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
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
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