rain
again
blossoms heavy
no one is sleeping
under the cloak of night
wings of moon lie dormant
midnight dreams itself into your eyes
transparent
silence
the hush itself lies still
floating shadows in the darkness
rivers of thought pour words into words
waterfalls of images begin to take shape
colors swirl and merge
and disappear when there is no anchor
your heart has bled into the dream
you were nothing but a thought dream sailing over a shallow moon
love is as vast as thought can wander
yet closer than thought itself
suspended between sound and silence
in the middle of the wave
still
and moving
rising
falling
slipping
into itself
we are echoes of sea dreams
blooming
melting
into these words
that spin
and turn
and weaving a tapestry
of light
and shadow
and colors
dancing
a mirage of unspeakable beauty
that seems to disappears when I sing of it
yet love
as all mariners tales
sings itself
as it melts into its own light
it is the memory of moon
that fills in its absent face
thought creates a timeline
and a tight rope walker
terrified of falling
or reaching the other side
broken shells
under the cliffs
catch the moonlight
wandering
there is no one who wears your smile
no one is wearing your tears
there is no original face
nor ground of being
it is all sourceless reflections
shimmering
songs turn the emptiness into colors
falling
into rainbows
it is the winter wind
that finds the shells
melancholy sweeps the sands
still looking
amongst the flowing grasses
songs of unseen birds
my heart has no hands
to show you the beauty that you are
did you hear the rain last night
when you were fast asleep?
echo of wind sweeps through your bones
hollows out your empty heart
wind streams through caverns of wind
we are whirlpools of thought
streaming through cascades of memory
memories of love and love lost
simply beautiful thought dreams
all lines are imaginary
love spreads her wings
gathers all and everything
into her edgeless embrace
nothing is caught in the horizon's tale
wind shadows ebb and flow across the stormy night
memory floats in its own reflection
love blooms and fades in her own echo
echo of night
echo of day
echo of love songs
fill and empty your edgeless heart
you can feel the blossoms
and the petals
falling
as wind scatters them on the empty streets
it is your breath
your heartbeat
this call and answer love song
across the great divide
that echos in the canyon
the imaginary space
between this and that
where we dance with our reflections
in love as love through love
long grasses
fallen leaf
crimson lantern
suspended in the hush
where never
and forever
plunge into a sensuous lostness
winds caress your softness
waves of flowing
breath
surf
echoes of memory
sing sun
into the sea
wings of transparent shadows
flow over shallow tides
light blooms underwater
flowers of sea foam catch the orangey sunset
fading
into
purple
softness of moon fills the
hollows of my collarbones
nothing can fill the emptiness you feel
not even love
as that great great maw of desire is the longing to fill
what has no edges
nor center
thought paints in the blind spot
that you are
and creates a melancholy blankness
when there is nothing to fill
or empty
or long for love
echoes of memory spill into
moon drenched shadows
is it is the last call of the gull
or the first
trailing the winter winds
and you
a lonely traveler
made of thought
looking for the end of thought
words paint a path
and rocks and sand
and flowing ambiguous shadows
that promise an end to this journey
that you are
words circle endlessly around words
spiraling thought dreams exhale you
inhale you
into a water color dream scape
where memory paints a past
and a future
and a middle where you seem to exist
how is this enchantment seen through
if the looker is the magicians tale?
how does the belief in this hologram end
when the belief is it?
no one knows how
and there certainly is no why
as you melt into the words
that formed you
this ocean of love that colors in your beauty
swallows you
and beauty
and love
the echo land dream scape
is endless ocean
flowing into itself
love dreams itself
we are the dream
ocean of love slips through its own wetness
burns in its own fire
pours into its sunset
drenches the very ground you thought you had stood on
as you drown in a tsunami of love
you are a ballet of rainbow transparency
dancing across the roof of your mind
where the moon is rising
and setting
a rhythm of reflected light
you are a silhouette of thought
streaming words falling into words
a shimmering iridescent transparency
colors bloom
and merge
all edges melt in this
water color dream scape
as it bursts into song
love sings itself
can you hear her voices burning
the edges of your mind?
Life does itself without meaning or non meaning
Without purpose or non purpose
That there are no separate things or events or selves or others
Or more other better or next
Is not a lesson to be learned or taught or given away
It is not a belief or understanding
It is a profound shift in perspective that is extremely rare
The end of belief and the feeling of separation is most marvelous yet it is an empty prize for no one
It is not an attainment... it is not a gift
It does not happen to the imaginary character
We remain as the persona
Knowing that this mask is worn by no one or thing
Knowing that there is not even nothing under this naked free flowing love dream
The dream dreams itself
There is no dreamer...
love sings itself
In love as love through love
Life sings me with learned shared words.
I am a beautiful thought dream
That seems to arise in the singing
This love song
Blooms and erases itself
Without beginning or end or middle
Love flows into itself
Recognizes its beauty
Through our eyes
wings of drunken moon
caress the shimmering
skim and brush the twilight
drifting on the sleeping winds
cherry petals fall
even as they bloom
stars swim down the sidewalk
pool in hollow footfalls
spill through your mind stream
star reflection
is memory's paintbrush
you are a silhouette of words
imploding into a ribbon of thought
dissolving into your own colors
seeking the end of sadness
paints love's beautiful melancholy
in your eyes
the love you longed for
is always home
perhaps you can't find it
as you are the looking
creating a great divide
where the horizon is always beckoning
thought draws all lines
images of here
and there
and somewhere in between
this great silence is lost in its own echo
this love is its own reflection
love is the end of love
and the beginning
seagull cries
silhouette of wind
sings
afterimages of echoes
weave a song of shadows
drifting
across the dunes
dusk lingers
drapes the naked trees
that held the moon
last night
memory of red
paints the roses
frozen
in reflected light
left over leaves
puddle in the hollow echos
of your footsteps
...or is it your heart
that has initiated the search
for emptiness?
love is a story
emptiness a magician's tale
you are an imaginary membrane
between what never happened
and what never will
where never and forever collide
is another hologram
a lover's song
in between
the in between
this is where we dance
come take my hand
we will walk the empty beaches
and gather the sunset together
sweeping echoes of light
with light
we fall through each other's beauty
in the shallowing wind
scent lingers
I cannot find the flowers
rush of wings
disappears behind a long row of houses
she picked up a shell
and listened to the ocean
breathing
transfixed by the delicate spirals
of her fingertips
what words can describe this silence
that is not an absence of sound?
shadows slip through the leaves
and branches
and fall through their own shimmering
how deep is love
as it falls through itself
where does the pavement begin and my shadow end
who sewed the sky into clouds
and silence into my heart
where is the end of this tapestry
and the beginning?
what is love but a dream?
what is a dream but a dream?
suspended as the hush
as it explodes into summer moon
shallow waves caress the water
no one wears these
wings of wonderment
we are
soaring
ocean
song
singing itself
dawn
empty chairs on the porch
sing of the cold
left over milkweed seeds
soar
over frozen ground
dance across your footprints
from the late October sun
you are the looking for something to define you
for a solidity that does not exist
wind leaves no mark in wind
my heart caresses this floating world
I am a thought dream that tenderly caresses me
waving swirling pulsating
breathing light and beauty into a love song
pouring through me
as me
who is looking at the colors you are
what paints the rainbows exploding
and falling
and sliding
though you
in you
as you drown in
cascades of light
and shadow
and love's magnificence
thought dreams itself
and everything
and nothing
at all
....and there is no space beyond space
sky beyond sky
beyond
beyond
beyond...
this undeniable magic that you know
and long for
and may feel you have lost
is life itself
dreaming itself
unfathomably wondrous
and unknowable
yet felt deeply
like a primordial song you heard echoing across ancient seas
in a dream
before you were born
this dream that dreams itself
rich and vast beyond measure
yet nothing more or less
than my husband painting
evening falling into a hush
and these fingers sliding across the keys
love dreams itself
and knows itself
through the wetness of our shimmering eyes
love recognizes itself
through a mirror of this and that
without sides or middle
a vibrating pulsating transparent membrane
of rich and flowing iridescence
painted
and erased
by thought
yet never touched by thought
thought twists and spirals and creates itself
spiraling galaxies of utter wonderment
folding and unfolding
exploding and collapsing
as your lips mouth the words you know by heart
but have never found
no one lives in that mythical 'place' beyond right and wrong
there are no things nor non things
no here nor there
there is no home and no one to leave or return
...yet awakening does indeed feel like coming home to a home you never left
color of no color
paints the hush
masks the face of dawn
who wears the mask
peering through your heart?
what transparency
slips through your delicate eyes
breathing in
and out
this wonderment of no tomorrow
has no other side
again
blossoms heavy
no one is sleeping
under the cloak of night
wings of moon lie dormant
midnight dreams itself into your eyes
transparent
silence
the hush itself lies still
floating shadows in the darkness
rivers of thought pour words into words
waterfalls of images begin to take shape
colors swirl and merge
and disappear when there is no anchor
your heart has bled into the dream
you were nothing but a thought dream sailing over a shallow moon
love is as vast as thought can wander
yet closer than thought itself
suspended between sound and silence
in the middle of the wave
still
and moving
rising
falling
slipping
into itself
we are echoes of sea dreams
blooming
melting
into these words
that spin
and turn
and weaving a tapestry
of light
and shadow
and colors
dancing
a mirage of unspeakable beauty
that seems to disappears when I sing of it
yet love
as all mariners tales
sings itself
as it melts into its own light
it is the memory of moon
that fills in its absent face
thought creates a timeline
and a tight rope walker
terrified of falling
or reaching the other side
broken shells
under the cliffs
catch the moonlight
wandering
there is no one who wears your smile
no one is wearing your tears
there is no original face
nor ground of being
it is all sourceless reflections
shimmering
songs turn the emptiness into colors
falling
into rainbows
it is the winter wind
that finds the shells
melancholy sweeps the sands
still looking
amongst the flowing grasses
songs of unseen birds
my heart has no hands
to show you the beauty that you are
did you hear the rain last night
when you were fast asleep?
echo of wind sweeps through your bones
hollows out your empty heart
wind streams through caverns of wind
we are whirlpools of thought
streaming through cascades of memory
memories of love and love lost
simply beautiful thought dreams
all lines are imaginary
love spreads her wings
gathers all and everything
into her edgeless embrace
nothing is caught in the horizon's tale
wind shadows ebb and flow across the stormy night
memory floats in its own reflection
love blooms and fades in her own echo
echo of night
echo of day
echo of love songs
fill and empty your edgeless heart
you can feel the blossoms
and the petals
falling
as wind scatters them on the empty streets
it is your breath
your heartbeat
this call and answer love song
across the great divide
that echos in the canyon
the imaginary space
between this and that
where we dance with our reflections
in love as love through love
long grasses
fallen leaf
crimson lantern
suspended in the hush
where never
and forever
plunge into a sensuous lostness
winds caress your softness
waves of flowing
breath
surf
echoes of memory
sing sun
into the sea
wings of transparent shadows
flow over shallow tides
light blooms underwater
flowers of sea foam catch the orangey sunset
fading
into
purple
softness of moon fills the
hollows of my collarbones
nothing can fill the emptiness you feel
not even love
as that great great maw of desire is the longing to fill
what has no edges
nor center
thought paints in the blind spot
that you are
and creates a melancholy blankness
when there is nothing to fill
or empty
or long for love
echoes of memory spill into
moon drenched shadows
is it is the last call of the gull
or the first
trailing the winter winds
and you
a lonely traveler
made of thought
looking for the end of thought
words paint a path
and rocks and sand
and flowing ambiguous shadows
that promise an end to this journey
that you are
words circle endlessly around words
spiraling thought dreams exhale you
inhale you
into a water color dream scape
where memory paints a past
and a future
and a middle where you seem to exist
how is this enchantment seen through
if the looker is the magicians tale?
how does the belief in this hologram end
when the belief is it?
no one knows how
and there certainly is no why
as you melt into the words
that formed you
this ocean of love that colors in your beauty
swallows you
and beauty
and love
the echo land dream scape
is endless ocean
flowing into itself
love dreams itself
we are the dream
ocean of love slips through its own wetness
burns in its own fire
pours into its sunset
drenches the very ground you thought you had stood on
as you drown in a tsunami of love
you are a ballet of rainbow transparency
dancing across the roof of your mind
where the moon is rising
and setting
a rhythm of reflected light
you are a silhouette of thought
streaming words falling into words
a shimmering iridescent transparency
colors bloom
and merge
all edges melt in this
water color dream scape
as it bursts into song
love sings itself
can you hear her voices burning
the edges of your mind?
Life does itself without meaning or non meaning
Without purpose or non purpose
That there are no separate things or events or selves or others
Or more other better or next
Is not a lesson to be learned or taught or given away
It is not a belief or understanding
It is a profound shift in perspective that is extremely rare
The end of belief and the feeling of separation is most marvelous yet it is an empty prize for no one
It is not an attainment... it is not a gift
It does not happen to the imaginary character
We remain as the persona
Knowing that this mask is worn by no one or thing
Knowing that there is not even nothing under this naked free flowing love dream
The dream dreams itself
There is no dreamer...
love sings itself
In love as love through love
Life sings me with learned shared words.
I am a beautiful thought dream
That seems to arise in the singing
This love song
Blooms and erases itself
Without beginning or end or middle
Love flows into itself
Recognizes its beauty
Through our eyes
wings of drunken moon
caress the shimmering
skim and brush the twilight
drifting on the sleeping winds
cherry petals fall
even as they bloom
stars swim down the sidewalk
pool in hollow footfalls
spill through your mind stream
star reflection
is memory's paintbrush
you are a silhouette of words
imploding into a ribbon of thought
dissolving into your own colors
seeking the end of sadness
paints love's beautiful melancholy
in your eyes
the love you longed for
is always home
perhaps you can't find it
as you are the looking
creating a great divide
where the horizon is always beckoning
thought draws all lines
images of here
and there
and somewhere in between
this great silence is lost in its own echo
this love is its own reflection
love is the end of love
and the beginning
seagull cries
silhouette of wind
sings
afterimages of echoes
weave a song of shadows
drifting
across the dunes
dusk lingers
drapes the naked trees
that held the moon
last night
memory of red
paints the roses
frozen
in reflected light
left over leaves
puddle in the hollow echos
of your footsteps
...or is it your heart
that has initiated the search
for emptiness?
love is a story
emptiness a magician's tale
you are an imaginary membrane
between what never happened
and what never will
where never and forever collide
is another hologram
a lover's song
in between
the in between
this is where we dance
come take my hand
we will walk the empty beaches
and gather the sunset together
sweeping echoes of light
with light
we fall through each other's beauty
in the shallowing wind
scent lingers
I cannot find the flowers
rush of wings
disappears behind a long row of houses
she picked up a shell
and listened to the ocean
breathing
transfixed by the delicate spirals
of her fingertips
what words can describe this silence
that is not an absence of sound?
shadows slip through the leaves
and branches
and fall through their own shimmering
how deep is love
as it falls through itself
where does the pavement begin and my shadow end
who sewed the sky into clouds
and silence into my heart
where is the end of this tapestry
and the beginning?
what is love but a dream?
what is a dream but a dream?
suspended as the hush
as it explodes into summer moon
shallow waves caress the water
no one wears these
wings of wonderment
we are
soaring
ocean
song
singing itself
dawn
empty chairs on the porch
sing of the cold
left over milkweed seeds
soar
over frozen ground
dance across your footprints
from the late October sun
you are the looking for something to define you
for a solidity that does not exist
wind leaves no mark in wind
my heart caresses this floating world
I am a thought dream that tenderly caresses me
waving swirling pulsating
breathing light and beauty into a love song
pouring through me
as me
who is looking at the colors you are
what paints the rainbows exploding
and falling
and sliding
though you
in you
as you drown in
cascades of light
and shadow
and love's magnificence
thought dreams itself
and everything
and nothing
at all
....and there is no space beyond space
sky beyond sky
beyond
beyond
beyond...
this undeniable magic that you know
and long for
and may feel you have lost
is life itself
dreaming itself
unfathomably wondrous
and unknowable
yet felt deeply
like a primordial song you heard echoing across ancient seas
in a dream
before you were born
this dream that dreams itself
rich and vast beyond measure
yet nothing more or less
than my husband painting
evening falling into a hush
and these fingers sliding across the keys
love dreams itself
and knows itself
through the wetness of our shimmering eyes
love recognizes itself
through a mirror of this and that
without sides or middle
a vibrating pulsating transparent membrane
of rich and flowing iridescence
painted
and erased
by thought
yet never touched by thought
thought twists and spirals and creates itself
spiraling galaxies of utter wonderment
folding and unfolding
exploding and collapsing
as your lips mouth the words you know by heart
but have never found
no one lives in that mythical 'place' beyond right and wrong
there are no things nor non things
no here nor there
there is no home and no one to leave or return
...yet awakening does indeed feel like coming home to a home you never left
color of no color
paints the hush
masks the face of dawn
who wears the mask
peering through your heart?
what transparency
slips through your delicate eyes
breathing in
and out
this wonderment of no tomorrow
has no other side
ripping the sea
tides of sorrow and joy
plough through their own demise
who spits out the sea
when all is ocean?
who tastes this love
when there is no one
nor none
to taste it
subtle
forgotten flowers
fill the room with scent
