trying to kiss my reflection in the stream
longing for some solidity
all was lost in the shimmering
the mountains behind me
could not be climbed
nor could I dance in the clouds
the lostness consumed me
kissed me from the inside and out
like I had never been kissed before
subsumed all confusion
and non confusion
all knowing
and not knowing
all meaning
and non meaning
all this
all that
even love
and its kiss
moon
a deathless song of reflections
echoes shimmer
lighting a ghostly path to nowhere
illuminating your feet
love reveals your naked longing
and fear
of the end of tomorrow
and the end of hope
tears
the water of life
love drowns in its own beauty
words upon words upon words upon words
wet in wet in wet in wet
skimming the surface of names
rippling shine and shadow
life dances
like this
between life and death
love answers its own echo
and you hear your own voice
singing your name
bonfire of solitude
rips off the tattered remnants of hope and fear
love simply a name for what has no name
or number
under the waterfall of tears
there is no one wearing this naked wonder
these splendiforus clothes
of light and shadow
and colors
soaring
there is no heart to be bound or free
cannot you see the sparrow
and feel this tender beauty?
cannot you see the sky
and feel this endless vastness?
are you not these feelings?
that truly cannot be held
like a wild mist dancing
and fading
in the early morning light
love has kissed you deeply
and you are her morning song
She was the longing to not feel separate from the wind dancing in the tree tops
And found she was not separate from them
Yet required imaginary lines to sing of them
Wind has no hands
No strings
No words to capture itself
Only in its flowing
Does it exist
Thought stream has no hands
No outside
Or inside
No distance
To erase
It creates all things
And their absence
Wind folds into itself
Singing of wind
We are it’s story
Singing of love
We are love’s story
Tears and your heart
Are handholds in the wind
That has no place
Or emptiness
Simply this breath
These words
That name themselves
This love
That finds itself
Through your eyes
A story book character
Dances in the wind
And is the wind
Dancing
Under closed shutters
Thin thread of morning
Circles the cricket song
The heart holds no secrets
It’s only words that fail
Chambered nautilus unravels
It’s iridescence
Reflecting your beauty
Your heart has always been broken
No strings can play your heart-song
Overtones reverberate
Deeply deeply
You can hear your own voice
You are it’s echo
Swallowing the moon
Images fall through images fall through images fall through images
traceries in the dream seem to coalesce and then dissipate
infinite particles create waves
flowing
words are lightening
severing the world into things
Into the hand of god painting you
Painting him
shadows slide through shadows
light flows through light
cast away words hover on the brink of loneliness
where ropes are frayed
and clouds are tattered
and ocean spray saturates your sunset
with rainbows and forgotten dreams
I am memories
I hear my sonorous voice
sing of endless seas...
and the end of time
footless I wander on the beaches of this shore-less ocean
this home I never left
where no one returned
seaweed tangled in my hair
nakedly loving this dance
this ballet of light and shadow
breathless I waltz
like these windy seas
tossed into moonbeams
folded into sensuous lost-ness
never a light to find
never any darkness to lose
super saturated with brilliance
wind dances with wind
sweeps my heart across the dance floor
like this
my fingers slide across the keyboard
singing my morning song
as it sings me into the morning
longing for some solidity
all was lost in the shimmering
the mountains behind me
could not be climbed
nor could I dance in the clouds
the lostness consumed me
kissed me from the inside and out
like I had never been kissed before
subsumed all confusion
and non confusion
all knowing
and not knowing
all meaning
and non meaning
all this
all that
even love
and its kiss
moon
a deathless song of reflections
echoes shimmer
lighting a ghostly path to nowhere
illuminating your feet
love reveals your naked longing
and fear
of the end of tomorrow
and the end of hope
tears
the water of life
love drowns in its own beauty
words upon words upon words upon words
wet in wet in wet in wet
skimming the surface of names
rippling shine and shadow
life dances
like this
between life and death
love answers its own echo
and you hear your own voice
singing your name
bonfire of solitude
rips off the tattered remnants of hope and fear
love simply a name for what has no name
or number
under the waterfall of tears
there is no one wearing this naked wonder
these splendiforus clothes
of light and shadow
and colors
soaring
there is no heart to be bound or free
cannot you see the sparrow
and feel this tender beauty?
cannot you see the sky
and feel this endless vastness?
are you not these feelings?
that truly cannot be held
like a wild mist dancing
and fading
in the early morning light
love has kissed you deeply
and you are her morning song
She was the longing to not feel separate from the wind dancing in the tree tops
And found she was not separate from them
Yet required imaginary lines to sing of them
Wind has no hands
No strings
No words to capture itself
Only in its flowing
Does it exist
Thought stream has no hands
No outside
Or inside
No distance
To erase
It creates all things
And their absence
Wind folds into itself
Singing of wind
We are it’s story
Singing of love
We are love’s story
Tears and your heart
Are handholds in the wind
That has no place
Or emptiness
Simply this breath
These words
That name themselves
This love
That finds itself
Through your eyes
A story book character
Dances in the wind
And is the wind
Dancing
Under closed shutters
Thin thread of morning
Circles the cricket song
The heart holds no secrets
It’s only words that fail
Chambered nautilus unravels
It’s iridescence
Reflecting your beauty
Your heart has always been broken
No strings can play your heart-song
Overtones reverberate
Deeply deeply
You can hear your own voice
You are it’s echo
Swallowing the moon
Images fall through images fall through images fall through images
traceries in the dream seem to coalesce and then dissipate
infinite particles create waves
flowing
words are lightening
severing the world into things
Into the hand of god painting you
Painting him
shadows slide through shadows
light flows through light
cast away words hover on the brink of loneliness
where ropes are frayed
and clouds are tattered
and ocean spray saturates your sunset
with rainbows and forgotten dreams
I am memories
I hear my sonorous voice
sing of endless seas...
and the end of time
footless I wander on the beaches of this shore-less ocean
this home I never left
where no one returned
seaweed tangled in my hair
nakedly loving this dance
this ballet of light and shadow
breathless I waltz
like these windy seas
tossed into moonbeams
folded into sensuous lost-ness
never a light to find
never any darkness to lose
super saturated with brilliance
wind dances with wind
sweeps my heart across the dance floor
like this
my fingers slide across the keyboard
singing my morning song
as it sings me into the morning
Cast adrift as starlight’s song
Words are fire
Ancient and new
Words are fire
Ancient and new
Creating you
Erasing you
This puzzle box has no key
No entrance
No exit
It unravels as it does
When it’s realized there are no things to untangle
No goal to reach
No one striving to capture this magic
This wondrous unknowable life
Dances itself
Tree tops in the wind
One leaf falls
Golden evening sun
The river flows
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