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
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
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