there is no one who wears this beautiful embrace of sublime melancholy, no one who is wrapped in this starkness this fullness this intimacy this immediacy of life flowing through me as me without movement or time...
no one who loves or longs to sing of love, of life blooming and wilting and and falling through this always on love dream, this wild and free wind song...
no one who silently sings of loves enchantment which paints itself with joy and sorrow and colored light streaming through the morning window percolating through these eyes which have lost their longing to capture the color the light the sparkling, the tremendous splash of life kissing itself through these lines through these lips this song of life that sings me, a wondrous story line, of a girl a woman a lover a songster who no longer looks for an imaginary kiss of freedom or a center to which she can point and say this is it, this is me. I am a fairy tale of lovers of strangers meeting and melting into and through each other...
joyously dancing and weeping, twirling down the Grand Canyon of love, sailing soaring rushing roaring, the river of love sings me... whispering of this immediate intimacy of life and a story of you of me of we...
without these love songs there is no singer, there never was anyone who sang or left the kettle on to boil
no one who loves or longs to sing of love, of life blooming and wilting and and falling through this always on love dream, this wild and free wind song...
no one who silently sings of loves enchantment which paints itself with joy and sorrow and colored light streaming through the morning window percolating through these eyes which have lost their longing to capture the color the light the sparkling, the tremendous splash of life kissing itself through these lines through these lips this song of life that sings me, a wondrous story line, of a girl a woman a lover a songster who no longer looks for an imaginary kiss of freedom or a center to which she can point and say this is it, this is me. I am a fairy tale of lovers of strangers meeting and melting into and through each other...
joyously dancing and weeping, twirling down the Grand Canyon of love, sailing soaring rushing roaring, the river of love sings me... whispering of this immediate intimacy of life and a story of you of me of we...
without these love songs there is no singer, there never was anyone who sang or left the kettle on to boil
Oh my!
How you longed to drink the sky...
How you longed to discover the magic of moon
Softly softly moon glow pried open your smile your tears your heart your nakedness
Revealing an empty reflection song
You were only a swirl of echoes looking for a source and a place to land
A shadow dreaming of arabesques of light
Wind listening to itself through these words that paint the wind your face your smile your heart this love that no one wears...
Devoid of all structure the curtain collapses
There is not even nothing behind it
There was never any scaffolding to assemble...
No thing was needed to hold up the sky...
No buttons to push no envelopes to open
No secret key or magic to find
No mountain needed climbing so you could stretch your head into sky
No effort was needed for sky to reach down and caress the rocks and pool in purple shadows and swallow you.
Marionette of time dances on the horizon
How I was bewitched by his shimmering echo
Until the horizon untied itself and we drowned in a tsunami of sky and sea
Time lost its marrow
I lost my heart
Buried in octaves of sorrow
It’s song could not be heard
These very words that sing me
No longer have a listener
I cannot find one who wanders this daydream
That girl who cast her dreams into the stars
Who wept for the loss of what never was
Nor will ever be
Yet it is these very tears
That have no name
That stream over a silhouette
And seem to separate sky and sea
This singing paints me
Wordless echoes in the dark cannot find themselves
sunlight pours
water flows
tears fall
just like this love sings your name and you cannot help but whirl around for this ever present kiss
love soars streams rushes roars silently tip toes behind your back and flips you around and kisses you deeply
plunges its tongue deep into your belly exposing all the secret places you had no idea existed
closer than any ideas of sameness or wholeness or oneness or love
and it is life that you longed for and thought you had missed somehow while you were in the backyard at night fervently looking for your cat
but it was life all along
doing itself
love seemed to be seeking love
but it was love all along
pouring through you as you
it moves and dances without time or direction or purpose
and in knowing feeling this seamless love
we realize we are it
as without this imaginary cloak of mirrors
we are nothing at all
a fire burned all your books
melted all the letters and symbols into a seamless flow
even wordlessness was lost
it seared all your dreams
all your memories
and your world
there was no one left to have one
it consumed even love
there was no one left to search for its demise
this pyre left no ashes to blow away in the wind
left no darkness
or midnight to await the dawn
this conflagration burst open your heart like an ancient seed
ever blossoming
ever wilting
no one need water open sky
those of us who have known this fire
recognize each other
in our fullness
and our emptiness
and our songs
all her songs flew off the staves into lyrical intoxication
melodies that had no words or context swooned into themselves
words lost their parameters of meaning and non meaning
without a center or edge
baseless love songs swirl into unimaginable patterns and rhythms without pattern or rhythm...
yet there is the rhythm of our hearts
which calls us
beckons us to dance
wild and naked
in fervent abandon
until there is nothing left to abandon
and no one left to do so
and we remain
an unfettered love song
recognizing our reflection
in everyones eyes
in everyones smiles
and tears
and stories
of love and love lost
life and death
this preciousness of life seeing itself
through your beautiful eyes
An echo-land sound scape reverberates weaving a cats cradle that never held any hands or heart or name, or breast to pin it on
Wind and sun crochet leaf shadows over under in and through me
I watch my hands and the yarn emerge into this song
Shadow and light enunciate these words
This ballet of winds streaming down the canyon
Weaving and un-weaving itself
This fabric of life that has no name nor time
A tale sung by no one
Heard by everyone
Is this dance of winds that sings our names that have a hollow ring when there’s no one here to answer the bell
Yet the ocean listens to itself through these ears as life tastes itself through these lips that smile and weep and kiss and sing
Hello sing the waves
Goodbye
I sing
hello
I love you
And answer myself through these lines
Is there an edge between the known world and the vast unknowing
Between love and nothing at all...
Where we can gather and dangle our feet....
..watch the river flow
There is no outside to the known world
But we can sense this sublime
edgelessness...
For some it becomes obvious and felt always that all separation is made up
And that there are no things to understand
And no one who could do that
no eyes apart from the seeing....
no ears apart from the hearing
no sound separate from the listening...
no wind separate from your cheek
no love separate from your heart
no inside
no outside
the horizon that held the sky apart from the sea
untied itself
the timeline from birth to death collapsed
as well as the time walker
and left this knowing and feeling that there are no things
simply an atemporal seamless flow without movement or non movement....
no things to be permeant or changing ...
feels like the first and last kiss ....
a constant union of what was never apart...
dandelion seeds aloft
catch a flowing kiss
gossamer moon glow weaves ancient stories into a cat's cradle that held your song of love and love lost unravels
feathered lines left by the tides do not claim the beach
waves rolling in cannot be caught
after crashing they are gone forever
and the sun glistens on the sparkling sand as the water percolates diamonds into your mind-stream
words
like tiny bits of broken mirrors
seem to cut up the sky into separate shards of blueness....
ripping you apart from the seamless flowing
Yet words can fly you to the edge
leave you hanging......
....and elicit the vastness of which I sing.....
such infinite array of stars strewn haphazardly across the night sky, never forming tales of love or war until our brains try to formulate an answer to a question that we forgot
when the questions about imaginary things goes away we are lost as unspeakable beauty
This feels like pure Infinite spaciousness
Vast uncompounded emptiness extending everywhere and nowhere without direction or time
There is simply no one here or there
You or me
Yet in an imaginary place in between us there is a love dance.
I'm walking in the canyon and it seems like I am everyone I see. The mother pushing twins in a pram, her husband, and the babies, their bright unmistakable beauty shimmers into an after image where I recognize an edgeless heart.
she plucked the flower
to hold its beauty
wind
petals flying
loose ends of my hair
moonlight illuminates midnight rain
shiny darkness runs down the streets
morning paints liquid eyes
light and shadow hold the canyon
clouds echo the flowers song
can you hear the primordial sound
blooming and wilting?
our hearts lost their edges
when love consumed us
and spat us out
wind shadows
an empty breath
sings this death
of time
dancing in echo canyon
walls of memory crash into the sea
oceans of sky pour through my heart
or is it yours?
whose footsteps no longer wander
looking for the source of beauty
the heartbeat of love
we waltz
you and me and the mountain that never was
in mirrored wonderment
why sky
why rain
why tears
why do I love
that I cannot know what love is?
roses fell
through yesterdays skies
sleeping
words unwind the morning
turn the night time dream into the day time dream
stream rainbows through these windows
paint these luminous eyes
place notes and intervals into this robins song
echoing down the canyon
such naked wonder
seamless being
streaming through me
as me
not feeling separate from thought and feeling
not feeling that there are separate thoughts and feelings
there is no urge to alter the beautiful flow
this river that I am
needs its imaginary banks to flow
needs a canyon with imaginary walls
to sing
to dance
one brief timeless instant
hello
goodbye
hello
roses bloom
petals fall into wind
first robin song
love echos its reply in my heart
clouds drift lazily across the canyon
beyond this vault of sky
a vastness so great
so unknowable
this hole in my heart
was never mine
Or yours
It swallowed me
As it exploded into seamless sky
As soon as I swoon into your eyes
There is an ache
Indescribable
Undeniable
Love awe sorrow joy
you have stolen my heart
And I miss you always
Even when we kiss
There is a sublime melancholia
Bittersweet
Aloneness
Aloveness
Resides
Always
And I can not remember when I have not loved you
blooming and wilting
the heart flows
love and love lost
their beauty consumed me
left me standing footless
on the sands of a shore-less ocean
empty breath of no tomorrow
floods the desert where I drowned
horizon unties itself
in the collision of never and forever
there I fell through the broken mirror
of sea and sky and sea
until there was no one left to fall
or kiss their own reflection
sea-foam clouds
dissolved in the waves of their own music
song of sunrise
bathed in sunset
deaths beauty
fills the sails of time
we waltz in moon glow
in the death of of day and night
echoes of laughter
ripples of tears
this heart ache is my aliveness
singing
night
rich and heavy
and light
its expansiveness cannot be seen
moon sets
darkness breathes
there is no path to dawn
robin song
shallow wind
petals fall in first light
dried roses dance on rippling pond
mourning dove on the telephone wire
sings my childhood and its passing
this star song caught in dew's reflection
broke my heart long ago
as I dissolved into liquid sky
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