Tuesday, June 30, 2020

In love with love


ocean paints its colors with sky reflection
I have no colors without you
there is not even nakedness
or a vacant silhouette
to fill in with cut out clothes and a face from a magazine
no empty page where you can write a story
of a girl
a woman
a songster
a lover of love
a lover of all that seems to appear
a lover falling in love with everyone I see....
....I seem to appear in the loving of you
love writes my lines
and erases me

thought is memory's paintbrush
anointing my eyes with infinite shades of summer
and tears to wash the colors into my heart
all colors paint this love
that cannot be held
or painted
all things fall through it
and are held in it

photos sing without words or music
memory paints the colors of morning
how would you know a flower without memory
what is a flower but memory
blossoming
and wilting

waterfalls of tears wash away the rainbows of the past
and the colors of an imaginary future
there is no actual knowing of flowers
or beauty
or love
perhaps that is why we love them so

awakening is utter intimacy
the slash of reds when my heart was eviscerated
the deep greeny blues when I was drowned
the clear transparency of sky
when I fell through my reflection
and the utter absence of light
when there was no one on the other side

I am the low howl of moon rushing across the desert sky
falling into a mirage of love
pools of echoes paint the colors of water
no one can grasp

you cannot hold moonlight yet you love it so
love's delicate petals cannot be grasped
for they are crushed
into memory of moon






I am a flowing portrait of memory
that no one ever posed for
no hand or camera created it
there are no lines to erase
or fill in with color

I am less substantial than the song that sings me
sky soars through sky
no need of wings
or feathers
or skin

I am a river of reflections
...flowing echoes of faces
of tears
and laughter
and wide eyed wonder
there is no source
nor end...

I dance with my shadow
on red canyon walls
there is no original dancer
only this dream ballet of light and shadow
that no one dreams

I am the singing of infinite fairy tales of wonder
a liquid mirror of reflections
of you and you and you and you...

you are not
I am not

love

is

not

and yet....
there is a dance of lovers
no one leads
no one follows
there is no before
or after
no steps to take
no where to go
in this canyon of echoes
singing you
singing me
singing
love





I can feel the curtains blowing in the room next door
I can feel the shadows blooming
I can feel the tree tops dancing
I can feel your heart breaking
for it is mine
it is ours
it is us

for a while the rhythm of the night
accompanies the first robin
a sigh
a pause
the hush before dawn....
as the crickets hide with the darkness under the roses

this silence cannot be extinguished
it is the fire that consumes us
this love without edges
pierces our hearts
and skins us alive
and we find nothing underneath the skin
the flesh and bones and blood never contained a person
there was no skin
to shred
there never was a mountain
to climb
the shoes were always empty
they never were....

simultaneously and inseparably without beginning or end
without oneness or twoness
we dance in love as love through love...
the dance of nothing at all is supersaturated with love... always the first and last kiss...
there are no two in emptiness
no two in love
I am the loving of you...
yet there is no one here
nor there
there is no here
nor there
nor In-between
yet
this is where we dance
and fall in love





and you are a beautiful love song that sings my heart into an ecstatic dance where dancers seem to appear and dissolve with every breath every note every sound every pause every word singing the infinite names of love....

we are the wings of love's all consuming embrace that erased us, and formed us into an unimaginably wondrous love song
never heard nor not heard
utterly apparent but never grasped...
dancing without time or space or any thing
or any one
dancing......

I am the loving of you.... together we are this dance of sublime  liquidity, a water ballet of colored winds.... waterfalls of grace tumbling through an atemporal waltz of never and forever....

we exist only in between the remembering and forgetting...

in between the in between is a placeless place where love falls in love with her own echo and cannot find and cannot lose her place in this dance without dancers...
in this love without lovers
or love....

the is the dream of love, of lovers, of infinite rainbows bursting into a song that no one can hear or remember or forget yet all can feel it...
this is the magic they seek but cannot find, as we are this love without love...
we are this dance without dancers....

we have no words yet find our mouths... our breath... our lips our skin our tongues our hearts singing together....
in a language foreign and familiar
with vowels round and full and the staccato of consonants.... like the trees singing in the autumn winds.... or the dog barking in the distance.... and the tires on the road.... a corny country love song barely heard caught in the canyon winds and delivered straight to a heart that no one owns....
as our hearts have exploded into love's heart magic....

just like this we are a love song.... unabashedly human.... unabashedly in love with all and everything... and nothing at all.......

all are sublimely innocent.... choice-less imaginary personas.... masks without a head or face....
no one is wearing the character or playing a part...
we are all a flowing thought stream, which seems to swirl and flow yet never moves nor is not moving....
there is no center to the swirling... no beginning nor end nor middle
no one to hold on
or let go...
I feel like hugging every one I meet and telling them how beautiful they are and that I love them, but I don’t, as  this can easily be misunderstood....

as I am also a beautifully innocent imaginary lover dancing down lovers lane...
painted by the perfume of sunset
and the wash of darkness....
knowing and feeling there is no other better more or next
this embrace of love's infinite intimacy longs to be shared
but it cannot
and I weep
and muddle along
looking for ways to say, 'I love you'
because I do






memory soars
through summer skies
ocean song
has no beginning nor end
you will never hear
any words that will fill you
or empty you
as you are nothing more or less than words
this thought stream that paints your world
spins a flowing web of morning
and billowy white flowers of night
wilting

eons of dreams
acres of tears
we are the pages of memory turning
no one writes the stories that we are
or reads them
no one plays a part
there is no actor underneath this nakedness
no one singing
no one dancing
no one loving
no one dissolving into love's infinite embrace
there is no one soaring
on wings of love

death is love's mirror
grief is her shadow
she reaches through your reflection
and plunges her tongue into your heart
the grief of all things lost
of all lovers
all yesterdays
and all tomorrows...

the devastating evisceration of this skinless world
the erasing of even your nakedness
leaves not a breath
nor song
but is the song of emptiness
singing itself
another story
another idea
falling through all ideas
coloring the dream with an unidentified perfume
igniting love's fire
for when there is not even a sky to fall through
or an ocean
or waves
or water
or tears
you find yourself again
shoe-less
foot-less
wing-less
skin-less
soaring through the dream of love
in love
as love

it is only the dream of wind dancing through itself
long trails of roses in the morning light
a bird I cannot see
sings the dawn

there is no need to sew water into drops
that will fill the ocean
no need to separate wetness
from your tears
hands may seem to move through morning skies
trying to capture this vastness
hearts may seem to be empty
or full
but it is only love singing a lullaby
shhhhhhhhh she says
it is only a beautiful dream
neither real nor unreal
neither true nor false
just a dream
dreaming itself
like this






no one reads the book but the pages seem to turn
all words have fallen through the paper

all is drifting
clouds
dissolving as they
almost
form

sky falls through her shadow
painted with a dream of blueness
and source-less light
transparency slides through transparency
and there is no sky or clouds or endless blue
nothing to be held
and no heart to hold it
we are liquid dreams slipping through an amorphous wetness
that has no taste nor smell
nor anything that can be seen

it is felt...
sky burning
the last embers of day
as all horizons unfolds into an inky blackness
that has no depth
nor end

I am sky
there is no sky
I am water
there is no water
simply liquid sky
dreaming itself

we are wings of love
soaring through sky
sky
soaring through sky
not two
not one
just hearts
beating
madly
falling
in love
with love





walking along the horizon between the night
and day time dream
falling into this empty breath
where empty words collide
dancing in between the in between
where nothing at all is dancing...

opal moon slides across the threshold
leaves this poem on my doorstep
painting this empty room
this empty heart
where love said goodbye to love

words swirl in a nautilus shell
ocean pours into a glass
and swallows me
infinite liquidity paints color into my breath
my heart
these songs 
ignite the words they are written with
burning the pages
so your very being is exposed
to be words
fire cannot escape its own fate

wind rushes down main street
collecting leftover leaves and pieces of forgotten moon
swirling dreams of nowhere
gather in the gutters with yesterday's rain
reflecting memories of love's pyre
burning the dream of nakedness
as sky falls through its own sunset

where is the heart to hold your world
when your heart is the world?
where are the words to hold this love
when love is the words?
where is the sky in last night's dream
where is yesterday's sunset
...falling through empty pools of memory
washing color into this dream of day

we are the blossoms of yesterday's skies
petals falling into echoes of memory
how beautifully they kiss their reflection
in the wetness your eyes

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

You are the light of the world

caught in the collision between time and timelessness
between ideas of real and unreal
citidels of memory melted into a liquid dream scape of disphenous clouds forming and dissolving
surfing the trade winds of moon songs

mountains slowly waltz in this water land ballet 
I am the drifting of evening shadows 
flowing winds of joy and sorrow 
the ebb and tide of laughter
and tears
we are softly woven galaxies spinning fire in the absence of space and light 
oceans of sky reflection pouring through 
eons of timeless time soaring as feathered wings of wonder
we are the kiss of night and day
light and dark
freedom and non freedom
form and emptiness 

 trails of memory 
wisps of shadows
dissolving into light





and what words could sing of this vast infinite spaciousness
without space
this timeless-ness
without time
this absence of even emptiness....
this absence of absence.....
...and the utter devastating emptiness of the love that erased even itself... 

and oh my ...the fullness
knowing that all things are imaginary
knowing that you and love and all you have ever loved are simply wondrous thought dreams...
even these tears
even this wetness
even this...

ahhhhh...... the love of it all.... the love of the loving it all.....

between the between lies the nebula that cannot be seen or grasped or imagined as it is not a fire of light... or heat... but of an unfathomable love... 
a searing blast of love's heart magic that explodes and implodes simultaneously leaving not even ashes or wind to blow them away.... 

ambiguous words and phrases may make the head spin, but what spins the heart so that it loses all sense of time and direction....
so that there is nothing to be lost or found... forgotten or remembered.... held or abandoned...  
...so that love cannot find a home....
or clothes to wear
or wings to fly into your beating heart and dance with a rhythm that has no beat other than this song of echoes
that we are 
so that all and everything is felt to be simply a miracle painted by love...

and I am suspended as a slow pirouette... every pore of my being super saturated with sublime aliveness...

....this is love beyond any ideas of love
without boundaries or dimension...
without time or space or oneness or two-ness....
you know this you feel this and you long to be this...
and it is your longing to be this to capture this to hold this to be this love
that keeps you from discovering that you are



this is the thundering silence exquisitely singIng when all tomorrows have collapsed
into a mug of steaming tea on a cold mountain morning...
...a humming bird inspecting the chrysanthemums on my hat that I seemed to have crocheted
once
maybe...
no hands ever moved the yarn and hook...
there have never been crocheted flowers outside of this sumptuous rainbow dream
where countless shades of thought slide through waterfalls of color and
one thumb
softly tapping the glass screen...
I am the story of a girl a woman sitting watching morning spill into the silent dawn

without wind the pines have no song 
yet hidden among the high trees and low tangling bushes
birds announce the morning
shadows wait for the sun to hold them...
carpet of moon glow simply the dream of night fading into this flowing day time dream 

an unutterable symphony of perception where attention seems to move
and pause
...dance
and rest....

this is waves of torrential ecstasy softly lapping on the shores of an edgeless dream
I am a wind song that seems to beg to be sung
that longs to reach through your window and embrace your naked heart
just like this
we are love’s heart magic
beating...

there is no separation
no things to be apart
or to be joined...
this is the magic dance of one 
of two
of many
of none
this dance of sun and shadow
super saturated as perfection itself
in the absence of perfection and imperfection...

love washes away the script
that no one ever read
and all words fall gently into this stream
of nothing
of everything
where all your prayers dissolved
all letters fell apart
all sounds
all silence
all love
gently
flows
through itself

I am a lost and found
wind song
in wind





who dances under the sashay of moon
or is it moonlight pirouetting with itself?
waves of thought paint waves of moonlight crashing
on warm summer beaches
where lovers stroll looking for hidden places
filled only with moon

wind sweeps through the hollows
empty of moon
where your heart lingered
looking for love
looking for other 
looking for tomorrow
...which never came

the emptiness you feel inside cannot be avoided
it will crush you
eat your bones
down to the marrow of love
and suck out all the joy
and sorrow

love erases all that you thought was yours
and all that you believed was not yours
love crumbles the mightiest of fortresses, 
as well as the softness of moon shadows
flowing through deep dark nights
until not even ashes are left
nor winds to blow them away...

and somehow this undeniable vast measureless emptiness
blooms
into a love that encompass all things
an infinite intimate embrace of joy

there can be tears
seen and unseen
as you arise as a broken hearted beauty
love
unadorned

gossamer wings of moon and
wind sail through you
as you are moonlight and wind dancing






morning bird is her song
last breath of moon left her
alone
in the tall pines
waiting for another
to listen

wind has no voice
without trees
and your beautiful heart
to translate
wind
and trees
into wind song

love has no song
no voice 
without two hearts
to sing

one heart
is no heart
I do not exist without you
love requires two
yet there is no dividing love




the knowing of this magic
is the magic of life
and everyone knows love....

love arises only in our beautiful eyes
it dances in the shimmering space in between who we think we are
our shoes are empty
there is no dance floor
yet I can feel our imaginary lines merging and disappearing 
painted by love
dissolved in love
as even love evaporates
 
this waltz of shine and shadow
and colors
blooming
are the infinity of thought
blossoming
dancing with itself
what is lighter than thought
when light is a thought?

how deep is love
when there is no height
no depth
no surface or edge
no water
no wetness
in this ocean of love




night breathes softly
stars have no anchor
dreams of mariners track our stories
the are the shimmering in our eyes

we are shooting stars
ancient and new
burning before we touch the earth
there is no ground
nor sky
nor starlight streaming

silent footfalls leave no prints along thIs path of stars
wind dreams me
I dream of wind
night dreams of stars
stars dream of sleep

words are stars
windows of fire
created and connected in the milky way of thought 
we are stories of heroes and dragons and
starlight reflections
your blinding brilliance astounds me
and I weep

I find myself only in the light of your eyes
I love the dance of light we emerge in
we are star songs
blazing
and I love you for that

morning arches her back
sun slides through the trees adorning every eye with sky reflection
where does sky end and your eyes begin?
where are the stars in last night’s sky

do stars remember
or are we the remembering of stars?




paper bird unfolds her wings
ripping sky into feathers of light
my origami heart has no shape of its own
as love slid off the picture book from which it was formed, and unleashed itself from the shores of hope
and fear

I am a paper heart tattooed with love’s infinite expression 
my blood runs with the stories of all who ever loved and lost love... 
I soar with paper wings of sky
paper winds 
shred words into love letters
like this




morning streams through the towering pines
twisting and twirling spiraling upwards steam from my yellow mug...
elegant dragon tales emerge to the melody of unseen birds and the first tires on a distant road
like waves on a primordial beach

the magic of color and sound arise
as thought paints the dawn, along with a someone with eyes to recognize it’s beauty,  a heart to fall in love...
and the utter magnificence of this aliveness
this awareness of awareness
a double helix Möbius strip spinning stories with an empty center....

and it is our fading footprints that remind me that I have loved you since before there was a before...

we emerge only as this dance
of one
of two
of many 
of none
I am waterfalls of tears
sliding songs of rainbow dreams




Love’s delicate beauty 
cannot be grasped 
All words dissolve into
sound 
feathers





My heart is adorned with bits of broken shells and glass
fallen petals dancing
...a pirouette of reflected light
of all the faces I have ever loved
all the songs I have ever heard
every smile and every tear
every touch...
pouring into deep soundless canyons
where I dance in-between the waves.... 
Memories tossed in by the tides and wind 
catch the light in our eyes and reflect our beauty

Every word contains countless stories
Echoes of infinity embrace and reverberate through all words
We seem to emerge where the words intersect into songs, a flowing net of concepts overflowing in this dream of echoes

Billowy golden petals catch the canyon winds
Morning sweeps into the desert
I am wind singing in the towering pines
These songs will be heard as bits of shells and broken glass
Smoothed by the winds and tides of memory
in every heart that listens to wind songs.
This exchange of words, this sharing of stories...
is called love
And I emerge in the loving of you

My lover has placed rocks to smile at me as they reflect the morning’s smile
the world smiles back...
And I love him




We are magnificent stories 
Fairy tales of thought 
Kings and queens and frightened children 
Looking for love 
But stories are made up
Written with echoes
By the mind stream 
Which writes itself into this virtual reality 

We are less substantial than wind reflection flowing through the rear view mirror
But love 
Love must be real!
A wondrous thought treasure 
When treasure is a sparkling thought...

Love is the gem of the universe 
The architect of of our humanness 
Love is simply mirror images sliding through an imaginary middle
Erasing imaginary boundaries built by thought 

There is nothing underneath this mirrored reflection 
A flowing tapestry woven of thought
Never done or undone in its tattered majesty
Songs are it’s colors
Releasing these words into wind and sky
So that they take on the sound of another’s magic...
And there are no others
And there is no singer
No wind 
No sky
Not even this rippling magic of wonder
Saturating this beautiful dream 

Yet I dance amongst the ruins of imaginary castles 
Fortresses of thought that crumbled into the images of stones they were built from 
Long grasses and young blood red flowers waving in the wind
Like us, rippling waves of thought....
And fall in love 

I am a tuning fork for wind 
My heart an elegant fluted echo chamber 
Formed by the wind songs it sings

I am a rainbow dream drifting in moon song 
Soaring through painted winds 

Liquidity of life 
Dissolves into itself 
I am a waking dream of leaf shadows flowing across the sidewalk 
Fading into night

And what can be said about this dream
That dreams itself
When this dream is a dream is a dream is a....

Soundless echoes sliding through the caverns of mind drifting day dreams into halls of wonder reverberating into a seamless dream scape of time and place and colors... 

infinite permutations of ecstasy spiraling outwards and inwards without a center or edge or place to begin or end, where a tidal wave of awe is the back beat to all dream songs.... slow or fast, rhythmic or not 
A melody that sings us all
Paints smiles and heartache and laugher and love 
and harsh words and lullabies and soft gentle moon light fading into dawn.... 

And the tall pines hold secrets that only the wind knows
Your heart knows that this vast emptiness is true
It also knows that love and truth are a dream song 
And that there is no next 
Love and hate...
Deep deep sorrow, abject despair and overwhelming waves of joy are the colors of the dream 
They have no more substance than thought itself which seems to paint a you in the center of these swirling colors
How wide how deep is thought
When depth is thought?
When thought is thought....
Who looks for love when love is the looking 
Thought circles itself
And you, the imaginary center of this thought dream will never find the heart of this obvious magic 
You are it... 

It is you who breathes silence into the forest
and starlight sparkling through the trees 
the first bird has no song without you 
There is no voice 
Heard or unheard without yours....

Without your eyes there is no darkness 
or light
or Dawn blossoming into day
you are the magic of imaginary separation 
Without which there are no separate notes
No melody 
No silence 
Breathing 

Everywhere you look
The universe appears 
You are the light
The beauty 
The love
You are the light of the world

Sunday, June 14, 2020

Love is enough

everyone is the looking for love
You can see it in their eyes
But love is not a thing that can be lost or found
No hand no heart can hold it
But it can be felt that we are living in the love that we are




we are echoes of sky
flowing through sky
a million photographs of wind
sailing through wind reflection

pictures of you
and your world
transparent thought dreams
origami wings
unfold into sky

we are the song of love's enchantment
with love
lost and found in this dream of echos
this infinite dream of love
dreaming itself






love carves the wind into a song that sings your name
you can hear it
calling you
you reach for the words
you cannot capture
or hear

your can feel it in the tree tops weaving sky into lace
words you heard long ago
when your world was just being broken into infinite pieces
and sky was shattered into countless shards of blue
and beauty was floating
somewhere
in between
you and the sky
and happiness was a gallery of tomorrows
behind the bars of freedom
and love was countless arrows
shot at the sun

wind sings of wind
sky sings of sky
and love
love sings all songs
and erases the words
just as the music is heard
so as not to forget
so as not to remember
just so...
love sings your name
and it sounds like love



Life sings itself
Self arising and simultaneously self erasing...

Shared learned words provide our uniqueness... infinite arrangements of a story that flows from birth to death....
every word evokes a unique swirling collage of memory... painting a flowing dream of a person soaring against a fabricated backdrop of time and space... the curtain that is always closing....

and we are bathed in the same colors of sunset.... bathed in loves beauty.... that we recognize in each other’s eyes.... it is our shared humanness that we see and love
we arise in each other’s love light





we are the song of morning
bathed in morning song

what is the distance between you and these words?
between you and the wind
dancing
what is wind but a word
under the word there is not even nothing
there are no things to capture
no hands
nor hearts
without words

how I gathered words that seemed to hold an ineffable magic
so that I might drink them
and hold them
and become the magic I longed for

the magic is the words
the story that writes itself
this very dream song flowing through your head
painting light and shadow
and colors...

I am a flowing gallery of stories
every word evokes infinite thought dreams
an edgeless world of edges
immeasurably rich and lush

there is no fixed and solid persona
no person inside the thought dream at all
there is no center to the swirling
we are galaxies of infinite star songs
flowing portraits
of mirrored radiance
our arms reach out
and we can never touch
but we seem to bathe in each others light

I am the stories we share
the imaginary lines have been seen through
they are no longer felt
and this is the magic
the love
I longed for






my cave of moonlight was ripped
into shreds of sorrow
tears melted my body
into the ground
earth and sky dissolved
into sorrow's song
echoes of what was never heard
filled the dawn

my song is a sublime melancholy of infinite stars
never touching
always shining
their death unseen
for eons
we are the shimmering
in-between

a primordial dance erupting in an ocean of starlight
cold and hot
and every nuance of color
it is a love that calls and answers itself
in this enchantment of words
this love is light years away from joy
and sorrow
and love

poems cannot read themselves
they must be sung
and heard
without you I have no song
there is no singer...
we are the dancing in between
this call and answer love song




how vast and vacant the night
tumbling through the forest of dreams
through the roof
through the ceiling
through your skin
gathering your aloneness into a bouquet of emptiness
washing light and darkness
away

where is the skin between you and this great alone-ness?
where is the line between you and the wind?
where is the feeling of wind?
where does love abide?
in your heart?
in your mind?

or is it in the wind
and moon light
softly
slowly
dancing
filagree of leaf shadows
pirouetting on the street...

one robin in the dark
an hour before the chorus
first tires on the road
inseparable from wind song
maybe it's the ocean
leagues upon leagues away...
where an empty shell lies
waiting for your ears
to listen
again
to the wind





and we are forever falling
In and as and
through
love
without time or place or anywhere to go
without anyone to give love
or anyone to receive it

you cannot hide your windswept heart
from sky mirror
it is only the wind
dancing with itself

you cannot hide your love
it is not yours or mine
it cannot be found or lost
it is as real as yesterday's wind
softly caressing your cheek
and as real as as the fire
that burnt your dog eared collection of poems
where you looked and looked for love's enchantment
not knowing you were the spell
that love cast
upon the river
just to see her reflection swirling

love bathes in infinite rainbows
through colors painted by your eyes
and this is the beauty that you are
but can never see
as you are love's unfathomable beauty
swooning into her own eyes

I catch a glimpse of myself in your eyes
we are reflected light
infinitely disappearing
shimmering
wetness

dew on the morning grasses
echoes of tears
falling silently
into the hush
of your windswept heart






how deep was the sky
when it fell through your vastness
what happened to your hands
as they dissolved into sky

what happened to your heart
as love lost its anchor
and the moon and stars swooned into the brilliance
of love's infinite light

what happened to the spaces between us
when our stories merged
and we disappeared into each other's beauty

how wondrous this recognition of our sublime humanness
there is not even nothing here
without your echo
without your song
I am not





this is the hush before dawn
that never leaves
it is heard in the first birds singing
seen in the first light sweeping the garden
felt in the soft wind
gently
waltzing

this is a silence full of sound
waves crashing
thunder storms brewing
acres of moonlight flooding the canyon
the harsh words of a lover
and deep deep kisses and laughter

it is the echo without a source
and reflections without sides
it is in everyone's eyes
in your smiles and tears
in the storm and the rainbows reflecting on the wet pavement
and in your delicate eyes
it is heard in birth
and in death
and the symphony in-between
it is the love
and the absence of love

it is unutterable overwhelming joy
this sublime beauty found in everything
when it is known there are no things
nor anyone to hold them
not even love can hold it

yet it feels like love
silently singing
super saturating all and everything
with a seamless beauty
that includes everything
and nothing at all
in her edgeless embrace

you know this silence
you know this love
but it cannot be known or captured by you
it is a delicious unknowing that cannot be uttered
there are no words for it
I call it the unfathomable love that arises after love dies
the hush before dawn
deep and sweet as a lover's dream
but then, now it is a thing
and there are none




moon rests gently
in her own arms
rocking in the cradle of night
I do not mourn her departure
I am the silence of her echo
drenched in ocean

I am a memory of moonlight
dancing on the waves
the song of tides
swelling
and ebbing
and sea birds
unseen
sleeping on the sands

breath of ocean
waters
mountain flowers

I am moonlight
raining
tender shoots
rising
pale buds
opening
infinite shades of yellow
exploding into sun

we are an exquisite dream of light and dark
and color...
lines are drawn around shapes
and moments
and it is in this dream of time
between the vastness of eternity and utter emptiness
where echoes dance
and hands slide across a keyboard
singing moonlight songs

we are holographic images streaming through an imaginary river of space and time
dancing
as moonlight does
shimmering echoes of reflected light







and I am but an echo of an empty shell
drowning in sky reflection
bleached of all its luster
picked up and discarded by a small girl
as she scoured the sand looking for magic
ravaged by ocean song
and the endless silence of memory

I am the heartache of losing my shadow
and the hands and heart that danced with it

I am endless breathtaking sunrise
and simultaneous sunset
as it flows through me
I am the absence of color
and a scintillating pirouette of infinite rainbows
waltzing through a water color dream scape
without beginning or end
or any ground to dance upon

a painting without a canvas
slipping through its own colors
dripping
softly
into a poem
that disappears as soon as the letters are deciphered
words dripping knives across a screen
shattering endless blue
into shards of sky
mirroring the sublime heartache
of the blooming of love and beauty and their demise

songs are waterfalls of words
pouring through words
joy and sorrow and love slip into sublime
emptiness
as emptiness dissolves
into love






through the hedge
and wind
I can hear children laughing
I can almost see them playing

I am sorrow and joy and awe and love
rippling
there are no separate feelings
or things
no one wears these transparent clothes of wonder

love
swallowed all and everything
even love
...there never was a mountain

and now life feels like love beyond any ideas of love
an ecstatic sensuous dance
a seamless edgeless flow of light
flowing through light
an exquisite pirouette of mind-blowing beauty
infinite flowers blooming
yet all these words are merely the wind stirring fallen petals
across the barren ground






trying to peer between the words
when space is a word
when word is a word
when between is a word

yet I was the trying
to capture an unseen magic
life was felt to be a mystery that needed solving
a foreign language that I could not hear
I knew there had to be a code I could find the key to
but as this unfathomable magic was all and everything
sung in every key
including the feeling that it was not
it could not be captured
into the word magic
or in any specific words at all

all words fell apart into letters
indecipherable out of context
all words reference other words
there is no solid ground upon which life is written
no hand that writes us
no script to follow
or read...

simply love letters written by no one
heard by everyone
in this language of love
written with sky reflection
dissolving into an echo of sky

my eyes drowned in tears
slowly
slowly
washing away shadow and the light
and the nothing in between

moon slides through the horizon
kisses her reflection
on the other side of sky

love slides through
her own reflection
kisses herself
through your eyes






love is not a word you can hang your hat on
it is not a noun
there are no nouns
it is a movement
movement is a word

wind in the pines swirls in updrafts and downdrafts
and is caught in the next tree
for an empty breath
to sing

wind in the cottonwoods is held on the in-breath
and the tree explodes on the exhale
sky lace flowing in infinite ungraspable patterns
of an indecipherable thing called beauty
its beauty being that there is no knowing what beauty is
or why we love it so

if wind is a word
who can translate it
into a language we can understand
we are a dance of words
transparent photographs
of wind

death is a noun
grief is a verb
the morning birds are singing
and the wind is dead

I call this love
this vast emptiness that has drowned the world of words
as words circle around an empty breath
and sing me into the dream
where wind dances
and love magically appears
no one knows what love is
that is why we love it so





words have no taste when there are no lips
no tongue
for them to melt on
songs have no sound when there is no heart to hear them

when there is no listener
the singer disappears

does wind have words without your ears?
are trees the whisperers of wind?
what is the language of love
if not the indecipherable magic
of wind swirling in the pines
...and the piecing heart magic of love?

you are life's song
written with wind
in wind
the song needs no translation
to be heard
is enough

love
is
enough

Wednesday, June 3, 2020

Language of love

the language of love
cannot be understood
for it has no words
...every word sings it

every letter is a love letter
written with tears
and smiles
yet no hand can hold this pen
no heart can hold this love
it explodes and implodes
erasing all sides
there is no middle
just an imaginary space
that has no space
where we lose
and find ourselves
in the dancing

we are this shared dream of lovers
dancing
falling in love
with love
caressed from the inside
and out
love erases our lines
and paints us
a three dimensional love dream
extending infinitely
everywhere
and no where
directionless
homeless
without time
or space

spinning
galaxies
arms and hands and hearts reaching
out to touch
and finding our own reflection
drenched in our own tears
saturated in our own beauty
swooning into our own love





you are the wonder of morning song
the sweep of dawn
brushing light and shadow into the garden
painting infinite hues of color and sound
reds and oranges and a million shades in between
finch song and silence and the myriad songs of wind
soaring through
trees
breathing
the swell and ebb of this indescribable fullness
of emptiness
you are the eyes painting beauty
where there was not even darkness

slowly
slowly
roses open
yellows and violets and their velvet softness shimmering through the fish eye lens of dew
grape vines growing
tiny feathered leaves like insects
and full ones
long tendrils reaching...
draping the garden path with flowing shadows
the hum and hush of cricket song
hidden in the shadows under the rose bush
yesterday's petals falling into faded autumn leaves

all things are painted by memory
yet enlivened by awe
of this obvious freshness
life sings
through your heart your breath your lips
it isn't in you
it is you

and in the sharing of this beauty
we become it
in the sharing
we realize we have never been separate from each other
never separate from this love
we can never see or hold this beauty
this love
it is us




I am the dream of the full moon rising
within me
without me....
I am a dream of reflections
of moonlight shimmering on the ocean
ripples of center less love sliding through the night
coming from no where
going no where
there is no edge to this love
no shore to this ocean
love cannot be lost
nor found
it is the ebb and flow of sound
and silence
without sound
without silence

I am infinite echoes of all the songs I have ever heard
or longed to hear
I am the music that pierced my heart
long ago
it is your song
it is mine
it has no words or melody
yet it is felt
and known without knowing
how
or why
there is no looking to find it
there is no one to find it
or lose it
it is everywhere
and no where
it has no beginning nor end
yet it is endlessly reverberating
a symphony of wonder
listening to itself
through these eyes
these ears
and this un-owned heart






dawn blooms in the garden
there is no one inside or outside the light
first birds appear in the telling of them
there is no distance between their song and you
you both exist only in a wondrous story
that has no beginning or end
all rhythm is a ghostly sonata of everyones voices
where no one is singing
or listening

there is no space between the gurgle of the coffee maker
the refrigerator hum
and the sound of my husband taking a shower
my fingers sliding across the keys
and the pink and purple petunias
delicate petals in the morning breeze
there is no space between you and me
only the imaginary spaces between these words

it doesn't feel like there is a someone inside the dream
or outside
nor like there is a me separate from what is going on
or not separate
there is no one to be separate
or melt into rainbows
yet there is a curious surreal dream of flowers
blooming
the vibrancy the zing of this fairy tale life
of a girl who was swallowed by sky
and seems to dance upon the earth
singing of the wonder of light
yet there is no knowing
or not knowing
what light is

a million birds inside my heart
sang and sang and sang
and exploded into this wildfire of love
this winged joy of infinite feathers
softly
viciously
love erased all lines
in her delicious unravelling of all my love letters
ripping apart all the words
and all the empty spaces
leaving not even nothing

I am a soaring ballet of rainbow winds
flowing through infinite hues of color
wind sings wind songs
love sings itself



There is no sky
There is nothing but sky
It’s all love
And not even that




leaves fall
in the depths of summer
long rivers of light bathe in the winds of no tomorrow
there are no sides to love
here too are tears





ancient rivers flow through my mind
thought paints color into this dream of echoes
sliding through a story land of endless tomorrows
that will never come

a hint of something lost beckons...
it calls your name in the back beat of songs
words dissolve the mirage they paint
running through themselves
melting oceans into sky
and skies into oceans

memory kisses you into this lovers dance
colors that cannot be seen
are heard sparkling through this sublime unknowing
but they can never be found
they are as real as the sky in last nights dream

I am the soaring of infinite wonderment
flowers dipped in moon song
no thing can be found
or lost
there are no things
I am as real as love
and you





tall pecan trees breathe in the canyon winds
swell and dance in infinite beauty
leafy tops paint the delicate fingers of wind
flowing lace of greens and blues
swallow all ideas of separate leaves and sky and
wind

I sit and crochet as light and shadow and
wind
flow through me
and I am light and shadow and
wind
dancing

lost in the enchantment of this sensuous display
sometimes I find myself watching
suspended as wordless wonder
sometimes I find my hands moving
yellow flowers blooming

golden finches swirl and loop through the garden
I can hear them singing in the roses
sleek black cow bird with his gurgling hum
announces himself at the feeder
ruffled feathers dancing
I read the girls like that
so do I

I am the love of this dancing swinging twirling love song
echos of gardens past
color the gaze of dawn with infinite shades of reds and yellows
and more
and more....
that have never been separate
nor joined
every word paints a thing
things are words
like you and me and love

this dream of infinite wonderment kisses all and everything into a dance where no one leads and no one follows
it is a call and answer love song
without voices
in-between sound and silence is a love song
heard in everyone's heart
I am echoes of echoes lost in this sublime enchantment
dissolving in the gaze of transparent moon

we are the kiss of an imaginary inside and an imaginary outside
we are words and phrases
circling
spiraling
spilling light into each other’s eyes



we are the kiss of an imaginary inside and an imaginary outside

life falls in love with itself through you





tall pecan trees breathe in the canyon winds
swell and dance in infinite beauty
leafy tops paint the delicate fingers of wind
flowing lace of greens and blues
swallow all ideas of separate leaves and sky and
wind

I sit and crochet as light and shadow and
wind
flow through me
and I am light and shadow and
wind
dancing

lost in the enchantment of this sensuous display
sometimes I find myself watching
suspended as wordless wonder
sometimes I find my hands moving
yellow flowers blooming

golden finches swirl and loop through the garden
I can hear them singing in the roses
sleek black cow bird with his gurgling hum
announces himself at the feeder
ruffled feathers dancing
I read the girls like that
so do I

I am the love of this dancing swinging twirling love song
echos of gardens past
color the gaze of dawn with infinite shades of reds and yellows
and more
and more....
that have never been separate
nor joined
every word paints a thing
things are words
like you and me and love

this dream of infinite wonderment kisses all and everything into a dance where no one leads and no one follows
it is a call and answer love song
without voices
in-between sound and silence is a love song
heard in everyone's heart
I am echoes of echoes lost in this sublime enchantment
dissolving in the gaze of transparent moon

we are the kiss of an imaginary inside and an imaginary outside
we are words and phrases
circling
spiraling
spilling light into each other’s eyes





It seems a glimpse of this evokes longing and fear
A longing to slip into that delicious unknowingness and a fear that there are no things to know nor anyone to know or understand....
Often philosophies and religions are sought to explain it
A unifying force
Or god
Or source
Or awareness
Or consciousness
Some unchanging unifying thing that seems to create these things and glue them together

You and me and love and beauty are made up
We arise only in each other’s love light
Beauty arises in the sharing of it
In your beautiful eyes I recognize myself
Our wondrous humanness
This unfathomable love
This undeniable aliveness shimmers in the imaginary spaces in between us as we melt
Together
Alone

Light into light
Space into space
Emptiness into emptiness
Love into love
Without light
Without space
Without emptiness
Without love

Knowing this made up conceptual world
This wondrous dream of dancing light and shadow
And colors
Blooming
Is the dance where we live
and love
Is love




Love is knowing feeling that there are no things no separate events no self and no others
And no one to know that
It erases all imaginary lines
And yet
I seem to arise in the loving of you
We arise in each other’s love light

I am the loving of you
Love erases our imaginary lines
And draws them
We are the longing to touch
Knowing we never can
I am the knowing that I can never speak of this or share this thing that is not a thing
As every word seems to chase it away
Words create even beauty and love....
This feels like love falling through and into love
A circular love dance spiraling outward and inward without direction or movement or love

without thought writing the story of you and your life there is no you
It may FEEL like there is something underneath this thought dream
I believe that that is the feeling that it is
you are
love is ...a thought dream
It is a feeling that there can be no knowing or understanding or any solidity or certitude and no one to have it
Yet now that I have sung of it, it is a thing
And there are none
For us this shared dream of separation is all that we can ever know
We are it





My story, which felt so real and solid,
became a hauntingly beautiful love song
drifting through the window of a car
streaming down the road late at night.

The words are familiar
yet I cannot pick them out from the roar of the engine and tires....
it could be anyone's love song
or no ones
it could be in any language
any tongue
any heart
all hearts....

Familiar and new,
Memory blends with the wind and the dark and the wonder of unknowing
I can see the light of the high beams slide over distant hills as it disappears into the dark and the magical glow of the taillights
fading....

and there is no one standing or listening
outside of the song