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
Inner wing
Outer wing
There is no one soaring
I am the knowing/feeling of flight
sky collapses into itself
slip stream of love
A glimpse of what is not a what
Leaves you breathless
Dizzy...
Running for shelter
But there is none
Nor is there a void
No harbor can be found
There is no one to hide
Love an empty shell
Singing the song of vast rolling oceans
And ancient sands
And wind blown songs
Vast
Measureless
Directionless
Without time or space
Or emptiness
Heaven opened its wings
Love swallowed the world
And you
Skipping starlight across an edgeless sea
Unfathomably deep
Farther than distance itself
How far is love?
And the waves crashing
Light streams over our shoulders
From the smiley cat moon
What you’re talking about is not even unspeakable or a mystery or emptiness...
without thought there is not even anything
there is no before thought or outside of thought
It is the knowing feeling of no solidity of the emptiness of all thing-ness
It’s not even a void
it’s not even an it
Only through the thought stream made of shared learned words do things seemingly arise....
You are THIS VERY THOUGHT STREAM...
you are this flowing thought stream that names it self thought and names it’s self flowing
Without this imaginary separation there is no awareness of being aware
You are this fairy tale
The dream
That your brain creates
There is an un deniable indefinable aliveness that is inseparable from the flow of awareness/perception.
The dream of objectified separation is created by thought
All thingness is created by thought
All imaginary separation is mentally fabricated
You remain as a fairy tale
Who else ya gonna be
You are the fairy tale
As well as sun and dogs
Love and beauty
All made up
Words crochet night
Into this shadow dance of song
A cloak of moonlight seems
To hide your nakedness
Falls gently into a sweep of leaves
And wind
memory paints the dancer
And dance
Of day
Of night
Broken by light
And dark
Two words
Like you
And me
And wind pouring down the canyon
Can you hear it dancing in the autumn leaves
Playing in the street
With forgotten children
Laughing
I am Wind
Delicate and fierce
I am Windblown
Wind tenderly kissing wind
Through my eyes
And ears
And feathers
These winged
Wind songs
Soaring
The sound of ancient mountains
Falling
Of all hearts
Weeping
Of all smiles
Laughing
Of all eyes
Shining
Reflections
Without mirrors
Love recognizes itself
Through a sideways glance
In your eyes
Weeping at the beauty
Of beauty
Low slung train whistle
empty streets
Crows fly up
I am a river of song
of memories sliding down an empty street
of echoes of yesterday painted with moonlight
reverberating through closed doors and windows
through walls and ceilings and floors
through these castles made of thought
collapsing into this sea of dreams
where dancers dance through the long silver night
and see their reflection
touching
feeling their aliveness
in this love light streaming through each others eyes
where wind and shadows and light
pour through light
where joy and sorrow and love
pour through love
where wonder left her kiss upon your lips
as you mouthed the words to a song you have never sung
nor heard
but felt in every breath
in every heartbeat
in the depths of your being
where you were terrified to go
afraid of your own emptiness
and the emptiness of love
where even the longest night
and the longest day
cannot reach
the end of sky
of the belief in time
is the beginning
it is right here
the beginning of love
We find ourselves as reflections in each other’s eyes
And I do not exist outside of this love
Inner wing
Outer wing
There is no one soaring
I am the knowing/feeling of flight
sky collapses into itself
slip stream of love
A glimpse of what is not a what
Leaves you breathless
Dizzy...
Running for shelter
But there is none
Nor is there a void
No harbor can be found
There is no one to hide
Love an empty shell
Singing the song of vast rolling oceans
And ancient sands
And wind blown songs
Vast
Measureless
Directionless
Without time or space
Or emptiness
Heaven opened its wings
Love swallowed the world
And you
Skipping starlight across an edgeless sea
Unfathomably deep
Farther than distance itself
How far is love?
And the waves crashing
Light streams over our shoulders
From the smiley cat moon
What you’re talking about is not even unspeakable or a mystery or emptiness...
without thought there is not even anything
there is no before thought or outside of thought
It is the knowing feeling of no solidity of the emptiness of all thing-ness
It’s not even a void
it’s not even an it
Only through the thought stream made of shared learned words do things seemingly arise....
You are THIS VERY THOUGHT STREAM...
you are this flowing thought stream that names it self thought and names it’s self flowing
Without this imaginary separation there is no awareness of being aware
You are this fairy tale
The dream
That your brain creates
There is an un deniable indefinable aliveness that is inseparable from the flow of awareness/perception.
The dream of objectified separation is created by thought
All thingness is created by thought
All imaginary separation is mentally fabricated
You remain as a fairy tale
Who else ya gonna be
You are the fairy tale
As well as sun and dogs
Love and beauty
All made up
Words crochet night
Into this shadow dance of song
A cloak of moonlight seems
To hide your nakedness
Falls gently into a sweep of leaves
And wind
memory paints the dancer
And dance
Of day
Of night
Broken by light
And dark
Two words
Like you
And me
And wind pouring down the canyon
Can you hear it dancing in the autumn leaves
Playing in the street
With forgotten children
Laughing
I am Wind
Delicate and fierce
I am Windblown
Wind tenderly kissing wind
Through my eyes
And ears
And feathers
These winged
Wind songs
Soaring
The sound of ancient mountains
Falling
Of all hearts
Weeping
Of all smiles
Laughing
Of all eyes
Shining
Reflections
Without mirrors
Love recognizes itself
Through a sideways glance
In your eyes
Weeping at the beauty
Of beauty
Low slung train whistle
empty streets
Crows fly up
I am a river of song
of memories sliding down an empty street
of echoes of yesterday painted with moonlight
reverberating through closed doors and windows
through walls and ceilings and floors
through these castles made of thought
collapsing into this sea of dreams
where dancers dance through the long silver night
and see their reflection
touching
feeling their aliveness
in this love light streaming through each others eyes
where wind and shadows and light
pour through light
where joy and sorrow and love
pour through love
where wonder left her kiss upon your lips
as you mouthed the words to a song you have never sung
nor heard
but felt in every breath
in every heartbeat
in the depths of your being
where you were terrified to go
afraid of your own emptiness
and the emptiness of love
where even the longest night
and the longest day
cannot reach
the end of sky
of the belief in time
is the beginning
it is right here
the beginning of love
And my hands combed the night trying to trace the stars as they bloomed and dissolved in the beauty of their own echoes...
As my voice plummeted into a darkness without tears I heard a distant song that had never been veiled by darkness or light, or the plumes of morning brushing away my outstretched fingers
Trembling at the kiss of light...
It was love that ripped the edges of emptiness
Of shadows soaring through darkness
And starlight falling through itself...
Of a vastness without number or name
Of an infinite beauty that swallowed all things
The puppy dying on the sidewalk
And the drunken man weeping
And the wet hotness sliding down the face of the moon
I am reflections
Memories dissolving
Facets of a spinning jewel that has no substance
Not even light
Looking out looking in
The river of wet
In wet
Slides into a shoreless sea
Unfathomable depths collapse into a soundless sound
Where even sky can no longer see itself
Yet seems to shimmer just so
Poised on the banks of no tomorrow
No one looks for her reflection
Yet she weeps
The wave crashed into itself stunned by its own beauty
Winged lace of light falls gently through its own reflection
Through your fingertips starlight dances
Through your eyes love writes a million songs
Magic beyond magical
This waking dream of light and shadow
And color
Of wind soaring through its own flight
This Dancing dream world
This love ballet
That kisses you as you kiss it
Through these words
On the tip of your tongue
Deep in your belly
deep in your heart
That has no center or edge
They taste their own magnificence
These vowels that hold no sound
These consonants that do not shatter the sky
But paint your unutterable beauty
A watercolor swirls through its own iridescence
Nothing can be said
But love
The loss of meaning and non meaning and anyone to whom it could have significance...
Leaves no one to be free or bound
Freight train through my heart
Rolling thunder of love
Crashes all imaginary walls
Into an atemporal kiss
Dissolving into itself
Like this
Says the ocean
Wet in wet in wet in wet
The horizon untold itself from the story
That wrote our lines
Hung like yesterday’s moonbeams
Never hidden by their own shadows
Light flows into light
And I recognize your smile
We are all basking in each other’s beautiful sunsets.
shimmering mountain shadows
sorrow of endless seas
rush of sun
on your iridescent wings
we fly between this wind song
and the breath of love
First crows
Ancient temple chants
Drift though the morning window
Rhythm of the fan...
One dog barks
What song is not magical?
Who could hold onto the night
Or save the dawn until midnight?
You are the song of day sliding into night
A reflection of moonlight on the shimmering sea
Light falling into light
A brush of wind sailing into wind
Through your eyes
The universe appears
And love and beauty soar
Rushing roaring fleeting flowing dancing
I melt into your eyes
When you realize that you and love are made up
There is no distance
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