Wind blows
Hearts beat and brake
Rain and tears fall
Gathering in pools of echoes that shimmer in their own reflection.
For no reason the moon rises and shadows of memory flow across the leaf scattered path.
That no one followed
That no one danced upon.
Yet you find yourself dancing with the darkness and the sliver of ancient moon.
The garden a stage where we seem to meet in the birth of night touching day,
In between sky.
We no longer look for shadows under the wind’s gathering of leaves from autumn.
No more dreams to burn...
Winter clothes itself with tears
It’s nakedness reaches up through the long silence.
Love melts the shadows of ice crystals flowing.
The darkness was never empty
Nor full
You could no longer hide from your own shadow or your own beautiful reflection.
It burnt its name in your heart
That you treasured
For awhile,
Until the vastness claimed itself.
Spring grew into summer and time flowed back into and through itself.
no words....
So many words
Spring blossoms and falls
Scattering velvet petals among our footfalls
That no one can follow or grasp or trace, even memory flows along the river that we drowned in long ago far away when we lost the belief that we were unchanging
Wind sings our name
Our name is love
It beckons us
It is us
It’s a bittersweet beautiful melancholy
Time
Life
Sadness
Joy
Awe
Happen
For no one
To no one
Yet I’m here
Sobbing
Emptiness a word to try to swallow the ocean
Consciousness another to try to calm the sea
Truth an idea, an imaginary port on these edgeless waters
God a concept to try to hide
Your naked aloneness
The ever looming horizon
Sunset beckons...
I see your brokenhearted beauty
Through these eyes that are not mine
Through these lips these teeth this tongue
These words that we share sing themselves
This edgeless momentary that burns itself
Is the fire of your aliveness
Slip stream of life
Wind
My empty breath
Flower of moon
Falls through this open hand
Drinking deeply this softness
Falling petals paint the tapestry of wind
Flowing through itself
Glass casts its own shadow
Illuminates your reflection
Dissolves as you swallow
Life as it swallows you.
Where is the beginning and end of sky
When sky is your nakedness
Your aloneness
The majesty
That no one wears
And I am a symphony of words falling through a song of unknowing
If ya can’t catch what’s going on it’s because yer not separate from it.
There simply is no now
Nor anyone to be in or out of it.
There is no outside to what’s going on
And no inside...
the self, like a canvass stretched across the horizon, a wall of fear keeping out the sun, and the knowing of the inevitable sun's set.
the paint may crack and crumble and light begin to shine... in you as you through you... laughing and weeping madly as the horizon falls into sky into sea, into itself where never and forever collide... it was a beautiful water color dreamscape flowing on a river and a magical idea that there was someone holding the paint brush, and a pot of gold at the end of the rainbow of fleeting... colors... that bled into this song of wordless wonder that sings like this...
this sumptuous sensuous aliveness that has no words yet includes all of them, that has no things, yet includes all things, that has no wonder, yet wonder is found
everywhere
no where
here
yet not
this bird sings
where did you get all these words concepts ideas that flow through your mind stream? is it YOUR mind stream?
obviously this flow of thought does not go where you want it to.
obviously this flow of feeling does not flow as you would wish.
can you find the beginning and end to a thought or feeling or moment?
are there indeed separate thoughts feelings or moments?
there would have to be a you outside of all this to find separate thoughts and feelings and moments, wouldn't there...
to gather time and plant a sunrise
where are the edges to your heart?
what is this ache for the un-nameable
this beauty we feel yet cannot capture?
the wholeness the fullness this emptiness that shimmers so?
this sonorous silence that ripples its tenderness on your face?
is it your song?
this song of wind
did it kiss your cheek
as it dried your tears late last night when the moon was swallowed in wonder?
is the wetness, the dryness, the moonlight dancing in you or outside of you?
are there sides?
can you find a space between your cheek and the wind's kiss?
between a kiss and your lips?
between a breath and the song?
when is the dancer not the dance?
when is the singer not the song?
perhaps it is the not knowing that is so beautiful
are you separate from this beauty of unknowing?
If ya can’t catch what’s going on it’s because yer not separate from it.
There simply is no now
Nor anyone to be in or out of it.
There is no outside to what’s going on
And no inside...
spring rains
Seasons flowing
Unbound treasure
How I used to long for the first robin song
This is it
She whispered
There is no that
Nor this...
This broken hearted beauty
paints our silhouette with sky in sky...
The paint falls off the glass and the
Transparency of even love shines through
Sky just as vast and ungraspaspable in the night time dream
Lit from within
Lit from without
The moon shines
Not from the sun
But in your eyes
Through this eyes of aliveness
That no one wears
Brilliant searing transparency
Illuminates our reflection
Through each other’s eyes
liquid eyes of fire
Looking through this lens of love
Dissolving into our own desire
Chrysanthemum clouds billow and weep
We watch ourselves blown away
Ashes in the wind
Not even his own tears held the wetness he longed for
I have tasted your heart
It is mine as well
Beautiful all encompassing radiance
Like love
Like sorrow
Like awe
Like nothing at all
This searing brilliance
Burns even its own fire
First robin song
Soft breath of morning
On my pillow
On the terrace
Long shadows fill
The space of empty moon
Colors burst open
The door of night
Mountains and valleys swoon
Cottonwoods in spring
Slow dance of wonder
Soaring down the canyon
Riding the winds
light and wind
sea and surf
flowing through her as her...
Winged emptiness blooms
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