Liquid Eyes

Dear Reader,

why sky why rain why tears

why do I love

that I cannot know what love is?

your heart was never yours 

there are no hands to hold it 

love has no measurement

it erases imaginary edges 

and has no center

it has no outside 

nor inside 

nothing moves it or tethers it or creates it

it lives and breathes

as everything and nothing

as love and hate

as joy and sorrow

as life and death

this undeniable love

it is not oneness or wholeness

or every-thingness or no-thingness

it has no color yet is all color

it contains nothing

and looks and feels like anything at all love is an echo-land dreamscape

of one of two of many of none

you can hear its chorus

reflecting the song of your aliveness

I can only see myself in your beautiful mirrored garment

love's nakedness dances

and we emerge in the spinning

Sharing the sunrise

Worlds apart

Knowing we can never touch

Lost in each other’s flowing colors...

all this and that is simply an enchanting illusion this brilliant immediacy

utterly obvious

naturally present

vast clear radiant

has no edges nor split nor division anywhere

only in this flowing description

rainbow painting on the river

whirlpools and eddies and waves surging and dissolving longing to greet the ocean

there seems to be a story

and a story teller

but we are sumptuous fairy tales

shadows in the dark

light twirling in light

a wind ballet in wind

wet in wet the water kisses itself

like this pearly iridescent shell...

the vastness calls you from the deep

calls you home

the home you never left

 wind sings of love and love lost 

and beauty pours from your eyes or 

are they mine?

we are this broken hearted beauty 

as real as tomorrow

gilded with sunlight

your filigreed steps

never lingered on the flowing meadow

you found yourself soaring

heart wider than endless sky

the dream of the emptiness of ancient starless nights
 and the fullness of endless kisses

rinsed with eons of tears

swallows dive and swirl

a young girl picks flowers

longing to braid golden sunshine into her hair and dance as the wind

and I remember

rain eases in the morning

diamonds drip from the grasses bowing chorus of finches gathers at the feeder 

I find a small yellow dead body

she could not fly through the window
 nor could I

first traffic

tires on the wet road

all the world is spinning

and I, spun of these very thoughts these very words paint me

as I type them

 hands on my computer

sending messages in a bottle

where someone built a ship long ago and tried to sail away

no one was contained

no one was set free

it was only echoes in the glass

I fell through my reflection

as life poured me out

and in

no one remained to run naked through the grass 

I am this morning song

I drink deeply this wondrous day as day consumes me

softness of wet in wet

slippery sliding through the day

a love poem cannot read itself 

trails of tears cannot lead or follow 

ancient and new these words

that reflect this seamless beauty 

I am a silhouette of mirrors there is no ground

or place to rest

nothing to gather nothing to grow or wither simply sky in sky

colors

dancing

 looking out

looking in

space flows through itself through these liquid eyes

last breath of sun

hovers

waves in the lanterned grasses arrays itself in golden cloud flowers 

slips over the canyon rim

a hush gathers the darkness
 blooming

moonlight

softly softly

nestles under the trees

pools on the garden path

where the wind has forgotten to sing and no one wanders

or awaits the morning

beneath the piles of autumn leaves day sleeps

during the rain she sleeps 

dreaming of rain

billowing in the wind

pushed and pulled from the inside and out sky is filled with tree tops dancing

shine and shadow of leaves shimmering

stories of emptiness

of nakedness, wild and free 

of no one left to be free

 stories of fullness

of mirrored skirts twirling calliopes and carousels

of kissing on the terrace of songs

of weeping on the shore where you waited for the sunrise of broken bent trees bedecked with stars

broken hearts and shattered dreams

and eagles soaring across the canyon

all love stories in the wind

read by no one

heard by everyone

a robin song echoes down the canyon of dancing shadows 

wind sends the scent of mountain pines and rain

memory slides and waves to itself

gathering moonbeams to dance with the light of this daytime dreamtime

where we dance on windswept sands

where we only seem to touch...

it is always only wind dancing

with wind

in this dream of dancing shadows flowing into and through each other 

the kiss of madness

the kiss of fools

the kiss of lovers

the kiss of joy and sorrow

life kisses itself

through these lips

this breath

this song of our aliveness sounds like a love song to me

 trees reach down into earth and stone bleed into leaves and sky

the earth swallows me

as vast sky consumes me

wind and water and and fire adorn this sensuous liquid dance this love ballet

of slow moving tsunamis

a waltz of light and shadow

of sound and silence

skin eyes teeth bone blood

the heart the marrow of my existence

a love dance super saturated with awe 

this stillness that sings through these lines that paints my echo into the canyon where we meet

yet can never touch

I can see your beautiful shimmering

I can hear your sonorous voice singing

the imaginary lines that seem to confine us seem to separate us

the space in between us is imaginary

let us dance in love as love though love this life this life this life

this is the only life we can ever know

there is no boundary

or center

to this love dance

magically appearing and dissolving there is no time

no words to contain it yet love

seems to work just fine

Love, 

Nancy

Sky Deep In Love

When alone

I weep at the beauty 

In tears

I weep at the beauty 

In love 

I weep at the beauty

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