Can you feel your wings beating my heart?

how can I shape my lips my teeth my tongue

this mouth that cannot hold the roundness of vowels

or mimic the staccato of midnight crickets

which seems to embrace the dark

and fold hidden light into its unseen wings

spinning a song of familiar and foreign sounds 

that breath the ease of quiescence

that dance across this page

and resonate in your skull

and spark the fire of this magic of unknowing

this beautiful flame of love that burns itself

how can I sing of the softness of love

that flows through your very finger tips 

your skin

your eyes

your ears

this unformed sensorial display

this bounty of love

this feast of desire

this timpani of life

light and dark and wind and the longing the loving

the ache of unfathomable beauty

life flowing in you through you as you

it has no words yet is these very words

that punctuate that paint this edgeless stream 

into shape and color and sound and movement 

this shifting flowing web of words 

a sigh a whisper the caress of wind 

the scent of its softness

I want to distill a million suns into an elixir of light magic

that you can drink and find yourself intoxicated

with the day and night and the knowing 

that nothing can be known

that you are an imaginary point of light

in this star filled sea

a reflection of endless skies

soaring through endless skies

light and space and nothing at all

tumbling though light and space

and nothing at all

I want to fill every secret pore of your being with wonder

in love with the love of all and everything

knowing that there is no light or reflection

no love 

no beauty

without you 

a dream dancer of ephemeral beauty

without a center or edge

rushing tumbling waters pouring through deep dark canyons

sliding into unending seas

rainbows trembling between sea and sky and disappearing

into their own reflection

echos of moon slide through your eyes

and reveal love's heart magic

that has always pierced your beautiful heart

this love that was never yours

nor mine

as this love cannot be found

nor lost

nor held

nor given away

Words weave this web of mirrors
This enchantment that we are
Shifting transparencies
Slide through one another
Bloom and wilt
With no ground upon which to grow

Not even vast spaciousness
Or an expanse of one
Skin a word used to keep us from flying apart
Who resides in this head
This heart
These cells
These nouns and verbs
This pulsating light ballet

Fly away away away
Sighs the sun who whispers your name.
As she melts into her own light
This sensuous love display
Falls through your fingers
You disappear into words
Into letters
Into points of light
With no meaning or non meaning
Star reflections shimmering on a midnight sea
Up and down have lost their bearing
The compass has lost its magic
Home a word like love
That you cannot return to
As you never have left

Words are smoke signals across the canyon
Whispers in the dark
Messages in a bottle
You cannot read or understand
Trying to unfold their meaning
Pasting signs upon the sky
They do not lead or follow
Nothing signifies nothing
Love letters from the waves
Drown you
Submerge you in their emptiness

You emerge on the banks
Of a shoeless ocean
The faint cry of a seabird
Echoes fly through you
There is no vessel to hold the wind
Only words which seem to capture
And hold a center in the dream
Around which life flows
And beckons you to sing

Words paint color and flavor
Taste the thought dream in your head
Seem to take a snapshot
Of a mirror looking back...

These are not mine, nor are they your words
They etch sky with sky
Twirl us into this daydream
Of reflections on a river...

No one stands on the bank
Watching
We are this very flow of thought dreams
Of memories that echo on the sandy bottom
Afterimages swirling into whirlpools
Gathering in deep hollows
Hidden under the banks
Where shadows fall through their own darkness

the river weeps at her own beauty
slides back into herself
Love is a word painted on a mirror
falling through her reflection
Erasing all sides
Leaving not even a middle
Or a sandy shore
Where no one waits for her beauty
Walking along the shore
Sending smoke signals in the dark
They have always said, ‘I love you’
These messages that write themselves
With water on the waters
Within and without merely an illusion
This love dream that paints itself
And washes itself away....

it is the magic of life that has no edge nor form or space 

that has no center or sound or taste or name

that names itself as your lips begin to mimic the sound

of wind dancing through the deep dark forest

of tree tops flowing

leaves sparkling

morning birds singing

and bathing in the fresh air light

the sound of love's heart magic forms your belly

your heart

your lungs

your mouth

and sings your very breath into being

this breath that has no form

that no one breathes

until love sings your name

and beckons you

into this dream time dance

of one of two of many of none

love spinning the flowing web of words

that seem to separate sea from sky

and you from me

so that we may dance

in love as love through love

and gaze into each other's eyes

and see the echo of our reflection 

and say, 'I love you'

my story is everyone's stories

galaxies spinning radiating pulsing 

the heartbeat of this and that

light and dark

an embrace of nothing and everything

fullness and emptiness

fall through each other

not even nothing is left

we are love's memories

tattoos of wind

in wind

flowers slide off the tapestry 

woven with color and shape and sound

all words spin this echo land daydream 

tales of thunder

and deep deep kisses

and laughter rippling across the night time sea 

reflections slide into and through each other

expanding ever outward

and inward

weaving threads of light 

into this love ballet

a flowing fabric of time and shadows

dancing down the empty streets of time

echoing footless steps

the hush of wings

without feathers

carpet of moon flows through you

wind soars through a photograph of wind

resplendent light

above and below

earth and sky kiss in the middle

all and everything 

erased by this tsunami of love

reappearing as a love ballet

pirouetting into itself

can you feel your wings

feathers of light

beating my heart?

the sea of peace has no safe harbor

no one can sail there

as there is no distance to cross

this unfathomable mystery

the glorious un-nameable shore

that beckons you

does not exist

the sirens that pull your daydreams

and steer your dreams at night

will break your wildest dreams of love 

on the rocks of love

the mystery is that nothing can be known

as there are no things to know

nor anyone to know

that all the known world

of suns and moons and clouds

sliding across the vast expanse of sky

are simply ideas of separate things

painted by your brain

that there is a sailing vessel 

and wind

and a rudder

and a wheel

and someone to grasp it

that there is a direction

a goal to reach

and a someone to reach it

is simply a beautiful illusion

beyond which

nothing can be known

there is no beyond

nor before

nor anything to grasp

no ground of being

upon which to stand

nor anyone to stand there

yet here we are

sailing uncharted seas together 

doesn't the wind feel marvelous on your sun soaked skin?

how it plays with your hair just so...

how the sunset blooms so beautifully in your eyes

how I can see my reflection in your tears

and your reflection in mine...

watching the dolphins play in our wake

surfing the late afternoon glow...

we sail the ocean of love together

fire in our eyes

in love as love through love

we are this sea of dreams

seared by secret suns

drowned in unfathomable sorrow

love washed my shadow

in yesterday's winds

she wrung out every tear

until I thought I might die of lack of sorrow

and infused me with an endless supply

...it is love herself that weeps

it was never my heart that ached for love

never my shadow dancing on the canyon walls

just light and shadow waltzing

nameless

breathless

love has no name

not even mine

when you say 'I love you'

there is simply nothing here

not even empty space

I am not an empty mirror

there is no reflection without you

no love without two

knowing there is not two

nor even one

explodes all ideas of love

as she sweeps every shred of light and shadow 

into her empty breast

you find it is your own love

that swallows you whole

or consumes you piece by piece

it hurts like hell 

but always feels 

just right

when her dinner is done

she starts with the night

and does not stop

until there is no one left to die

I arise in the loving

knowing there is no one to love

to give it

or receive it

or bask in her reflection

we are dancers 

bathed in love's light

her shimmering echo

reverberates across the canyon walls

love has no source

but does not exist

without us

a mirrored glance

swallowed a million suns

fell through itself

burning

what swept me into my own reflection

to see that there was no one on either side?

faded photographs

peeling in the summer sun

ashes on the sidewalk

where I used to run bare-foot through the searing light

and cool cool shadows...

where I danced 

bathed in naked moon

second hand light

burning

there is nothing left

after this grand conflagration

it may be fast

or slow

words erase themselves

over and over

until the page is gone

no one wins this shadow land ballet

I never bought a ticket to this symphony of love

that plays itself

without words

or letters

without movement

or stillness

without music

or silence

or love

I am a swirling magic carpet woven from all stories... light twisting and turning around itself....

A golden mirror of iridescent threads...

Spinning a light dream of love 

There is no center.., or edge 

Or beginning 

...or end 

Yet I dance in timeless verses....

The rhythm of love’s memories echoing through the mind stream sing the story of me... a fairy tale character dancing on the edge of a feather 

Between love and nothing at all 💞

when it is known and felt that there are no things to be changing or permanent... no reference points whatsoever ...there is a sublime emptiness.... 

but the first glimpse of this can be horrifying... most slip into the cover of darkness... of belief and philosophy of what this is... no one chooses to face the void... or run away... but for some the void swallows all and everything.... including them....

I am not here to comfort seekers or give any kind of relief from pain 

Enlightenment is not about feeling better!

Anything said that might wobble the ideas the concepts the beliefs and assumptions that you are will hurt! 

And that’s what awakening feels like! It feels like dying!

As you are these beliefs, if they are challenged or the tool of using ambiguous phrases that leave the mind hanging 

With no where to go... 

to skip the thought stream out of habitual grooves...

puts a chink in the wall of assumed knowing...

let a little bit of unknowing, 

Of light in.....

When basic assumptions of who you think you are 

And not 

Become uncertain....

What is identity?

What are the parameters that define you?

What are you

What are you not?

Let’s seeeeeeeee

I’m kind 

Except when I’m not 

Ummmmm

I’m a calm person 

Except when I’m not....

I hate anger

Except when I like it....

I’m not like that 

Or her 

Or him 

Or them....

Or am I?

These thoughts define you 

Without thought you are not 

You ARE the thought stream... 

Inquiry does not cause the shift 

It is uncaused 

Yet if I can encourage the fire that’s already in your heart and block all the exits....

Well you’ll find it is your own flame that burns you 

And I had nothing to do with it.

you are a thin thread of certainty

tip toeing gingerly to the edge of the known world

what's over there?

what cannot be seen?

there has to be something better

something more

something other than this

....something!!!

someone who knows what the hell is going on!!!

some safe place to rest...

a harbor from doubt

a relief from the constant anxiety 

and fear 

of unknowing...

of death...

there has gotta be something to fill in the blanks

the unknowing 

that you fear

the big gaping maw of emptiness

of meaninglessness

that swirling feeling of being capsized 

of being adrift 

no steering 

no rudder

no sails

no wind

no boat

no sea to hold you up

no sky to embrace you

no familiar suns and moons

and stars to lead you to your home...

there is no one to return

to the home that no one left

you are a fairy tale princess

without a castle

clouds forming and dissolving

are more substantial than you

but you can see faces in the clouds

dissolving into sky

there is no sky

nor clouds 

without you

all hand holds are illusion

there is no one falling

all ideas are false

including truth

everything I say 

is a lie

painting the dream of separation

the only world we can know

we emerge in this dance of words

ideas playing in the thought stream

that has no beginning nor end

nor inside nor outside

no prior nor after...

but ends when the body and brain die

as you are this thought dream

you disappear as well

but then you never existed

neither did I 

we are imaginary lovers

dancers in this wind ballet

of wind pirouetting with wind...

sweeping across the wide open deserts

and up into the high mountains

carrying water and rainbows 

to weep among the clouds

surging into streams and rivers pouring into deep dark canyons

longing to merge with the ocean vast

and dive into the fathomless depths of love

where we disappear into each other

laughing and crying

wet in wet in wet in wet

sky in sky

light in light

space in space

everything into everything 

nothing into nothing

 I am not here to make you feel better

This is not about feeling better! This is about having all the beliefs about what you are and what you are not 

What the world is and what it is not 

All ideas of truth meaning and enlightenment being ripped apart 

And as you are those ideas, those beliefs, you are fighting mad,

As your very existence is being challenged.

And if those beliefs 

That wall of assumed knowing begins to fall it can be scary as hell and can feel like you are dying 

But as the light begins to shine through the cracks it also may feel good.... 

most however rush to the darkness of habitual belief 

Or find new philosophies to fill in the big maw of the void of not even nothing... that you fear 

And long for 

Love can look like a butterfly kiss or a lion’s roar 

If you are looking for optimum physical health you may just read a headline that gives you good news about your bad habits that says something like, ‘butter is back’, and go with that.  Or you may delve further and recognize that that study was done by the dairy industry you might discover that many studies are done by the meat and dairy and nut industry and find other scientific research that shows a low-fat plant-based whole food diet is best for optimum health, and for preventing treating and curing many diseases, and you might go with that.

If you are looking for psychological well-being something which is more subjective based on what people say how they feel before and after various things you may look around and find something that feels right and try that. 

If you are looking for something called enlightenment, you will find a teacher or method or practice that confirms the beliefs you already have about enlightenment. 

The most common ones would be that enlightenment happens to the person, that it is something that is achieved by a path or a method, that it is a belief or understanding, or that it is something you can get, or that it is something that can be taught or learned or given away.  

You might want to consider what is enlightenment? where did you get all those ideas about it? why do you want it?

do you imagine that is it escape from your thoughts feelings and actions or beliefs... and escape from your troubles and woes and escape from your beautiful human-ness?

Do you think that it is finding that you are not this little self but in fact you are something far grand.... a big self or pure consciousness or awareness or even... God?

Do you think it is about becoming a perfect person... selfless? 

If so, you will find teachers that confirm this.  there you will be on a path ...forever trying to improve yourself ....forever trying to fix that what you feel is broken ....all of these methods will confirm that you are broken, that there is something wrong with you, and that you must do something or cease from doing other things in order to get this elusive goal of imaginary perfection. 

I know without a doubt that you are beautiful beyond belief just as you think you are.  I know that you are not broken or flawed in any way.  I know you can never see that...

No one can see their own beauty...

And I weep 

I weep when I see you scratching at the walls that define you 

Trying to escape the most beautiful gift in the universe... yourself 💞

I am not enlightened.

No one is enlightened....

No one in the history of mankind has ever become enlightened.

If part of enlightenment is the realization that the self is imaginary, how could an illusion recognize that it is illusion?

Enlightenment is a profound shift in perspective that occurs in the brain, when it is realized that the world of this and that and things, and selves, and time, is its own mental fabrication, that ALL separation is imaginary.

this is not the end of the dream of objectified separation, in fact enlightenment is the dream as well, as it requires imaginary separation to recognize unicity.  It requires imaginary separation for the awareness of of aliveness... the awareness of awareness...

When imaginary separation is no longer believed, there is no longer the FEELING of there being separate things... or events... it is a life free from hope and fear and need of an imaginary next.  It is a life of the awe and joy of simply being... 

When the self is recognized to be illusion, the dream does not end... self does not disappear... It is known that this mentally fabricated worded world is the only world we exist in, that we are the dream, that there is no outside to the dream, as inside and outside, like all this and that is made up.  This is it, Coyote. This is it, what ever it looks and feels like.  

It never feels like life is happening to a someone or that a someone is doing life. It is known that no one including yourself is the instigator of their belief or feeling or thought or action... that we are all a swirling thought collage of belief and preference and memory.... 

I cannot find anything or anyone here... or there

We exist only as reflections in each other's beautiful eyes... 

We are the portals through which love and beauty enter the universe... 

It feels like a constant falling in love

like a continuous union of what was never apart

returning over and over to a home you never left

a recognition that the walls you were trying to escape, the self, is the greatest gift of all. 

That all separation is illusion doesn't mean the physical world does not exist. Some imaginary things refer to the physical world, like bodies and rocks and mountains.  Some imaginary things are purely imaginary like selves and tomorrow. Knowing that you and I and love are made up is not the end of love.... 

it is the beginning... 

it is colors and shapes... flowing... never caught, but seemingly held in the imaginary net of words, like color and shape... and movement...  

It is a wind ballet of wind in wind

sky in sky

light in light

space in space

everything in everything

nothing in nothing....

It is far more wondrous than I could have ever wished for or believed or imagined... yet it has always been on, simply never noticed.... and as this unicity is always the case, it cannot and need not be brought about anew.

No one knows how this profound shift occurs, but it seems to happen despite all the things people try to do to get it... as it cannot be got.  It is an empty prize for no one.

It is not a goal or achievement. All trying to do something or not do anything perpetuates the illusion of a doer, and a goal to reach, like trying to capture the ripples in a pond, all that happens is your hand makes more ripples...    

Yet it may happen that the path collapses, the ground collapses and every idea of a goal to reach and someone to reach it collapse. It is a ripping and shredding of all you have assumed to be true about yourself and the world including all ideas about enlightenment and truth and meaning and non meaning... and It hurts like hell because these are the imaginary lines that define you.

It is the end of belief in belief. It is like dancing on the edge of a feather between love and nothing at all.

In love as love through love

neither full nor empty

life doing itself

utterly spontaneously 

just like this

vast limitless edgeless.... when one tries to imagine this... like infinity.... the mind spins into a beautiful unknowing.... I would do this as a kid... I loved the emptiness....

Words weave this web of mirrors 

This enchantment that we are 

Shifting transparencies

Slide through one another

Bloom and wilt

With no ground upon which to grow

Not even vast spaciousness

Or an expanse of one

Skin a word used to keep us from flying apart

Who resides in this head

This heart

These cells

These nouns and verbs 

This pulsating light ballet

Fly away away away

Sighs the sun who whispers your name.

As she melts into her own light

This sensuous love display

Falls through your fingers

You disappear into words 

Into letters 

Into points of light 

With no meaning or non meaning

Star reflections shimmering on a midnight sea

Up and down have lost their bearing

The compass has lost its magic 

Home a word like love 

That you cannot return to

As you never have left

Words are smoke signals across the canyon

Whispers in the dark
Messages in a bottle
You cannot read or understand

Trying to unfold their meaning 

Pasting signs upon the sky 

They do not lead or follow

Nothing signifies nothing 

Love letters from the waves 

Drown you 

Submerge you in their emptiness

You emerge on the banks 

Of a shoeless ocean

The faint cry of a seabird 

Echoes fly through you 

There is no vessel to hold the wind

Only words which seem to capture 

And hold a center in the dream

Around which life flows

And beckons you to sing

Words paint color and flavor
Taste the thought dream in your head
Seem to take a snapshot
Of a mirror looking back...

These are not mine, nor are they your words
They etch sky with sky
Twirl us into this daydream
Of reflections on a river...

No one stands on the bank
Watching
We are this very flow of thought dreams
Of memories that echo on the sandy bottom
Afterimages swirling into whirlpools
Gathering in deep hollows
Hidden under the banks
Where shadows fall through their own darkness

the river weeps at her own beauty
slides back into herself
Love is a word painted on a mirror
falling through her reflection
Erasing all sides
Leaving not even a middle
Or a sandy shore
Where no one waits for her beauty
Walking along the shore
Sending smoke signals in the dark
They have always said, ‘I love you’
These messages that write themselves
With water on the waters

Within and without merely an illusion 

This love dream that paints itself
And washes itself away....