Wind finds no purchase as it falls through its own caress
Love soars from no where to no where weaving a song that has no end or beginning
But we hear our names when love sings
‘Like this’ we say
most only see an empty afterimage
I move my arm across the sky and see and feel life to be a three d light fabric
Transparent and sublimely beautiful
And the dream sings itself
Like this
Infinite ocean soars through itself
Kisses itself
Paints itself as beautiful
Through your eyes
Water ripples through water and cannot see it’s own wetness
Without your eyes
You can feel this aliveness that you are
Sky draws a line in sky
with sky
In forms you
Out forms you
It’s all sky
Unfathomable
Falling through this dream of aliveness
Aware of aliveness
Aware of awareness
Scintillating iridescence is not separate from the water or its wetness
Beyond words there is not even nothing
The feeling that there is something unspeakable is the knowing
Deep down
That nothing can be known
That there is no one separate to know
To grasp
To gather the sky into your heart
The feeling that there is some thing other than this
Is the knowing feeling
Deep down
That there are no things
And the dream of separation is
A dream
Made up
And you,
A choice-less hologram,
With no things from which to choose
You know this
But cannot grasp it
It is unthinkable
That there are no things
No time
No beauty
No love
No self
No other
No better
No more
No next
This unspeakable majesty which is everything and nothing has no edge or center. As there is no outside, there are no things outside of it and no inside. As there is no outside there is nothing that can be added or taken away. There are no things that are interconnected or interrelated, and it is not one big thing that can be split apart.
Utterly spontaneously life does itself. There are no things, yet all and everything is included. All this and that is made up, mentally fabricated, like an edgeless sea painting a line in itself with water, there is no actual separation, only imaginary separation.
All thought emotion and action happens completely naturally and is not separate from the awareness of this symphony of perception. No one or thing does anything or nothing. There is no separation period.
There are no words for this infinite spaciousness without space... this atemporal seamless flow that has no movement or non movement.
You may feel you have glimpsed this edgeless emptiness and feel like you have lost it. But no one has it as there is no you to grasp it, the mind cannot fathom it. There is nothing to have there is no goal to attain. There are no hands that are empty and need to be filled.
Unicity is always the case and looks and feels like anything at all! It need not and cannot be made anew. As it includes everything, and there is no here nor there where else could it possibly be? As there are no separate parts or moments or events or selves, there is no one who can do or not do anything or nothing to see this.
It is always seeing itself! Just as life seems to appear, right now right here, as there is no other, no outside or inside or next. Through the entire spectrum of your beautiful humanness through the fullness of life as it flows, life is aware of itself, aware of being aware, through the infinite display of imaginary separation.
This is not a concept that can be grasped or a philosophy, it is wondrously unthinkable! Trying to understand this sublime emptiness makes it appear that there is a you and a thing called emptiness. But there are no things or non things. Not even things that are composed of emptiness.... every word seems to slice up infinite spaciousness and this is how the dream of separation paints itself... these very words seem to create things and time... and a you who is reading them... and a me who is singing... but this is simply the most scrumptious passion play spinning tales of you and me and we....
Anything said about the dream is the dream
Including this
There is no ultimate truth
nor lies
No wrong or right
This perfect love
Slides through itself
A tidal wave of vastness
Soars
In the hush before dawn
Trees embrace this stillness
Holding vastness in their naked branches
Cricket song is over
Robins sleep
Last wisp of moon
Sails over the canyon wall
Leaves the birdbath
That gathered moonbeams all night
Empty
sun cannot bask in its own warmth
or see its own light
does the wind hear itself?
can water know its own wetness?
a mirror without a reflection is not a mirror
without the lens of self
there is no light or warmth or wind kissed beauty
you are the light of the world
through you love and beauty enter the universe
under the door mat you found a key
like the magic stone you carried in your pocket long ago
you just knew it would bring the shower of rainbows you longed for
the rock and brass get polished with hope
how beautiful the belief in other better more and next
and in a magic door that will lead you there
what would you be without it?
The thought stream continues but there is no one separate from it to believe it, or to try to accept it or reject it, or manipulate it in any way.
the thought stream, running commentary is not believed. there is no solidity to the thought stream. its all even and equal... whether it is someone talking about purple unicorns on the moon or politics or whether it will rain on Tuesday.
it has no meaning nor non meaning like the tree tops dancing in the wind.
there is no belief or feeling that anyone including myself is the instigator of thought or belief or feeling or action...
it is known always and felt always that all separation is made up.... a seamless edgeless love song singing itself like this
thought continues somewhat as before... but there is no more constant self correction... no more thought that myself or others or the world is broken....no more hoping that it can be fixed or thinking of ways to fix myself or others or the world... there is no more trying to figure this out! lol...
everyone looks like a movie star to me
unutterably beautiful
knowing there is no perfection nor non perfection
and no things to be changing or permanent
no one underlying thing
no source
no where to go
no one to arrive
it feeeeeeeeeeels
perfect
utterly naturally spontaneously perfect
a lifetime swirls in the glass
I bathe in sunset
the song of crystalline waters
is memories flowing
crashing into thoughts of an imaginary future
creating an illusion of a center
there is not even nothing here
or there
drinking deeply
this magnificence
saturated with awe
inseparable from the dance
of twoness
swallowing oneness
swallowing twoness...
oneness, another idea
like you
this is too simple for the mind to grasp
and too terrible to consider
that the imaginary persona
cannot change the brain
from which it and all thingness springs
your known world is made of words
and no rearranging of them
will slice up the sky
or put it back together
I was hanging by unseen threads
looking for a path through the deep deep dark night
I fell through the sides of my face
and found no middle
nor other side of darkness
only a cricket song seemed to stitch together points of light
into a tapestry of wonder
but it too lost its foothold
and fell into the stars
which had fallen
out of their homes
unraveling unravelling
there was no hand to grasp the needle
as it stabbed my heart
again and again
until there was no inside
or outside
to this song of light and dark
blood stained
and tattered
I am an ordinary woman
who sees all as extraordinary
I cannot see myself
for there is nothing here
or there
but when you call my name
it is love singing
and we find each other
in the wetness of our eyes
reflections spinning...
I get dizzy
when I see your beauty
we are echos whirl pooling
a call and answer love song
sky written
dissolving into its own embrace
what is the sound of moonlight?
where is the wind that swooned through the long summer grasses
late one night
long ago
where I lay weeping?
where is yesterday's sunrise?
what is in between a kiss and your lips?
where is the inside of this poem?
my heart is the sound of flowers weeping
wind flowers
petals fall softly
spider web of moonlight
footfalls on the sidewalk
I looked for a way that had no path
and tried not to try
to stitch all the words I had passionately read
together into a love song
that would slay me
pierce my heart forever
until time lost its grasp
on nothing
until love stopped my breath and my heart
and wrote its elegant name in the empty spaces
without letters or sounds or symbols
so that I might hear the soundless music that seemed to move me and the stars and paint the endless sky...
but when love eviscerated me
and skinned me alive
even love ran away
there was not even nothing under the skin
my very nakedness clothed nothing
not even emptiness was left...
there were no stars
or anything to move them
there was no sky
or mountains to climb
there was no sea to cross
there were no sides...
no ground of being
nor anyone to find or lose love...
nothing I had read could prepare me that there were no things
nor anyone to grasp or let go
after the tsumami I found myself washed ashore, wandering the beaches of a shoreless sea
I can find my footprints in the sand only when there is someone to walk with
all lines in the sand are drawn with sand
wind blows them away and sails through itself
life flows through me as me
its utterly amazing, that life happens all by itself...
knowing and feeling this, life is like a love song singing itself through my lips
What you call reality
The only world you can know
Is composed of learned beliefs
One may be the belief that there is meaning or an ultimate reality
And the only place you can look for it
Is the swirling collage of beliefs you are
how beautiful to recognize the beauty of recognizing beauty
Love soars from no where to no where weaving a song that has no end or beginning
But we hear our names when love sings
‘Like this’ we say
most only see an empty afterimage
I move my arm across the sky and see and feel life to be a three d light fabric
Transparent and sublimely beautiful
And the dream sings itself
Like this
Infinite ocean soars through itself
Kisses itself
Paints itself as beautiful
Through your eyes
Water ripples through water and cannot see it’s own wetness
Without your eyes
You can feel this aliveness that you are
Sky draws a line in sky
with sky
In forms you
Out forms you
It’s all sky
Unfathomable
Falling through this dream of aliveness
Aware of aliveness
Aware of awareness
Scintillating iridescence is not separate from the water or its wetness
Beyond words there is not even nothing
The feeling that there is something unspeakable is the knowing
Deep down
That nothing can be known
That there is no one separate to know
To grasp
To gather the sky into your heart
The feeling that there is some thing other than this
Is the knowing feeling
Deep down
That there are no things
And the dream of separation is
A dream
Made up
And you,
A choice-less hologram,
With no things from which to choose
You know this
But cannot grasp it
It is unthinkable
That there are no things
No time
No beauty
No love
No self
No other
No better
No more
No next
This unspeakable majesty which is everything and nothing has no edge or center. As there is no outside, there are no things outside of it and no inside. As there is no outside there is nothing that can be added or taken away. There are no things that are interconnected or interrelated, and it is not one big thing that can be split apart.
Utterly spontaneously life does itself. There are no things, yet all and everything is included. All this and that is made up, mentally fabricated, like an edgeless sea painting a line in itself with water, there is no actual separation, only imaginary separation.
All thought emotion and action happens completely naturally and is not separate from the awareness of this symphony of perception. No one or thing does anything or nothing. There is no separation period.
There are no words for this infinite spaciousness without space... this atemporal seamless flow that has no movement or non movement.
You may feel you have glimpsed this edgeless emptiness and feel like you have lost it. But no one has it as there is no you to grasp it, the mind cannot fathom it. There is nothing to have there is no goal to attain. There are no hands that are empty and need to be filled.
Unicity is always the case and looks and feels like anything at all! It need not and cannot be made anew. As it includes everything, and there is no here nor there where else could it possibly be? As there are no separate parts or moments or events or selves, there is no one who can do or not do anything or nothing to see this.
It is always seeing itself! Just as life seems to appear, right now right here, as there is no other, no outside or inside or next. Through the entire spectrum of your beautiful humanness through the fullness of life as it flows, life is aware of itself, aware of being aware, through the infinite display of imaginary separation.
This is not a concept that can be grasped or a philosophy, it is wondrously unthinkable! Trying to understand this sublime emptiness makes it appear that there is a you and a thing called emptiness. But there are no things or non things. Not even things that are composed of emptiness.... every word seems to slice up infinite spaciousness and this is how the dream of separation paints itself... these very words seem to create things and time... and a you who is reading them... and a me who is singing... but this is simply the most scrumptious passion play spinning tales of you and me and we....
Anything said about the dream is the dream
Including this
There is no ultimate truth
nor lies
No wrong or right
This perfect love
Slides through itself
A tidal wave of vastness
Soars
In the hush before dawn
Trees embrace this stillness
Holding vastness in their naked branches
Cricket song is over
Robins sleep
Last wisp of moon
Sails over the canyon wall
Leaves the birdbath
That gathered moonbeams all night
Empty
sun cannot bask in its own warmth
or see its own light
does the wind hear itself?
can water know its own wetness?
a mirror without a reflection is not a mirror
without the lens of self
there is no light or warmth or wind kissed beauty
you are the light of the world
through you love and beauty enter the universe
under the door mat you found a key
like the magic stone you carried in your pocket long ago
you just knew it would bring the shower of rainbows you longed for
the rock and brass get polished with hope
how beautiful the belief in other better more and next
and in a magic door that will lead you there
what would you be without it?
The thought stream continues but there is no one separate from it to believe it, or to try to accept it or reject it, or manipulate it in any way.
the thought stream, running commentary is not believed. there is no solidity to the thought stream. its all even and equal... whether it is someone talking about purple unicorns on the moon or politics or whether it will rain on Tuesday.
it has no meaning nor non meaning like the tree tops dancing in the wind.
there is no belief or feeling that anyone including myself is the instigator of thought or belief or feeling or action...
it is known always and felt always that all separation is made up.... a seamless edgeless love song singing itself like this
thought continues somewhat as before... but there is no more constant self correction... no more thought that myself or others or the world is broken....no more hoping that it can be fixed or thinking of ways to fix myself or others or the world... there is no more trying to figure this out! lol...
everyone looks like a movie star to me
unutterably beautiful
knowing there is no perfection nor non perfection
and no things to be changing or permanent
no one underlying thing
no source
no where to go
no one to arrive
it feeeeeeeeeeels
perfect
utterly naturally spontaneously perfect
a lifetime swirls in the glass
I bathe in sunset
the song of crystalline waters
is memories flowing
crashing into thoughts of an imaginary future
creating an illusion of a center
there is not even nothing here
or there
drinking deeply
this magnificence
saturated with awe
inseparable from the dance
of twoness
swallowing oneness
swallowing twoness...
oneness, another idea
like you
this is too simple for the mind to grasp
and too terrible to consider
that the imaginary persona
cannot change the brain
from which it and all thingness springs
your known world is made of words
and no rearranging of them
will slice up the sky
or put it back together
I was hanging by unseen threads
looking for a path through the deep deep dark night
I fell through the sides of my face
and found no middle
nor other side of darkness
only a cricket song seemed to stitch together points of light
into a tapestry of wonder
but it too lost its foothold
and fell into the stars
which had fallen
out of their homes
unraveling unravelling
there was no hand to grasp the needle
as it stabbed my heart
again and again
until there was no inside
or outside
to this song of light and dark
blood stained
and tattered
I am an ordinary woman
who sees all as extraordinary
I cannot see myself
for there is nothing here
or there
but when you call my name
it is love singing
and we find each other
in the wetness of our eyes
reflections spinning...
I get dizzy
when I see your beauty
we are echos whirl pooling
a call and answer love song
sky written
dissolving into its own embrace
what is the sound of moonlight?
where is the wind that swooned through the long summer grasses
late one night
long ago
where I lay weeping?
where is yesterday's sunrise?
what is in between a kiss and your lips?
where is the inside of this poem?
my heart is the sound of flowers weeping
wind flowers
petals fall softly
spider web of moonlight
footfalls on the sidewalk
I looked for a way that had no path
and tried not to try
to stitch all the words I had passionately read
together into a love song
that would slay me
pierce my heart forever
until time lost its grasp
on nothing
until love stopped my breath and my heart
and wrote its elegant name in the empty spaces
without letters or sounds or symbols
so that I might hear the soundless music that seemed to move me and the stars and paint the endless sky...
but when love eviscerated me
and skinned me alive
even love ran away
there was not even nothing under the skin
my very nakedness clothed nothing
not even emptiness was left...
there were no stars
or anything to move them
there was no sky
or mountains to climb
there was no sea to cross
there were no sides...
no ground of being
nor anyone to find or lose love...
nothing I had read could prepare me that there were no things
nor anyone to grasp or let go
after the tsumami I found myself washed ashore, wandering the beaches of a shoreless sea
I can find my footprints in the sand only when there is someone to walk with
all lines in the sand are drawn with sand
wind blows them away and sails through itself
life flows through me as me
its utterly amazing, that life happens all by itself...
knowing and feeling this, life is like a love song singing itself through my lips
What you call reality
The only world you can know
Is composed of learned beliefs
One may be the belief that there is meaning or an ultimate reality
And the only place you can look for it
Is the swirling collage of beliefs you are
how beautiful to recognize the beauty of recognizing beauty
A rhapsody, a symphony in words. But no conductor. Thank you :-)
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