does the dove delight in her early morning splendor?
what aches for the evening sea?
where is the map to this never ending treasure?
what spins fairy tales of a never arising next?
where is the path from everywhere to no where?
what is the taste of no tomorrow?
what happens when all signposts are lost
empty footprints fill with tear light
flood the horizon
sea falls into sky
erases all safe harbors
and anyone to land
you feel it on your breath
the song of empty moonlight
bathing forgotten dreams
with a tender forgotten melody
all words have been lost in the imaginary divide
the abyss which has no sides
love a most beautiful word
signifying nothing
signifying everything
this dream ballet that has no dreamer
softly
softly
murmurs
this is it
and you weep
and you weep
and you weep
this is the treasure
that was never lost
nor found
it was the looking for it
and the knowing that it can never be captured
love slides into love
like this
like this
like this
Wing-ed waves of moonlight
Surf the ocean breeze
Soar through my heart
...beating still
Anointing every ripple
With an unknown perfection
Is this kiss
Of light
Sliding though itself
It’s my eyes that paint the night
With echoes of shine and shadow
Memories twist and twirl
And twine threads
Of ancient echoes
As the fabric of the universe
Unwinds itself
Tattered moonlight dreams
Scatter their reflection into wind
Wind is born of thought
As is the midnight sea...
This fairytale gathers all words
Into a blooming cascading vine
Petals fall into rivers of reflections
Swirling colors hide in silence
And emerge in the singing of them
The ship I sailed into the horizon
Lost the wind and her rudder and all directions
Capsizing all ideas of light and dark
All solidity tumbled down the rocky cliffs
Collapsing into the fathomless ocean
Falling
Falling
Falling
Through the depths that time forgot
Ever lost
Ever found
This sea dream
That sings songs of you and me...
And love
And love lost
We are love’s echo
You can hear her song in the wind
And moon light skimming the ocean
And the saltiness of your tears
Inseparable from the sea
I am a soaring river of shell light
pouring into endless seas
there is no language the ocean does not speak
strange yet familiar sounds reverberate in our hearts
thunder of the surf echoes our names
it is the same name
written with water in water
we are the moon's reflection
shimmering on the waves
on the tallest mountains there are shells
transparent is the night that hides in the day
moon waits to shine in your eyes
she has no existence with out you
nor do I
how can beauty speak of its own beauty?
and why should love sing?
yet it does
always
it is bubbling up from hidden springs
and falling in summer storms
rushing into whirlpools where rare birds perch
...winds singing of the coming winter
light dancing on mountain streams
wandering through long grasses of the highest meadows
plunging down the canyon
tall trees bending over bends and eddies
kissing their reflections in the shimmering
waters sliding into the long hot desert
where the sun drinks deeply
and mirages pull you in to their magic
as you disappear into the long wet roads
that never were
it sings in your deafening cry
of your ultimate aloneness
when love runs through your shadow
and pierces your heart
and you hurt more than you think you ever could
without actually dying
it is the overwhelming joy at finding love
and the deep deep despair and anguish
of love’s demise
in the serene silence of endless ocean
and the colors of morning
dancing on the edge of your glass
it is joy and sorrow and the beauty of life
filling you
emptying you
an imaginary vessel
without sides
or a bottom
life drinks you
as you drink deeply
how can I sing of your unfathomable beauty
of this love
that sings itself
it is not hidden
your trembling tender heart
knows
what song lies in the hollow throat of the moon lilly
late in the evening
before she blooms
...words of pale luminescence sliding into melodies?
or wild and colorful explosions of night?
is she trembling and shy
or eager to sing?
is she the song
or the singer?
or is this moonlight's dream
soaring through the echos of memory
vast wall-less halls of bejeweled reflections
reverberating the songs of night
falling through the daydream of time
and space
and the hush
that falls over the world
when the dream
falls through the dream
and leaves no one dreaming
and no one to awaken
This is a freedom beyond all ideas of freedom or bondage
A love beyond all ideas of love...
Apparent separation seems to occur with every word
Freedom
A word
Love
A word
Word
A word
All words weaving a web of reflections
Echoes spinning into echoes
Yet no source to this magic carpet weaving and unweaving itself...
No one soars though this vast unfathomable emptiness
Yet somehow it is intuited
Without anyone to know it
Or see it..
Neither personal nor impersonal
Nor real nor unreal
Nor true nor false...
Neither moving nor non moving the shimmering walls collapse...
the banks of the river crumble as you slide down through your own footsteps you worked so hard to build...
And the river flows
And the river flows...
Love requires imaginary sides
So we can dance
Spontaneously naturally perfectly life does itself
And looks and feels like anything at all...
Yet there really is no perfection nor imperfection...
As there are no things to be right or wrong
Or in between
There are no sides
Nor middle
To this wind ballet of wind
In wind
Sky pirouettes with sky
Light and dark fall through each other
Never and forever collide...
There are no thoughts or feelings or actions... and no one to do them or think them or feel them...
Yet the passion play continues to paint itself
A watercolor thought dream twirling light and sound
and love...
When I say
I love you
You cannot find anyone there
Or here
Yet here we are...
I love you
Boundless ocean
Ripples bloom underwater
Flowering into infinite petals of light
Waves surf their reflections
Melt into this moon dance
Ni one can see
No one can touch
No one can sing the sigh of the end of time
And what was never found or forgotten
Fathomless depths plunge into endless skies
An unborn silence sings your name
An unborn silence sings your name
You can hear the song of the moon
Pooling where even shadows dare not hide
It is everywhere and no where
Sliding into and through you
Erasing all notions of self and other...
As you dissolve into the wetness that you already are
peering into the throat of a flower
you can hear its silent song
the thunder of the universe blooms
into infinite petals
falling
through the delicate wetness of your eyes
a million suns explode
with every breath
as you dissolve into the brilliance
of light pouring into light
...where did you leave your shadow
when you waltzed with the stars?
the day dream of lack
spun into a daydream of perfection
emptying emptiness itself
into its falling echo
you can hear it
as it slides through your heart
it is the tears of everyone
of no one
it is the feeling of lack
it is the feeling of completion
there is no one to be full
or empty
there are no edges
or middle
in this boundless light
shooting stars leave no footprint
on the sky
wetness dissolves into wetness
stunning
the unspeakable beauty
of no thing
...of everything
where is the weeping
of the summer night?
I love you
and love requires imaginary separation...
it is a beautiful illusion
we are this illusion
thought seems to describe edges, and things, and people, and moments, and events, and these lines may feel to be solid and these things may seem to be real.
but there are really just colors ...flowing... and sounds seemingly emerging
...and all of it falling away as soon as they are perceived, as the perception is not separate from the perceiver...
...a flowing dreamscape without a before or after, or any solidity at all...
...even the word color seems to create things, like red and orange and that sunset that takes your breath away...
it is the longing to get this that seems to create the distance between a you and it...
self is the belief and feeling of separation and the longing for other... for more for better for a never arising next...
you can look around and find there is no edge to what is going on, no outside to what is going on...
yet all thought of other of better of more, of enlightenment simply is what is going on...
there is no center to this swirling thought dream...
no center can be found, as when we try to look inside there is nothing there... just more thought spinning tales of a person who is thinking... of a some one or thing who wears a mask... of an unchanging thing that has belief and feeling and who is watching that sunset, yet that feeling of a center (although it cannot be found) cannot be erased as even the looking for a non existent self seems to perpetuate the illusion of a look-er
this may feel hopeless because it is... no one gets this... it is already the case so it cannot be lost... or found... or created anew
softly
softly
love is the dance
of golden leaves
trembling in the trees
brushed with winter's breath
floating echoes shimmer
it is my heart dancing
slowly
slowly
tumbling down the canyon
pooling at my feet
swirling in the stream
love is its own expression
love holds no words
yet is all words
they mouth themselves
flow through these lips
these teeth
this tongue
this heart
....they are not mine
nor yours
love is un-owned
un-encumbered
there are no boundaries
to love
or life
wind kisses wind
flowing through itself
reflections fall through reflections
echoes of love surf the overtones of forgotten dreams
that were never born
nor die
melodies unsung
listen to their elegant unfolding
this silence
that sings itself
unhinges all corners
ceilings crumble
walls tumble
the very ground
collapses
into the sea of love
that has no center
nor direction
nor cause to be
without edges
love overflows
wetness falls through wetness
in this deep deep kiss
life falls through its own echo
seamless love is known without knowing
how it is known
it needs no one to know it
or sing it
in love as love through love... love sings like this
ocean of love flows into itself
edgeless seamless brilliance pours through its own reflection
echoes stream through the song of their own non existence
wetness dissolves into wetness
fingerprints lose their whirls and swirls
as they melt into this very touch
of one
of two
of many
of none
of a song sung by no one
a pas de deux of reverberations
like endless parentheses
spiraling ever outward
and inward
without end
or beginning
the dance that never was
leaves no footprints
as there is no dance floor
nor ground
on which to stand
there is no solidity at all
nor any feet to find it
without sound or silence
the hush disappears into itself
and leaves no ripples
no sign that it has ever been
or will be
memory floats lyrically on a breeze called time
but does not leave a kiss
on the banks of no tomorrow
sigh of moon
in love with its own beauty
sings your heart
into this very song
Lingering
Aftertaste
Of sunset
Breathes
Caresses the night
With indelible shadows
Moonlight drifts in autumn winds
No one is clothed in reflections
Newly naked trees adorned with stars
Do not hold the sky
Memory of cricket song
Dreams the passing of time
No one stands at the edge of no tomorrow
No one is crushed by the weight of infinity
Or falls into the abyss of unfathomable emptiness
First crow
Silhouette of sky
No horizon can be found
There is no one looking
backwards tumbling
rainbows laughing
echoes dancing
nautilus dream
slowly
slowly
time sinks to the bottom of its own reflection
one leaf
joins the ballet of wind
in wind
dance of golden
echoes tumble through left over skies
gently
gently
mirror
of rippling waters
rips apart this cloth of multi faceted light
my wings were feathered kisses of wind
and sun
no one knew how to fly
I was the longing to become the wind
when the wind blew away the imaginary sides
and found no middle to erase
I disappeared into the flowing
the banks eroded
crumbling the footfalls of all yesterdays
and a million tomorrows
sometimes the river sees its own reflection
in your beautiful eyes
and there is weeping
tears are prisms
all is rainbow light magic
love flows into love
