pure spaceless space
without time
or timeless-ness
essence of what is not a what
pours through its own transparency
flavor of birdsong
drifts through darkness
echoes of echoes seem to bloom and fade...
...thought dream paints the morning
sunlight dances down the canyon
filtering through naked trees
plays with wind blown shadows
torn from their cloak of midnight
my reflection fades
as the glass is lit from both sides
there was never a middle
to fall through
whose eyes crashed through the looking glass
while she was reaching for love
finding nothing there
or here?
who sits in front of this screen
watching beauty unfurl
amazed at color
and light
and love...
...the obviousness of the absence of solidity
or movement
amazed at her own amazement
and these beautiful tears
I am a flowing tone poem
singing itself
there is no singer
without a song
or listener
no one is adorned with love songs
sunlight does not require wings
no one wears these drifting echoes
it is your eyes that paint my beauty
There is nothing that is pointed to
The thing and the one who would point appear only in the pointing
silent moon
silver sea
what is the sound of spring blossoms falling
this winter's eve
your sunset is ever blooming
it is always the magic hour
rainbows splashing
waves ascending
peaks curling crashing into themselves
tossing their manes into the setting sun
laughing weeping soaring feathered light
paints its poem of colors
dancing
in your heart
in your eyes
love flowers
blossoms
we flow into and through each other
dancing seas catch the last rays of light
this is always your first and last breath
your first and final kiss
this kiss of love and madness
that we share
that we are
love has no words
no song
it sings itself
with your lips
your tongue
your heart
left over words hover
sea spray
under the street lights
doorway of moon
steam inscribes the empty room with spirals
pas de deux in the window
dances through my eyes
caught in midnight's kiss
breath of morning
softly softly
down the canyon
filters through winter trees
caresses the sleeping garden
wind soaked shadows
sweep leftover clouds
into sunrise
blossoming
love does not hide
under piles of autumn leaves
waiting for the kiss of spring
it is kissing you always
bursting through the hush
of night
singing through the silence
and song of day
overtones and undertones reverberate
in the inky blackness where you hid your heart
long ago
when time began
when you felt your pulse
separate
from the heartbeat of existence
rhythm of life
shine and shadow
joy and sorrow
love and
love lost...
is dancing you
singing you
love breathes you
into this very kiss
this very thought dream
painted by words
the songs we share
the songs we are
we are drifting love songs
spirals of ancient day dreams
circles of timeless nights
we meet in the imaginary middle
which seems to create and dissolve all sides
give me your tender hand
that we may walk in utter wonder
...this floating world
this flowing life
singing itself...
in love as love though love
we are the song of the evening
separating night from day
and the hush before dawn
we are the stoke of lightening separating sky from sky...
painted by brushstrokes of memory
that colors in an imaginary screen
and someone watching
tattered prayer flags of
wind
streaming
through its own reflection
trails of
rainbows
falling
through an endless horizon
colors dancing
clouds forming
storms raging
silence lingering
in your heart
where you have memorized the words
to every love song
where every word
sings the song of you
I am a book of mirrors
a love song of echoes
the pages were never bound to a song
of lover's reaching for love...
a tree seems to reach for the sun
and stretch her roots into the ground
seeking water
yet she is made of sun and water...
as you and I are love
swooning into our infinite reflections dancing
as the cage of words
collapses
love falls in love with itself
through our beautiful tender eyes
reflections slide through each other
transparencies flow into each other
but they were never apart
it was only a mirage of drifting shadows
that seemed to obscure the light
the love
that shines
in, as, of, and through all and everything
love
a word like all words
singing a love letter of sounds
spilling into the silence they were never separate from
embraced by love itself
your heart cannot hold songs
or silence
it has no edges nor center
you are love's love song
to itself
sound of sky
sound of moon
sound of flowers
falling
sound of red
fading
sound of wind
gathering blossoms
into swirling
sound of tears
silent
the night
echoes
what was sorrow before there was sorrow?
what color was it as it sighed over the ocean
and painted its saltiness on my face?
what was its sound as it poured through my heart
reverberating on the shores of no tomorrow?
what was the taste of sorrow
as it burnt the marrow of my bones
and plunged its fiery tongue into my heart?
what was the song of sorrow when it merged with joy?
lovers finding the same words
the same melody
on each others lips
one half of a kiss
sliding into itself
ocean pours into ocean
there are no beaches
nor rocky coasts
no bottom
nor surface for sky to kiss
sky is in ocean
ocean is in sky
I am in you
you are in me
together we dance
in love
as love
through love
without sound or silence
cascades of unknown color
slide through this rainbow dream
love sings itself
writes itself
you know the words to this love song
you are them
was it a bird that sang of yesterday's sorrows
lingering in the footprint of moon
what is life without an echo
painting itself with memories of love?
there is no form
nor emptiness
yet love dances
where is red without the flower
gently holding the sun
where is beauty but in the blossoming of your gaze
rainbows falling through your eyes
low slung
sunrise paints distant shadows
as light
pours over the horizon
melts into this love song
that sings me with your breath
our lips and tongues and hearts
we mouth the words
that sing themselves
these love songs where
everyone knows the words
as that is what we are
our names
indecipherable love letters
falling apart
one by one
sliding off the pages
unfolding
stories
unwritten
unsung
a dream without name or number
dreams itself through your eyes
in the pause
in the recognition
in the canyon
where love flows
created by imaginary sides
our names lose all meaning
meaning looses all meaning
we are a dance of drifting shadows
blooming into light
we are oceans of love letters
sailing into each other
reflections skimming between the glimmering
surface
and the fathomless
depths of
what has never been
and what will never be
we are a daydream of light
dreaming light
a dream of love
dreaming love
love's sliding shadows
whisper echoes of iridescent transparencies
flowing into this very love song
that I sing to you
I am a dream of winged words and drifting shadows
sliding into my own light
through your eyes
I catch a glimpse of my beauty
our beauty
my love
your love
this love un-owned
this love that intoxicates
the mind
the belly
the heart
the marrow of love itself
is love unspoken
love unsung
love heard by everyone
longed for
and feared
its infinite reflections penetrate and pierce
even the darkest of nights
the darkest of hearts
and the brightest of days
it sails into and through you
without name or number
the imaginary line between you and me
is created
and erased
by love
I cannot find anything that I am or that I am not
as I cannot find any things or non things
nor is there a seeker or finder of any thing or nothing
every thought every word
is a love song singing you
tears of water tears of air tears of sky
weeping
listen to the absence of cricket song
it is your heart
singing
enchantment of fire
and secret shadows
of all who have ever found
and lost love
we are a call and answer love song
a chorus of echoes
falling into echoes
everyone knows the words by heart
these are our songs
that sing us
words ripple endless seas
into a tidal wave of love
ricochet of joy and sorrow
melts the horizon
sea falls into sky
sky into sea
and there is
no land
to stand on
only reflections of memories
a mirage of a dreamland
of a love
that swallowed you
whole
mirror of sky
spits you out
you fall into your reflection
and disappear
and what are we but
love's mirror
empty sky
falling
into
sky
in the morning hush
my breath
my heart is suspended
love bathes in heavy drops of sunlight
memory paints rainbows and my eyes
so that I may see colors
blossoming
and fading
last rose of yesterdays summer
petals on the barren ground
red has no meaning
nor non meaning
but the wind gathers itself
into wind
sailing red into my heart just the same
in focus
out of focus
living and loving between the lines
we are painted in by cascades of words
falling through brush strokes of color
there is no canvas
not even a window
this water color dream flows down the river it paints
whirlpools and eddies
lay under the heavy banks
pierced with roots
hidden in caverns of long grasses
a river needs its banks to flow
love requires imaginary sides
to kiss itself
there is no sun
nor moon
nor river flowing
without our eyes
even love loses her winged kiss
as she flies through the looking glass
no one wears these empty wings of sky
tears
falling
oceans into oceans
it is all our eyes
weeping
the beauty
the beauty
the beauty
of existing only in this dance of love
of you and me and we
we are a chorus of suns and moons
soaring through each other’s love light
spinning
spiraling
galaxies
explode and implode into
ever widening circles of ecstasy
consuming all ideas of light
and dark
and love
oceans of stars
fall
into their own reflections
love has no source
other than itself
we are an edgeless seamless psychedelic love poem
writing itself
a scintillating love song
flowing
into, as, and through love
without inhale or exhale
beyond sound and silence
and the words in-between
love sings
without movement or non movement
love flows
what is the sound of sky
before sky
it is the song of wind
that paints it
shadows
soar
across the sea
clouds
dissolve
into
sky
naked trees
hold sky
arch of full moon climbing
what is the song of a moon-less night
when the moon is shining?
birds have hollow bones
winged emptiness soaring
people are empty hearts
longing to be filled
the sky an aching shadow of wind
love
a song that cannot be sung
yet is every song
how beautiful that we know love's song!
every word incises our hearts
love has no words
her words are all words
pouring through our mouths
our tongues
our lips
our hearts
words sing us
and night
and day
and moons
and empty hearts longing to be filled
love sings itself
my mouth is empty
these words form my mouth
there is no hollow space to be full
or empty
I am the song of wind
as it sails through me
soaring on the terrace of winds
rhythm of the sea
grays and blues blooming
waves
softly
softly
sing
lullaby of breath
wind sails through me
paints my flowing shadow with wind
as I dance
in love
with the wonder of it all
love sighs and falls in love with itself
through our beautiful beautiful eyes
without one or two or many or none
we arise in love's song
the worded world is an endless ocean
skimming its own surface
diving into its fathomless depths
we are lovers walking sandy beaches
on a shoreless sea
wind caresses our tenderness
tears are our wondrous aliveness
shimmering
ocean of love
fills and empties liquidity of space
vacuum of emptiness
has no emptiness
yet gently
gently
love flows into itself
in this worded dream of love
that no one writes or sings
we arise in the imaginary gap between the song
and the singer
from whose heart
does love sing?
love is a chorus of one
a chorus of many
a chorus of none
through our voices
our breath
our hearts
love sings to itself
you know this song
you are it
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