rain
all night
memories linger
but cannot breathe
ocean pours through itself and leaves no wake
or ripple
I am an echo of love
that has no sound
nor silence
I am rain songs falling
through all the yesterdays
that ever danced through me
in me
as me
wetness slides though wetness
we are water songs
echoes of love pirouette
spiraling outward
and inward
dissolving in an ocean of love
reflection songs fall through love's mirror
leaving not even nothing
not even love
we are imaginary sides
of love's reflection
liquid mirrors
dancing
Nothing but your own lips kissing themselves
Sky kissing sky
songs of ancient shadows, promises of light, filled me and emptied me and poured me out until there was no knowing nor non knowing of this dream within a dream within a dream within a dream...
love came from no where and everywhere and burned even the idea of love...
and who lay in love's funeral pyre but an idea of certitude?
...embraced and eviscerated by my own ideas of life
of death
of love
it was me who wore the necklace of skulls!
when the dream is no longer believed and imaginary separation is no longer felt
still I waltz with life
as it waltzes me
still I dance with death
as death dances me
still I am in love with love
as love is in love with me
I waltz with you through these love songs
that no one sings
it appears that my fingers slide over this keyboard
as the first robin sings in the early morning rain
as my reflection in the window fades into dawn...
and it appears that there is a someone who reads this missive of love...
a someone who threw this note into the sea
and waits for a reply...
but there is no distant shore
no one walks these empty beaches
we are a dance of wind in wind
an empty bottle holds no letters, nor space, nor emptiness
the glass shatters as inside merges with outside
the imaginary middle slides into everywhere and no where
and it looks like love to me
and it feels like love to me
in love
as love
through love
life flows....
the entire story is no longer believed ....there is no one to take it personally or not.... knowing you are a fairy tale character does not end the character's humanness... there is no one to own or have emotion, it feels like joy and sorrow and love and awe have merged into a deep deep river without banks, overflowing...
your own sunset swallows you
and you are forever
golden
dreaming of dawn
a young boy sleeps
surfing waves of sky
and who could mend these broken shadows
traipsing across my doorstep
I found no light that would mend all things
there were no things to be mended
nor one thing to be broken
love slides into love
and leaves no wake
nor shadow
echoes breathe
without sound
or silence
this dream sings itself
a pulsating scintillating dream of light and shadow
and colors
blossoming
and wilting
it feels like love
breathing
in your empty chest
first bird sings in the stillness of rain
clouds descend into the canyon
mountains dissolve
yet I can feel them
hovering
slipping into the back beat of time
I am echoes of yesterday
blooming
and falling
into this very breath
that no one takes
or holds
time and distance were but a heartbeat away
meaning and non meaning lost their grip
my hand dissolved into seamless beauty
unraveling the present of endless
softness
falling
into itself
and who was drowned in this unfathomable ocean of love?
there are no beaches with footsteps crumbling…
winds dancing...
waves crashing...
no shore where a ship set sail…
or harbor in which to take shelter
no surface on which the sky can shimmer
or moon to gaze upon her own reflection
no darkness underneath these waves of love
nor sandy bottom where dreams can gather
no horizon to call...
no one to answer
what is inside the word sky
what is outside?
laying in the long summer grasses
stars falling
how can you meet this ever flowing
self arising self erasing momentary
where is the line between you and the wind?
is it your tender skin?
your heart?
or is it only words that seem to encapsulate the wind
and your heart
and keep it from flying apart
dissolving the lines between who you thought you were
and what you were not
but could never find
spring green is filled with sparrows and yellow finches
but I cannot find them
yellow flashes punctuate the afternoon
as these very letters pour color into love's daydream
I am the gentle murmuring of all your beautiful stories...
waves of softness lapping on the shores of an edgeless sea
love songs singing themselves with wild abandon
never needing words or silence to be heard
love swoons into itself
and you are caught in your own embrace
as you fall through
the falling
arms
hands
fingers
dissolve into wings
into sky
into space
into not even nothing
love flows in
where it has never left
our names are its signature
the script unwinds the wind
with which it was written
we are love's colors
love is its own wondrous adornment
dissolved in moon
half away tears
paint your cheeks
with love songs
this silence of infinite echoes
sings
in a million foreign tongues
unknown and yet haunting familiar
you try to grasp the words
and fall through them
you try to hold the magic
and fall through yourself
this sea of illusion
cannot even be called illusion
or a mystery
or the unknown
without a hand to grasp it
or a mind separate from it
to see it...
love cannot see itself
or know itself
it is love
itself
we are imaginary echos falling in between space and time
drowned in this dream of love dreaming love
love sings itself and its song
is love
time flows through a mirror and erases its footsteps
and the promise of an other side
evaporating the middle ground
dissolving the dance...
there is no one to lead
or follow...
no two to merge
nor one to fall apart
love is an empty dream
falling through itself
night time dreams fade as dawn approaches
pouring starlight into those small white flowers
you never learned the name of
shadows surge and ebb in the wake of moon
carving ripples in your empty chest
as the inside of your ruptured heart spills out
the universe rushes in
love is its song
tears the medium
we are shimmering reflections
the wetness in each others eyes
liquid light
blooms
and melts into
this
very kiss
when the dream tightness the noose on itself and the feeling of separation is complete, then there is a vague remembering of the deliciousness of lostness... of unknowing ...of being suspended in and as seamless beauty, but as that is not a "knowable" objectified state, it cannot be pinpointed and it becomes a longing for a long lost lover you never met...
I am an imaginary echo between space and time
dream of light blooms
ignites the dream of darkness
fire of love consumes even itself...
enlightenment is a dream
falling though a dream
within a dream
within a dream
love looks through itself
falls through your eyes
shimmering reflections
of reflections
swirl and flow through pools of echoes
we are the dance of love
falling in love with itself
love embraces love
overflows its banks
swoons into this ocean of tears
it never left
all night
memories linger
but cannot breathe
ocean pours through itself and leaves no wake
or ripple
I am an echo of love
that has no sound
nor silence
I am rain songs falling
through all the yesterdays
that ever danced through me
in me
as me
wetness slides though wetness
we are water songs
echoes of love pirouette
spiraling outward
and inward
dissolving in an ocean of love
reflection songs fall through love's mirror
leaving not even nothing
not even love
we are imaginary sides
of love's reflection
liquid mirrors
dancing
Nothing but your own lips kissing themselves
Sky kissing sky
songs of ancient shadows, promises of light, filled me and emptied me and poured me out until there was no knowing nor non knowing of this dream within a dream within a dream within a dream...
love came from no where and everywhere and burned even the idea of love...
and who lay in love's funeral pyre but an idea of certitude?
...embraced and eviscerated by my own ideas of life
of death
of love
it was me who wore the necklace of skulls!
when the dream is no longer believed and imaginary separation is no longer felt
still I waltz with life
as it waltzes me
still I dance with death
as death dances me
still I am in love with love
as love is in love with me
I waltz with you through these love songs
that no one sings
it appears that my fingers slide over this keyboard
as the first robin sings in the early morning rain
as my reflection in the window fades into dawn...
and it appears that there is a someone who reads this missive of love...
a someone who threw this note into the sea
and waits for a reply...
but there is no distant shore
no one walks these empty beaches
we are a dance of wind in wind
an empty bottle holds no letters, nor space, nor emptiness
the glass shatters as inside merges with outside
the imaginary middle slides into everywhere and no where
and it looks like love to me
and it feels like love to me
in love
as love
through love
life flows....
the entire story is no longer believed ....there is no one to take it personally or not.... knowing you are a fairy tale character does not end the character's humanness... there is no one to own or have emotion, it feels like joy and sorrow and love and awe have merged into a deep deep river without banks, overflowing...
your own sunset swallows you
and you are forever
golden
dreaming of dawn
a young boy sleeps
surfing waves of sky
and who could mend these broken shadows
traipsing across my doorstep
I found no light that would mend all things
there were no things to be mended
nor one thing to be broken
love slides into love
and leaves no wake
nor shadow
echoes breathe
without sound
or silence
this dream sings itself
a pulsating scintillating dream of light and shadow
and colors
blossoming
and wilting
it feels like love
breathing
in your empty chest
first bird sings in the stillness of rain
clouds descend into the canyon
mountains dissolve
yet I can feel them
hovering
slipping into the back beat of time
I am echoes of yesterday
blooming
and falling
into this very breath
that no one takes
or holds
time and distance were but a heartbeat away
meaning and non meaning lost their grip
my hand dissolved into seamless beauty
unraveling the present of endless
softness
falling
into itself
and who was drowned in this unfathomable ocean of love?
there are no beaches with footsteps crumbling…
winds dancing...
waves crashing...
no shore where a ship set sail…
or harbor in which to take shelter
no surface on which the sky can shimmer
or moon to gaze upon her own reflection
no darkness underneath these waves of love
nor sandy bottom where dreams can gather
no horizon to call...
no one to answer
what is inside the word sky
what is outside?
laying in the long summer grasses
stars falling
how can you meet this ever flowing
self arising self erasing momentary
where is the line between you and the wind?
is it your tender skin?
your heart?
or is it only words that seem to encapsulate the wind
and your heart
and keep it from flying apart
dissolving the lines between who you thought you were
and what you were not
but could never find
spring green is filled with sparrows and yellow finches
but I cannot find them
yellow flashes punctuate the afternoon
as these very letters pour color into love's daydream
I am the gentle murmuring of all your beautiful stories...
waves of softness lapping on the shores of an edgeless sea
love songs singing themselves with wild abandon
never needing words or silence to be heard
love swoons into itself
and you are caught in your own embrace
as you fall through
the falling
arms
hands
fingers
dissolve into wings
into sky
into space
into not even nothing
love flows in
where it has never left
our names are its signature
the script unwinds the wind
with which it was written
we are love's colors
love is its own wondrous adornment
dissolved in moon
half away tears
paint your cheeks
with love songs
this silence of infinite echoes
sings
in a million foreign tongues
unknown and yet haunting familiar
you try to grasp the words
and fall through them
you try to hold the magic
and fall through yourself
this sea of illusion
cannot even be called illusion
or a mystery
or the unknown
without a hand to grasp it
or a mind separate from it
to see it...
love cannot see itself
or know itself
it is love
itself
we are imaginary echos falling in between space and time
drowned in this dream of love dreaming love
love sings itself and its song
is love
time flows through a mirror and erases its footsteps
and the promise of an other side
evaporating the middle ground
dissolving the dance...
there is no one to lead
or follow...
no two to merge
nor one to fall apart
love is an empty dream
falling through itself
night time dreams fade as dawn approaches
pouring starlight into those small white flowers
you never learned the name of
shadows surge and ebb in the wake of moon
carving ripples in your empty chest
as the inside of your ruptured heart spills out
the universe rushes in
love is its song
tears the medium
we are shimmering reflections
the wetness in each others eyes
liquid light
blooms
and melts into
this
very kiss
when the dream tightness the noose on itself and the feeling of separation is complete, then there is a vague remembering of the deliciousness of lostness... of unknowing ...of being suspended in and as seamless beauty, but as that is not a "knowable" objectified state, it cannot be pinpointed and it becomes a longing for a long lost lover you never met...
I am an imaginary echo between space and time
dream of light blooms
ignites the dream of darkness
fire of love consumes even itself...
enlightenment is a dream
falling though a dream
within a dream
within a dream
love looks through itself
falls through your eyes
shimmering reflections
of reflections
swirl and flow through pools of echoes
we are the dance of love
falling in love with itself
love embraces love
overflows its banks
swoons into this ocean of tears
it never left
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