
your lips
your kiss

just an evening song
kissing you into itself
falling through a back beat
pausing to listen
there is nothing but silence
without you



I am this song
Kissed by wings of fire
Devoured by love
This river of thought
Sings itself
Just
Like
This
Words blossom and paint flowers
and endless sky reaching
Nowhere
Imaginary banks hold the current of desire
And crumble into words

A silhouette of wonder
Falls through itself
Through these tears
That remember me
A fallen leaf
Scoots across the sidewalk
Empty footfalls
Color the night

An echo of starlight
Gazes upon itself
Swooning through
A photograph of moon
Reflecting these waters
Laughing
Weeping
Tears fall in love
With wetness itself
Love falls in love
With love
Through these eyes
Through these words
This river of song
That sings me

There are no things to come or go
No things to hold onto
And no one to do so



love exists only in this mentally fabricated world...
and I am the loving of you

That’s how I find myself
As a reflection in your eyes
We exist only in the imaginary spaces Inbetween imaginary things
All lines are drawn by words

Knowing and feeling all thingness is imaginary feels like love
At first I called it
‘Falling through the cage of words’
Then I discovered I was the cage
It had merely become transparent...
the FEELING of separation had disappeared



Leaves and wind dance
They are not separate
No one leads and no one follows
The music is in your mind
As well as the dance
wind ballet falls through itself
Leaves no footprint
In wind

Cool mountain shadows stream down the long canyon
The fishermen look up
Silvery stream
Disappears

A fish
A leaf
A whirlpool of echoes


Morning sings me
It feels like a love song
Painting echoes with sky
On endless skies...
Tears
Flow into the river
Greet their own saltiness in the sea




Is there night under day?
Day under night?
Afternoon rain
Autumn wind
Falling stars
under the clouds
Petals on the sidewalk


Love is an idea
Like you
when that is truly realized
That all thingness is made up
not much can be said
yet I am the singing of it



Meaning...
Non meaning...
All those ideas are like old black and white movies... running in an empty theater
We are overtones and undertones... afterimages of a love dream
Blooming
Wilting
There is no hand to pick this flowering
The coming sunset paints your hands
Your beautiful face
Slides across and off the glass...
Time wrote your name on the river
Kissed love into your eyes
Your reflection drowned in its own wetness
Subsumed by your unutterable beauty
And emptiness

Life is always the first and last kiss
Feels like love kissing itself
Through these very lips
Seeing itself
Through these very eyes
Singing itself
Through this love song
That sings us
Like this



cloud flowers bloom and fade
afterimages flow into shadows
dusk reveals
fireflies
starlight
shimmering waters
reflect love's echo
it is never hidden
hanging in midnight garden
suspended in long moon night
cutting the roots of light and dark
pouring into the deepest abyss
stillness breaks
love grows
love falls
sweet breath of morning
I swoon into your smile



Leaves fall into the stream
Memories swirl into midnight
Looking in
Looking out
Nothing but wetness

Wind falls into the stream
Falls through itself
I am these words
Mystery
A fallen shadow
Unknown
A rusted Tin soldier
Unfathomable
Yet another cast aside toy
Lost in the dark
Where I once stumbled
Looking for my footfalls
Aching for this silence
That could not hear itself

Tears cannot taste themselves
I find myself in your eyes
Deep deep rivers
Pour wetness into wetness
Whirlpools of echoes drown
Endless skies
Edgeless seas
The horizon weeps
In your heart
In your smile
In these words
That sing us
In love as love through love



mountain
its only name
no one looks in the guidebook
for a path
to its ancient rounded summit

lost in mist
and meandering clouds
no one wanders
or weeps
yet tears reflect the beauty
of this mountain song

through our eyes
love falls in love with itself
memories of mountains
and trees
and endless skies
we are these waterfalls of love
this dream of dreaming
flowing through itself
through these words
through this stream of thought
we seem to appear
knowing there are no mountains
nor you nor me to climb them
nor love to sweep us out of the dream of separation
yet we live and love
and watch the noon time sun burn the mist
off its naked peak

sublime this love
of bittersweet sorrow
this path of echoes that no one wanders
sings our names
tumbling mountain stream




Inner wing
Outer wing
There is no one soaring
I am the knowing/feeling of flight
Sky collapses into itself
Slip stream of love



Some belief remains
Yet there is no feeling of a believer

No thinker feeler doer...
just an unknowable unknown and a streaming thought stream seemingly creating all this and that and love...

and I am this river of song... of shared learned words.... painting this wondrous imaginary world and someone to have one
As substantial as an echo of an echo painted with forgotten melodies... that no one ever heard or sang....
a ballet of shadows in the dark...
of clouds soaring across a white winter sky.... 

Tears light up this floating world

We find ourselves as reflections in each other’s eyes

And I do not exist outside of this love