Singing singing singing

.....and his words flowed like liquid sunshine pouring through an empty prism and melting the coldest of hearts...........
..,,,. and when the sigh of unkowing untrampled the grasses where love lay bleeding......
the sun rose on her nakedness and a wind of perfection kissed her cheek where tears would never dry


The beautiful myth of separation burns you on its pyre of love
Its naked flame reflects the sublime iridescence of your wings
Unfurling moonlight into the dark
Lit from within and without
This brilliance was never lost...
Or found
It simply seemed to be buried under the illusion of what this should look and feel like...

Life always looks and feels
as it looks and feels...
fire
and ice
Beauty
Ugliness
Ecstasy
Terror
Deep deep sadness
Grief
Love
Desire....
Nothing is hidden
There is no secret to reveal

Knowing deeply beyond thought and feeling
There is no beyond
Nothing more than this magical illusion
All is imagined
There is no sublime or mundane
All wondrous beyond measure
This illusion of one of two
Of many
Of none
Sings these notes that require imaginary separation in order that there be music
Singers
And songs
Love and lovers

You know this seamless beauty and sublime emptiness of which I sing
But you cannot grasp that which is all encompassing
Your hands are unfathomably beautiful as you try to capture the rainbow’s reflection in water
Tears reflect your swirling colors....

there are no things nor anyone to see outside of mind
There is no outside
As inside and outside
Like all this and that
And you
Are products of the mind stream
There is no ‘beyond mind’
The feeling that there is a beyond mind is the suspicion that all thingness is made up...

There are no things to know or understand nor anyone to know or not know them
This realization of no thing ness does not occur to the person but is a profound shift in perspective in the brain
Anything done or not done by the imaginary persona perpetuates the painful illusion of separation


Light pours from its own reflection
Through me as me
A thousand secret suns

Love flows from its own flame
Through me as me
Countless fires burnt me to ash
And as I blew across empty beaches
I pooled in ancient footsteps
That led to the shoreless ocean
Where I drowned
Not just one slaying
It was unending
The crashing of belief
Of illusion
Of edges between the sea and me
Lost in sky reflection
I dance



Love tore the rosary from my hands
The beads unfolded into their original petals
Softly softly
Winged transparent brilliance
Seared this heart
Fell through these hands
That no one owned
Under these tears
Behind these eyes
There is no one
Weeping
Smiling
Laughing
Loving




I looked for myself
Deep within the root of love
I was burnt on love’s pyre
Watched my blood of molten gold
Spill into this enchanted garden
Where I no longer wandered
Searching for the kiss of midnight
And the end of tomorrow

I am a center less jewel spinning
Infinite facets of love radiate
Singing my nameless name
Emptiness flows through emptiness
Space spirals into space
Light and shadow
And colors
Dance
Reflecting sky magnificence
My eyes
Your eyes
Fall into and through each other’s wetness
We are this river of song


wind song streams through wind
erases its own words
as this very breath
sweeps away the memory of breathing
as this love
drowns all ideas of love
as fire
burns the air
consumes itself
and you
a blackened shadow
longing for endless sky
and this brilliant transparency
you cannot see
when you look in the mirror
there is no thing looking
no one wears these empty eyes

forgotten
left on the doorstep of time
my dancing shoes
still waltzing
with the wind
still singing of beauty
always missing
by a thousand petals
this blossoming in my heart

footsteps washed away by wind and surf
the pull and suck of tides
heartbeat of primordial songs
of falling flowers
on the waters
flowing
this naked moonlit dance
of reflected light
shimmering between sea and sky



Searching for yourself in the mirror
Trying to capture the face of love
Perpetuated the belief in other...
In a someone to kiss
In a tomorrow when you would be whole
In a wind to blow you away
To sweep through your innermost desires
And erase you
In an other who would save you
In a love that would slay you
Complete you
Burn you deeper than time
Send starlight through you
And dance you into a whirlwind of lostness
You imagined lay somewhere over the rainbow....

But the eyes were empty
You only imagined someone stood behind the mirror
Looking out
Looking in
No mirror could be found
No end to the rainbow
No separate colors
No light and shadow dancing
No sides
No end to this love
No beginning...

Cloud of unknowing revealed edgeless brilliance
The sun and moon switched places
All is reflected light
We are echoes dancing in the surround sound of love’s deep abyss
Reverberations of multifaceted softness
Exploding
Imploding
Blooming
Wilting

Wind blows through you as you are the wind
Life flows through you as you are life dancing
Drowned in your own embrace
The battlefield was love... and you were it



As beliefs about what you and the world is like
...what you are
What you are not...
You may begin to feel dizzy
Surreal...
Free........
You may try to grasp things but your hand and heart will fall through....
Not even nothing
All reference points will be lost...
The compass spins...
And lands
Nowhere

There is no hand to grasp
No one to land
No shore to the sea of dreams

All the tension of the imaginary lines between an inside and an outside is breaking...
Some snap and the shards pierce you deeply...
As if the sky were shattering.... every piece was a reflection of you...
And there is a discovery that it is all smoke and mirrors...
It feels like dying
It feels like time dies
There can be a mourning of your own death...
Then it’s realized that you never existed
There was never anyone to be free
Or bound
It was just a net of words that could never catch the amazing fluidity of this symphony of perception
This edgeless sensorial display...
And its inseparable recognition....
I called it ‘falling through the cage of words’, but then I realized I was the cage of words, it simply became transparent.

The feeling that we are walking a tightrope between birth and death can disappear into a most marvelous sense of placeless ness...
An edgeless sensuous lostness with no one to be lost or found



Chandeliers of starlight fall
Into and through light
and dark
Burn deep holes in all the secret pockets
Where you tried to hide
All that fear
All that hope
All those doubts and questions
All that love...

all light is extinguished
love bleeds into itself
breathing tears into endless seas

You had been waiting for this sword of wisdom to fall
You had no idea how much it would hurt to have all the
Shards of dreams and empty promises
Brake open your skin your smile your tears your bones your blood your heart your hands your eyes
The ultimate truth an idea without substance
Meaning an empty concept
Like you
Like me
Like love

Moonlight is empty of moon 

Shadows fall through reflected light 

There are no clothes that will hide 

The brilliance that you long for 

That you seek 

That you are

language seemed to shatter the world into an inside and an outside

infinite shards of sky pierced my heart

a lifetime of looking for a solid shore

to view the sunset I feared

to feel my footsteps were a dance

with meaning

and direction

and I cast my dreams into endless seas

and waited for my return

what breaks the enchantment

who crashes through the looking glass

to find there are no sides

nor middle

no ground on which to stand

no one to lead 

or follow

the dance floor fell away...

all ideas of meaning 

and purpose

and any ground of being

anything permanent

or things to change

even love

vanished

the worded world is no longer believed in

yet it is my world

welcome home to a voyager who never left

or returned

mountains sank into sky

sky spilled into sea

rivers of moon soared into my heart

clouds boiled

blood ran through the streets

sunset broke the horizon

colors poured into a china cup

I drank deeply

light

and shadow

fell into the abyss

what devoured time?

what sank the ship of dreams? 

naked

without number

bathed in evening glow

without fear

I sing

The feeling that there is something missing

The feeling of incompleteness 

Of there being something more 

Or other 

Or better to grasp

The knowing feeling that the word yellow falls a million miles short of Infinite shades of yellow...

Is based on the knowing feeling that the net of words does not capture the slippery flow of life... 

The belief in solidity is never quite believed, and is accompanied, like all belief in imaginary things, with hope and fear

Sometimes terror! 

For if there are no things no reference points whatsoever what does that say about the imaginary holder of things?

You?

Words seem to capture a bite of the streaming sensorial symphony of perception and its inseparable recognition, don’t they?

Yet every shared learned word that appears to create a thing, like “tree” also seems to create a barrier between a you and it.

An imaginary line between inside and outside 

All that is you 

And all that is not you...

And this thing 

Enlightenment 

That you long for is just another idea that is not you 

Like happiness 

Love... 

Intuited unicity is always on 

Merely not recognized when the brain believes its own fleeting description 

It is not a belief or understanding or philosophy 

It cannot and need not be made anew 

And you 

Simply another part of the dream of objectified separation 

Cannot do or not do anything or nothing to make the brain see through its own charade.

my heart was a broken stone

shattered by moonlight

shattered by love

shattered by a million years of loneliness

washed with sunlight 

and clouds

and vast unending seas

tumbled by earthquakes

torn by desire

pierced with shards of itself

reflections scattered my world

lost was nothing

and everything

reckless sea of unknowing

ripped every sail

blew apart the wind itself

sank every ship

of dreams

all harbors vanished

no one was sailing

the rudder an empty dream

leaving no wake or footprint

orbs soar across the vault of sky

kiss their reflection in the fiery sea

blood of stillness

ache of silence

singing singing singing