I have no colors without your eyes

long dark rain
morning sleeps
bathed in rainbow dreams

breath of first light
flowing tattered clouds
sky dissolves into sky

words are their echo
rippling through themselves
letters prop up the page
paint the sides
and substance
upon which they are written

sky is its own reflection
it has no source
nor end
its parameters are formed by the very word
sky
no thicker
nor thinner
than thought itself

this love which has no words
is all words
it cannot be spoken of
yet it is this very song
lost and found in the vowels
and consonants
never held
nor captured
love letters never written
nor un-written
beautiful tattered remnants of a fabric
that was never woven
flow through the wind
it paints





my heart lay in the shallow of moon
sweeping windy tides across ancient shores
where no one lay bleeding
or weeping
water into water
wet into wet
I was a mariner longing for safe harbors
and endless oceans
longing and fearing to lose the edges of my heart

love and love lost are the breath of life
singing in the fathomless depths
exploding through the imaginary surface
love swallows sky
it was simply its own reflection
leaning down to kiss itself
with our lips

love drowns in itself
with our lungs
love caresses itself
with our hands
love recognizes itself
with our eyes
we meet
and disappear into each other
love sings itself
like this





love is memories of cherry blossoms
falling
through this placeless heart
through these empty eyes
without memory there are no lovers
nor love
to kiss itself

doves gather at the feeders
swoop up in front of the window
tail feathers arching

spring in fall
summer in winter
seasons have no place...
love blooms
and falls
only in our mind stream

love has no song
but this ocean song that sings itself
it is this very flow of words
that paints its movement
and its stillness

for what is the sound of moonlight
when there are no lovers to listen?





silver sea
silver sky
lost between shadows
rainbow light shimmers
and dissolves
into its own echo

love a song of light
and dark
dissolving
into their mirrored reflections

unwrapping the swirling rainbow dream
colors slid off the paper
words fled into letters
vowels and consonants abandoned their sounds
lines and squiggles could no longer capture
pure space
that had no space
pure light
that had no light
there was not even nothing in the core
all grasping
dissolved with my hands

trying to reach the other side
I crashed through the mirror
and dissolved into infinite shards of empty light
there was never anyone on this side
or that
the sides were imaginary
as well as the middle

infinite love burns away freedom
and non freedom
and all concepts of love
this conflagration burns its own fire
leaves not even nothingness
or emptiness






we are cascades of river dreams
sliding through the ocean of love
it is love's echo you feel in your chest
breathing water winds

her reflection is your shadow
dancing with itself through the tides and
stillness
thought dancing above and below and
through the currents of time it creates

spiraling whirlpools of sublime emptiness
fill your eyes with rainbow beauty
tears spill into their own wetness
their own saltiness
water into water
wet into wet
sea dreams into sea dreams...

it is not really joy or sorrow
overflowing
in you as you through you
it has no name
not even love
for it is not a thing
separate from you
or the ocean
there are no edges or center to this love
that looks and feels like anything at all
you know that

it is only an ancient mariner's tale
that there are shores and sandy beaches to walk upon
and some one to marvel at the unfathomable beauty of the sea
some one here to say 'I love you'
and someone to hold your hand
as we walk
bathed in love's edgeless beauty









ancient sidewalks sign their names on pools of drifting shadows
leading nowhere
bleeding everywhere
there are no signs or trails to this sublime emptiness
that has no edge nor center
no one to live there
to leave
or return

all words are love letters
water color dreams
enchantments of thought
with no magician
and no one to be fooled

without words there are no tears
nor wetness
no saltiness
and no tender cheeks to slide down

ocean of love swallows all words
and sings them
with your tongue
your lips
your cheeks
your breath
sounding the vowels and consonants
into a kiss that kisses itself
this love that sings itself

like this
like this
just
like
this

the dream dreams itself






ocean of love sings itself
breathes itself
drowns itself
through your beautiful eyes
your beautiful lungs
your beautiful heart
your beautiful lips
a million dreams of love and love lost flow into and through each other
new and familiar

all  words capsize the ship of dreams which has no rider
no sails
no captain
no surface upon which to float
there is no bottom to the sea
just reflections of ripples
memory floating in a sea dream of thought
echoes surfing unfathomable depths
sound and silence nestle in each others embrace

it was a memory of wind that sang your shadow into this dance where no one leads and no one follows
no source to the wind
no source to the sea
no source to the echo love dream that dreams you and me

time lost her shadow as she fell into loves embrace
I fell through worlds upon worlds upon worlds as the horizon collapsed and heaven and earth merged
I lost the sun and moon and stars
I lost my hands
my heart
my lips
my teeth
my tongue
love falls through all words as they slide into themselves





words
skim
the surface of sound
but cannot fathom the depths they create
wind
leaves no shadow
it is only echoes blooming
and fading
tides rising and falling
with no shore to reach
the banks crumbled
the walls dissolved
all rivers
all tears
consumed by the sea

ocean
breathes
waves crest and lean their heads backwards
laughing
rainbows
anoint
the stormy sky

colors as thick as the thought they are made of
blend and swirl
dissolve into sunset
translucence slides into and through its own transparency
seagulls cry
I am an echo in love with my echo







no inside
no outside
no middle....
love flows into itself

featherless wingless love soars
naked wild free
without anyone wearing this nakedness
beyond freedom or non freedom
hearts unbound by love itself
ripped into ribbons of color
threads of light
untangled by wind
unwritten by rainbows
blooming
falling
fading into the scent of wonder

my breath is your breath
it is the wind of life sweeping across its own reflection....





light pirouettes with light
sea-foam castles bloom and crumble into the sea
it was only a dream that I was separate from the ocean
and it is a dream
that I am not

neither sublime nor nightmare
neither bad nor good nor both nor neither
neither perfect nor non perfect
the dream of I am collapses and falls through its own echo

sand drifts through sand
wind drifts through wind
sky pours through sky
sea pours through sea
love breathes love
like this
and sings your name
sings my name
we appear as each other's shimmering
I have no colors without your eyes




sigh of rainbow blooming
fading into morning light
there were no colors that didn't break your heart
...there were no colors at all





rain
cloudless sky
sails bloom over the sea
surrounded by evening winds
gulls nestle in the warm sand

lit from within
stillness flows through wind swept shadows
feathered waves of transparency flow into skylight reflection
this rainbow dream
weeps



this sea of dreams is a love song
melancholy and sublime
singing itself
into its very arms
holding everything
grasping nothing

there are no sandy beaches
or rocky shores
all harbors are imaginary
as well as deep deep currents
fathomless depths
and endless skies

breathing these very words
these very thoughts
this ocean of love
sings itself
dreams itself
paints itself
into a heart shaped melody
swirling into infinite color
dancing
swirling
streaming
into and through itself

where was I
when was I
when I heard my heart song echoing
on the distant shore?
how many love letters did I send?
how long was I waiting for my lover to return?
how many deep dark nights did I howl at the absent moon?

I was the longing for love
not knowing that is love itself
singing my name
her name
all names
echoes in the dark

I heard my voice
in midnight
blossoming
and it was yours

our heart songs
have no words
are all words
every word spells love
spun in distant shadows
shimmering on the edge of light
and sound
and color

love sings your name
and it sounds like this
and this
and this

can you hear your beautiful love song
through my lips
I can only find mine
through your beautiful beautiful eyes

we are love's reflection
sparkling gems
wind swept tears
of ocean song



all ‘knowing’ is conceptual
Without memory the present stream of perception has no context
The ocean would not even be known as water...
or wet....
words form imaginary lines
Incising nothing into everything

silver sea dissolves into silver sky

sky pours into sea

horizon unfolds its grasp on your heart

all direction is lost

your footprints fade

into light

into dark

into nothing at all

the path is not lost

or found

it never was

there was no one walking silvery beaches

trying to gather love's treasures

this love that cannot be held or lost

swallows all ideas of love

thin sliver of moon

sails on an empty sea

ocean of love

dissolves into itself 

seekers of moon glow bask in midnight's gaze

seekers of light stir their tea

steam rises 

spirals of love

bloom and fade

scent of coffee blooms into morning

Love letters in the wind

echos of wind

swirl leftover leaves

winter trees

sing

poems bloom and wilt

golden petals

love letters in the wind

sky flowers

fall

into sky

inside outside your heart has no song

but the song that sings it

inside outside love has no words

it is all words

inside outside

there is no distance

no river to cross

nor mirror to break into infinite reflections

love blooms into love

falls into love

with

love

pale moon

song of dawn

flowering

dry cheeks

forever wet with tears

leftover darkness

blooms

fades

wind gathers petals of moonlight

on the garden path

scattering reflected light

in my eyes

I am echoes of moonlight

breathing

sound of midnight

flowers 

blooming

moonlight floods and washes away 

acres of sky

of sea

of earth

your empty heart...

echoes

not sung

nor heard

dissolve

this wake-less dream

shimmers

in its own reflection

no eyes to be empty

no heart to be full

no love to be found

or lost...

no one to walk the empty beaches

or watch the moonlight shimmer

just so

come hold my hand

and we will walk together

and admire the sumptuous of unknowing

this sensuous lostness of endless sea falling 

falling

falling

into sky

as we soar into 

and through each other

in this lover's dream

Isn't it amazing how the dream paints itself… 

Light… and dark… and colors… and shapes… and movement seem to appear…. 

The dream dreams itself…

And when it sings itself seemingly through these lips…

The songs appear to ricochet across the Grand Canyon of love

And although it is only echoes of echoes of echoes blooming

It paints people listening

And hearts yearning

To feel the love they seem to think is coming from a you

But there are never really echoes

Or a source

Or love

Yet love is the only word that seems to come close

Tender and fierce

Sublimely melancholy

This impossible emptiness and fullness and unutterable beauty of love

Beyond any ideas of love

Beyond any ideas of beyond

And including all ideas

Ideas are ideas

Illusion is illusion

We are this illusion

This lover’s dance

Light swooning through light

Space falling through space

Edgeless ocean of love

Pouring through itself

Without movement 

Or non movement

Without time

Or timelessness

There are no things

Nor non things

Yet the ocean of love

Sings itself

Just like this

darkness melts into dawn

sky flowers weep

ideas of rain

drown in morning showers

a sensuous lostness paints the dream of unknowing with a caress of unutterable softness...

this elegant melancholy 

escaping tales of sorrow and joy

and love...

words

have no weight

or substance

I was a love letter written

by no one

to no one

I slid off the pages of my life

and into a vast unknowing

where no things can be found

...there is no one looking

exquisite fluted filigree unravels 

tattered wings

soar as light

as space

as 

nothing at all

Phantom clouds are burned away in the heat of this wild love 

Mirrored threads of rainbow light leave

trails of echoes sailing through run away skies 

Wing-ed transparency of liquid love
Slides into its own luminescence
Tears a translucent highway to your heart...

You can feel our hearts bleed together 

Yet they were never apart... 

Sun melts all shadows

Love melts all fires

Even it’s own...

Words weave a dimensionless fabric into light and color and shapes

And stories of lovers and beloveds

They seem to create stars in the cosmos 

That dance and sparkle in our eyes....

But there are no eyes without words

Nor words without words 

We are magnificent holograms

Appearing and dissolving

Into each other’s limitless love 

how could clouds bloom today

without yesterday's skies?

we are a bouquet of memory

petals 

falling

into their own shadows

blossoming

on the sidewalk

windy night 

windy day

wind 

soars

into a memory of wind

clouds form

and dissolve into this very song

these words breathe clouds

and wind

into a dance

of color blooming

and wilting 

and you

and me

and love

twilight lingers

silent wind

slowly 

slowly

last leaf falls

no movement 

nor stillness

in this very breath

from within

from without

from everywhere 

from nowhere

no hand to hold the wind

no ground to hold the leaves

no heart to hold this love

no singer of rainbows

bleeding

color

into these very words

ocean of love has no words

yet swallows them all

light

has no source

nor the dark that seems to erase it

time lost her footsteps

love lost her partner

the very ground collapsed

the horizon shattered

as sea fell into sky

and who was it that wandered the empty beaches

looking for a perfect lover

and found only empty shells

the rush of waves

and twilight

breathing

I look in the mirror and it’s like nothing is there 

Edgeless seamless

Three D wallpaper

without memory there is no one to behold 

the water Lilly blooming

or the day wilting into evening song

ocean's surface is painted by memories

rippling

spreading into waves

and tides

and moonlight's scintillating gaze on empty shores...

words are ripples creating movement and stillness

filling in this wonder land dream scape

with us dancing

madly in love

pouring heart songs through our fingertips

that can never touch

and lips

that can never kiss

just this very singing

echoes of echoes

waves of this worded world

coalesce

crash and dissolve empty beaches

evaporate sound and silence

and the hush in-between 

what is it that no longer believes the songs?

the dream of night and day does not collapse

there is no one in this empty room

no walls or ceiling nor floor

no space 

nor emptiness

nor lovers

nor love

memory sings still

crash of thunder

lightening strikes the sea

there is no time nor distance

between you and me

we are echoes of a lover's song

sung by no one

sung by everyone

sung by these very words

rippling in a sea of dreams

water bird skims the surface of the sea

her wake

a flowing horizon

of shimmering

that cannot be found

or lost

ocean of love has no boundaries

no sandy or rocky shore to which you can escape

no bottom where you can rest

no surface where you can look around

and search for somewhere else to be

love flows into itself

water flows through water

light and color and patterns seem to form

as they dissolve into the flowing

that is not moving

or still

nor both

nor neither

you can hear the song of ocean

it is the waves

the wind

the waterbird's cry

it is your breath

your blood flowing

your heart aching

for love

ocean song is a dream of love

love is a beautiful dream

love sings itself

and we are its song

horizon collapses in the weight of twilight

moonlight shimmers on equatorial sands

tides remove the night

breath paints the day

all is reflected light

there is no source 

to this love that sings itself

this daydream no different from the slumber of stars

first bird

welcomes the morning

night has flown without time

or movement

since I awoke

I have been listening to the day sleep

to the rhythm of cricket song

sound and silence are simply reflections

that have no source 

light and dark are echoes

that have no sound

words paint a canyon

through which a river flows

without movement or stillness

to this ocean of love

that has no beaches

or rocky shores

nor surface

nor depths

no way to enter

or leave

you can hear the canyon sing

it is your heart that cries out

your echo scatters in the mountains

and reverberates in the ocean depths

lost and lost again in the wonderment of sky

it is your tears that drown your shadow

that was dancing with itself

and found nothing in the middle

as the sides disappeared

life appears magically

you can hear love sing itself

you are a dream of starlight

dancing

this love story writes itself

paints itself with sliding colors

sings itself to a tune of unknowing

wordlessly mouthing every word

like a kiss of rainbows swooning

into the love of color itself

and I am the love of love

the taste of taste

that can never taste itself

yet through your lips

your heart

our eyes meet

and I am forever lost in your unspeakable beauty

our stories are woven into a water color tapestry

bleeding into the wetness of wetness 

tears 

blooming 

and fading

every thread merely trails of words

love letters penned by no one

folding and unfolding until the creases rip...

consonants and vowels shred

the very words they uttered

breath of love cannot be held

your heart has no envelope

no openings to be sealed

no container to break

I was the longing to explode

and the fear of losing it all

not knowing there was nothing to rupture

or anyone 

or anything

who could ever hold

or lose 

this love

love holds itself

it is the embrace without edges

or center

love dreams itself

every song

a lover's breath

dissolving into itself

echoes bathe in echoes 

sweep and suck of waves

gentle wings arching 

and receding

feathered sunset

percolates into wet sands

rush and calm of empty beaches

on a shoreless sea

rhythm of memory 

sings a backbeat of time

of sound and silence

of seabirds alighting on smooth grey boulders

and piles of forgotten shells

 

swirls of purply foam

unravel the days's footsteps

as the horizon loses itself

in darkness

words paint light

and color

and you 

and me

into this intoxicating dance

which leaves me breathless

astounded

by your beauty

your tears

your smile

this intimacy

cannot be severed

as we are not tied to one another

we are each other

in this dance

of one

of two

of many 

of none

shadow bird slides across the cliffs

carries the sweep of sunset on her wings

glides into liquid mirrored sea

spilling color into color

light into light

reflections into reflections

echoes into echoes into echoes

sound of flowers at dusk

hovers in the breath of evening song

exhaling through your chest

your mouth

your lips that call forth the wind

memory holds night

separate from day

words paint lines between us

separate orange from red

and green from blue

wind from calm

sound from silence

is there a hush beyond words?

there is neither sound nor silence

nor movement nor stillness

nor fullness nor emptiness

what is it that you seek?

it is the breath of moon sailing through your shadow

as you dance with your echo on the fiery cliffs

it is the love you have longed for

and the longing for it

it is not a knowing

it is not an it

it cannot be kissed with words

yet every word sings it

love dreams herself

she sings your name

in the waves

you are the song of ocean

an abandoned shell

rolling in the tides

softened with the wetness

of a million tears

a kite captured in the high cliffs

tattered paper streaming

colors dancing

a billion prayers left unanswered

love letters in the wind

Love’s Exquisite Fire

love has no name
love has no words
it is not contained
in shadow and light
it slides through our fingers
pours through our hearts
kisses us deeply
into this day dream of love

a dream of infinite heartbreak
love cannot be found
or lost
we are this ballet of tears
where joy and sorrow merge

there are no words for this love
this love not sung
sings itself


it seems that we are stories with stories pouring though us
in the shape of hearts and tears and blood



it was my barbed wire necklace that pierced my heart
blood soaked my shadow
as it waltzed with the dark
pouring empty foot falls
into a two step of falling echoes
twirling into a dream scape of love
soaked shadows
dissolving into light

time dissolves into the falling of tears
tears dissolve into air
air dissolves into space
space dissolves into a vacancy
without proportion
or memory
this magic show of infinite proportions
explodes into
not even nothing

the calliope plays itself
there are no ghostly hands to hold the notes
no mouths to hold the vowels
no hearts to hold this love
that never was
nor will ever be

love a daydream of infinite heartbreak
where joy and sorrow merge
there are no words for this love
this love not sung
sings itself



love casts her spell
into the shadow of moon
full of forgotten days
and imaginary tomorrows

she is the sigh of wind
and an ever clear day
a mirage hovering
over the long road ahead

you cannot reach her
you cannot grasp her
she casts no shadow
and is too near
to be seen

she is your longing
and your fear
and the goal
no one can attain

she has no center
nor edges
she is every letter
in this sentence

how many missives did I write to her
every sigh
every tear
every touch of aloneness
sang her name
and every letter came back
unopened

I kept looking for a clue
inside the envelope
inside my heart
inside the day
inside the love

without a name
she is nothing
there are no things
under their names



night wind slips into the folds of dawn
in love with its own hush
origami clouds sail through my reflection
love reveals her face
even in sorrow
even in joy

love dances in her gown of sky
and pours down my window
tears write themselves
gems on the glass
reflect the morning
as it unfolds into day

fingers lightly caress the keyboard
like lovers dancing
a love song birthed from
and into
a river of tears
every word is the first
and last
kiss
of life touching
itself

sublime heartache of life
of love
where is the separation?
only in these lines
does love emerge



moon sails into this poem
every letter a piece of reflected light
scattering diamonds on the garden pond
skimming unfathomable depths
falling from unknowable heights
love's echo is on fire
burning through the hole in your heart
she whispers your name
and you cannot find yourself

dancing in the dark
moonlight on the water
fire and wet your blood
heart bleeding with all this love
that has no name nor number
nor place
nor time
nor costume
only this spinning mirage
that we are
falling into each other
disappearing into love's silent song

a kiss without sides
losing ourselves
and finding ourselves in this touch
this dance
this ballet of light and shadow
enunciating our names
every word a world
every letter a poem

a shooting star
love burns itself
there is no ground to reach
nor sky to fall through
nor heart that requires filling
or emptying
love flows through itself
an ocean without sky
or rocky bottom
or sandy beach

who walks the distant shore
calling your name?
who waits for your response?
it is only echoes blooming
and receding
the tides are not contained
in these scattered shells
yet you can hear love sing your name
as the words disappear
into soundless echos
rippling through
this ocean of love


it is this unknowing you long for
but it cannot be known
you are these very words dissolving into themselves




this thingless-ness is obvious but it cannot be seen or found or touched or held or known.
this is the oneness that you vaguely remember and long for
but it has never gone away

as it is not an it or thing it has no measurement
no time nor dimension
all measurement is made up
all division is learned
before there were words
before there was a before
there was no knowing
there were no things
a web of thought has seemingly divided pure space
that has no space
words have seemingly created things out of a void
that has no emptiness
or fullness

echoes without a source
voices that cannot be recalled
a light in your night time dream
colors in the day time dream
swirl and explode into shapes
ghostly echoes that are known only with memory

we are memories of love's echo
resounding across a canyon of echoes
lost in their own sound
a chorus of one
of two
of many
of none

without thought there are no things... not even names for ourselves... without a running commentary we have no story
there is no one to have a story
I love that I am a story
...a fairy tale of love finding herself in the storybook of love...
I am pages of a water color dream book dissolving into the ocean of love

Beyond sky

Sky without sky 

Beyond freedom

Freedom without freedom 

Beyond space 

Space without space 

Beyond beyond

Emptiness 

Without emptiness 

Without here without there 

Without time

Or direction

Not never 

Or forever 

Or now

love has no hands to hold you

no arms to embrace you

she has no voice to sing 

nor ears to listen to her song

she is these very words

spilling down the street

reflecting a million tears

galaxies of raindrops

seem to catch the morning 

sliding down the window

I can see my reflection

hovering in the rain

love requires no heart in which to dwell

as she spins her magic carpet with tales of madness

and tales of sorrow

unravelling like all love letters

into swirls and squiggles 

a sumptuous calligraphy penned with disappearing ink

bleeding into all words

all songs

all hearts

she is a song without words

or melodies

or silence

she neither moves nor is still

she has no light nor shadow

but arises in this very touch

where twoness slides into oneness

and oneness falls into twoness

this kiss that cannot be kissed

with words

that cannot be sung

kisses itself

hearts on fire

flowers burning

this dream of love bleeds

into its own colors

abandoned 

suspended in moonlight

washed of all substance

there are no reds or oranges

nor heat to burn

in love's magnificent fire

without letters

there are no edges

transparency has no layers

to weave into patterns

and catch the flowing

blooming and erasing itself

summer slides into winter

leftover rainbows are pummeled by wind

there are no colors

to paint your heart

love lost

love found

slides into pools of reflections 

memory has cast your story into endless seas

water color echoes

pour your heart into sky

skimming the vastness

without hands

without eyes

shimmering iridescence

cannot hold

or see itself

ships have no wheel or rudder

nor surface to skim on

dream slides into dream

light and dark erase each other

in this very kiss

tears leave no footprints

nothing does not hide 

this dance of love's sublime sorrow

cascades through its own fire

through the wetness of our eyes 

love blooms

and recedes

we are this boundless ocean

where love flows through love

Love burns in its own exquisite fire 

this echo land dreamscape 

flows into and through itself

and I, a container of words,

dissolved into ocean's song

ocean of love has no edges

no inside nor out

it spills into itself

without emptiness

or fullness

floating in echoes of moonlight

there is no distance

between you and the moon

there is no in between

the in between

it is all reflections of reflections shimmering

a dance of light

without light

what is a poem without words?

what is the sea without water?

what is the wet in wet

the taste in taste

the love

in love

love sings your name...

and you feel your lips 

your tongue 

your heart mouth the words...

vowels held in the roundness of silence

explode through the teeth of consonants

like this, you say

love sings

just 

like 

this

love has no hands to hold you

no arms to embrace you

she has no voice to sing 

nor ears to listen to her song

she is these very words

spilling down the street

reflecting a million tears

galaxies of raindrops

seem to catch the morning 

sliding down the window

I can see my reflection

hovering in the rain

love requires no heart in which to dwell

as she spins her magic carpet with tales of madness

and tales of sorrow

unravelling like all love letters

into swirls and squiggles 

a sumptuous calligraphy penned with disappearing ink

bleeding into all words

all songs

all hearts

she is a song without words

or melodies

or silence

she neither moves nor is still

she has no light nor shadow

but arises in this very touch

where twoness slides into oneness

and oneness falls into twoness

this kiss that cannot be kissed

with words

that cannot be sung

kisses itself

it is obvious always that there are no things to flow together or apart... 

that there are no selves or others to kiss to dance to walk along the dusty trail and bathe in sunset looming... 

yet this boundless ocean of love bathes in itself... 

long ago and time in-between the lines erased themselves

sea crashed into sky and subsumed all horizons of other better more and next... 

with no ground or path to walk along and no where to go there was no one to lose her feet 

her lips 

her tongue 

her heart...

The story of enlightenment is a beautiful story that falls through all ideas of enlightenment... as the story continues much like before 

Before and after sumptuous stories that seem to create a wow now.... but there is no one reading the story anymore as it writes itself...  only in the story of oneness swallowing twoness swallowing oneness does it seem to appear that there is an awareness of aliveness, of awareness, of this underlying wow-ness... that seems to provide a backbeat to the symphony of all imaginary this and that. This rhythm of life dancing to a call and answer love song in the great divide, the Grand Canyon of early morning mists that seem to obscure colors but dissolve into a particular clarity of simply life doing itself looking and feeling like anything at all... all of this apparent happening marvelous beyond measure ...and although there are no selves or others or endless seas or vast undulating skies 

nor you nor me nor love... this is not the end of love

...It is the beginning....

We exist as beliefs and preferences that no one has... a nakedness that no one wears... no hope or fear or need of a never arising next... and yet a beautiful longing remains 

For this just as it seems to appear 

A wonderful ache that is joy and sorrow and awe and love... a warm current in a boundless ocean falling through its own warmth... 

light poring through light 

Space falling through space 

love poring through love... 

when you and all thingness is known to be illusion 

Illusion is illusion

Not even nothing is real 

Or false... 

but 

You are beautiful 

And I love you 

And that is enough

what are words when all love letters have been returned

unopened

the lines and squiggles faded into constellations

reflecting on the waves

crashing 

indecipherable calligraphy strewn like seaweed on the beach

where I waited for my own echo

to return

where I wondered if I would ever find the love

I longed for

and bathed in this longing

ocean sang her lullaby

as I rested in love's unfathomable arms

when the sea crashed into sky

and the horizon untied itself

there was no safe harbor

nor shore to reach

all the knots unraveled as

time reached the end of its own timeline

I was a slipknot of water

in water

a snapshot of wind

made of wind

pages of empty shadows bloomed

and wilted

colors slid off the mirror

shattering this illusion of infinite reflections

without a source

echoes had no sound nor singer

the symphony had no conductor

nor music

light faded into light

the death of all tomorrows

erased the dream of yesterday

an arrow of love's heart magic

eviscerated all ideas of love

what is this love without love?

what is the sea without waves

without drops

without wetness?

seeing through the illusion 

is illusion 

all that happens is that it is recognized, by no one, that it is all illusion, even seeing through the illusion

all these love letters

are never sent

or answered

yet my heart knows the songs

listens to the echos

recognizes the love

that has no words

that has no heart

to hold it

cast upon a liquid love dream

words are the ripples

poems are the waves

crashing

on a shoreless sea

limb by limb the tree is climbed

your body is eaten

when you find no sky to reach

no top

or bottom

nothing on which to stand

no feet to walk

no voice to sing

the scaffolding collapses

it was only a lover's dream

that there was another place to be

a kiss that was waiting...

an emptiness that could be filled

your very nakedness unravels

this cloak of emptiness dissolves

you find this river of tears led nowhere

it is layers of transparency sliding through fluid empty spaciousness

without space

or light

or emptiness

how can I walk when there is no one walking

how can I dance when there is no music

nor dance floor

nor anyone to dance?

how can I love when there is no one to give love

or receive it?

I do not know or care how this lover's dream appears

knowing always that there are no sides

I constantly fall through them

and dissolve 

into you

dawn erases my reflection in the window

time lost her shadow

in this immeasurable vastness

empty eyes

empty echoes

emptiness without sound

or silence

or emptiness

life dreams itself

colors bloom and play

golden finches and pearl grey doves swoop down onto the feeders

pale pink clouds fade into sky

wind leaves no footprint

on the frozen pond

ocean of love pours through itself 

through our fingers 

our mouths 

our lips 

our hearts

writing our love songs in a twisting twining melody of unfathomable beauty 

this unutterable mystery

sings itself