Shadow seeks light
Breath seeks song
Blood seeks fire
Love seeks release
Empty cage
Empty heart
Empty pages
In the wind
She no longer looked for her heart
On the broken streets
In the empty town
In the vast desert
In the fathomless sea
On the lonely sands of night
beaches of stars
Wave on the shore less ocean
empty sky weeps
Weaves her mirrored raiment of moon glow
Reflecting echoes that have no source
Her eyes illuminate the sun
Silent songs have no words yet we remember them just the same
We are love’s memories
They are our clothing
Wrapped in nothing,
nothing under the wrapper
Just this raw nakedness that no one wears
There was never a never or forever to put in your pocket
Or your empty heart
Falling into and through your reflection bursts the other side of the mirror
there are no sides to a reflection
Only a sideways glance reveals that the river has no sides
it’s silent song is heard after the dam of affliction breaks open and you drown in your own blood
Your own tears
Your own love
Empty candy wrappers
Wind flowers on the beach
Dance with their shadows
Kiss their reflection in the wet sands
Dance is its movement
As wind
As mind
As life
A fluid dreamscape
Of light and shadow
Reaching out to taste itself
Through your lips your tongue your beautiful eyes
She wandered into the empty temple and found her hand print on the wall.
Reaching out to touch she fell through the wall of no tomorrow.
Sliding daydreams
Windows on the sea
No safe harbor
No one to land
No one to seek
No where to search
For that which does not exist
Mirrors broken
Shards of sky
Pierced their own reflection
Love bled into itself
Unclothed of nothing at all
She discovered she was this nakedness
That no one wore
No hangers
No closet
No room
She had no home
Not even emptiness
That no one lost or found
Only a shadow
Drifting across the threshold
Between love
And nothing at all
Sitting by the side of the road waiting for yourself to return... you realize that you and all you have ever loved are beautiful thought dreams sailing through each other, and it is sublimely bittersweet.
Love sailed away in her warm summer jacket.
Sea chewed her up and spit her out
as she swallowed the stars.
Love is life is love intertwined
never not one or two
Or none
This all encompassing embrace
without edge or center
caresses fills empties
Ravishes
A vacant heart
That was filled with wishes
And become unbound
Un-owned
Un-known
Felt fully
This beautiful ache
These wondrous tears
These eyes that see their beautiful reflection
In this scintillating dance
waves crashing, sliding on the beach
receding into their own wetness
A love without tomorrow
Has no words
Unheard
Unsung
The love in love
Has no words
Unheard
Unsung
The love in love
The taste of taste
On your lips your mouth your tongue
Light in light
Flows through you as you
Your eyes illuminate beauty
Love
And the sun itself
This kiss of one of two of many of none sears you beyond recognition. Deeper than a lovers kiss or a broken heart, or the knowing that no one remembers you as a child, that all you have ever loved or will are ephemeral thought dreams like you.
There is no self.
There is no other.
This utter edgeless vastness without space or time or dimension or emptiness sucks you inside out and outside in simultaneously, and all that’s left is the awe and joy of simply being.
Life’s ecstasy sings you as it’s utter perfection. Streaming through you as you is this very thought dream that paints reds and golds and brilliant yellows and sunsets. Flowing cloud castles forming and dissolving that no one ever lived in, and vast deserts and seas that cannot hold a footprint or a tear.
The illusion of a world and a someone who is lonely, who longs for a never arising tomorrow, who wishes upon a falling star to hear the song of the universe, is the universe singing you.
You remember this song but you cannot find it. It is ancient it is ever arising it is never heard never not heard, it is a silence that shakes the illusion apart and brings it together into a sonic boom of never ending always ending never unsung awe.
Ocean falls into ocean
Wet in wet
Inside the inside
Light in light
Outside the outside
No sides
Space in space
He fell into his own reflection.
Empty of emptiness.
Slipped inside his own echo.
Deafening sound of no sound.
Falling through the falling
Dissolved of a need to land
No feet to fill these footprints
No echo will fill what has no edge.
No wet
No light
No space
Not even nothing
But this song
From everywhere
From nowhere
Fading as it emerges
A distant memory
A butterfly kiss
Never was a never
Or a forever
Or a now
In this current without edges there are no reflections
Simply liquidity.
All encompassing edgeless unowned love. It’s all flowing reflections through the mindstream that you are.
Imaginary edges mirror glimpses of beingness reflecting in your beautiful beautiful eyes, singing these very words that seem to capture light.
Impossible to capture with the razor of thought
Yet I love the song
I am it
There is no way to sing of or convey this utterly obvious seamlessness. Yet I sing and sing and my words are tossed into the sea of knowing and may toss the seeker into a sea of unknowing.
I have never heard of enlightenment being a walk in the park
Yet the free glimpses are.
After the ocean has called your name
You can never forget it
And the longing to drown may outweigh the fear
The cage was always empty
She was the trying to escape
Looking for freedom
Was her cage
The seeker is the seeking to end the pain of imaginary separation. All looking for escape paints the imaginary lines darker and darker
Seemingly obscuring the light
No matter how many books you read
No matter how many hugs you receive
No matter how many places you visit
Or look
For something to fill that great gaping hole in your chest
That ravishing emptiness you feel
can never be filled
Some place holders may work for awhile to assuage that longing or permanency. True self, god, source, awareness, consciousness, mystery, ...even emptiness is a place holder but you cannot hang your heart there. The world is, and you are a slippery slidey thought dream.
You may reach a point where you realize that yer Fucked, that nothing has ever worked, and the entire house of cards may begin to crumble.
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