Love weeps at its own beauty

and all that I had considered good and beautiful exploded into infinite tears and poured through all that I had believed to be repugnant and vile...
never and forever collided as time lost its fingerprints...
all that I had loved and hated about myself and others and the world was subsumed in endless reflections of awe
as I peered into the mirror it crashed through itself
sky fell through sky and there was no one watching

surround sound
heartbeat of existence
reverberates from the inside and out
dissolves all edges
this love symphony sings
I can no longer find my voice
of water flowing in water
wind soaring through wind
neither pushed nor pulled
light illuminates itself
through our liquid eyes


under these swirling mirrored skirts
there is no one dancing
there are no threads to unravel
beneath the warp and woof of time
tapestry unwinds to reveal tattered remnants
wisps of thought
memories
of love's reflection

echo'd glances weave the curtain
that cannot part
but becomes transparent
there is no outside to this passion play
this watercolor dream scape
flowing
this exquisite shimmering
that has no source
no things are real
there are no things
no things are false
catch the breeze in your empty hand
hold on tight
you know this fluid love song
that has no words
yet includes all words
feeling deeply this wind ballet
of one of two of many of none
there are no sides to the mirror
or middle
that you crashed through
when time dissolved into infinite beauty
you are this love song
it sings itself
like this


Joy and sorrow merge and love weeps at its own beauty



You may find yourself slipping
Losing your grip
All handholds lost
The very ground of being collapsing
Sliding down the arc of a rainbow
And up the other side
Catapulted into the vast unknown
Crashing through infinite shards of starlight
Shredding every tattered remnant of what you believed you were
And were not...

You find yourself suspended as nothingness
Soaring naked winged iridescence
Transparent brilliance all
And everywhere
A beautiful unknowing has swallowed the universe of things
All solidity vanished
There is no one who reached the end of the rainbow
All is treasure
Beyond belief or understanding
Or imagination

Yet you find yourself
Dancing in the world of things
The passion play continues
With no acting your part
Stripped of even a nakedness
That no one wears
Watercolor dream scape slides down the river
With no next
There is all subsuming ease
Ever new
Wonder abounds



I am this song
that sings me
there is no one wearing these words
or listening to this music
no one falling through the rhythms
and following the punctuation
consonants are my teeth and bones
vowels are my blood
beating my heart
breathing me
I do not hold them in my mouth
they flow through me
as me
wind
fills me
empties me
as I am the wind
I am love, the lover and the beloved

this kiss of life singing itself is all encompassing
it has no movement
no direction or place
nor beginning
nor end
yet exists only as the movement
and the imaginary intervals that create the melody
these imaginary spaces
between kisses
is where we live






how many words
how many worlds
infinite boundless emptiness
blooms and wilts
he kissed his reflection in the mirror
cold glass

Many teachers and speakers of enlightenment say that this is about accepting what’s going on or letting thought and emotion flow.

It’s quite obvious that this would empower the belief and feeling that there is a someone or thing that is separate from what’s going on and a someone or thing that is NOT thought and feeling.

But

That is exactly what most seekers want!

As they are looking for what they are and imagine and long to discover that they are a permanent unchanging thing 

(Awareness, consciousness, source, true or big self) 

That is not thought and feeling 

That has nothing to do with these unwanted thoughts and feelings 

That will never die...

Seekers throng to these teachers as these teachers never threaten who they are, which is the belief in separation.  They are the assumption of knowing...  of certitude.... of solidity....

If any belief begins to crumble the entire house of cards may fall, but it is not a sliding into an ease of non belief 

It is a ripping and shredding of all that you believe you are and are not, a toppling of all ideas of solidity, and it is not pleasant! It feels like dying... until it’s realized you never existed, that there is nothing under or wearing the persona, that there are no things to put together into some kind of place of rest or understanding... and no one to do so.  That there is no one having belief.  No reference points whatsoever.  

Enlightenment is an empty prize for no one.  

where is the marrow of love?

what is the song love sings?

stripped of flesh and blood and bones

simply empty reflections 

source-less

base-less

there is no one painting the colors in the stream

no one pointing at the moon

nor moon to point to

you are the light

and the reflection

colors bloom through your eyes

water streams through its own wetness

outside and inside are lost in love's caress

they never were 

iridescence remains

when the bubble pops

love has no center

you will not find it

on the garden path

it is the garden and the path and the looking for it

it is the wind and your heartbeat

and these very words that create the spell

the enchantment

that you are

etched with sky in sky

echos sing your name

plum blossoms falling

petals on the river

deep in the garden

that no one plants

or waters

no one wanders

or rests

or lays neath the swaying blossoms

dusted with moonlight

I was hiding under piles of autumn leaves

digging for sunlight

longing for a picture of wind

to blow me away

to breathe love into my heart

and songs in my lungs

I awoke one morning

pierced with super saturated brilliance

coming from everywhere

and no where

erasing all shadows

and imaginary lines between 

you 

and me

and love

love kissed me back into the garden

she was beating my heart

and breathing my lungs

and singing her song

through these lips

and this kiss

of midnight

moonlight

and sun

there is no space between the lips and the kiss

the breath and the song

yet this is where I live