Sky Deep In Love

echoes of my reflection sing
infinite permutations of tears unsigned
empty hands
empty heart
reverberating parentheses
cast words across liquid sky
ripples cannot be traced or caught
or found under the rose bush at dawn
nestled in cloud shadow
a robin song

how deep the shadow that burnt my footfalls
how searing the brilliance that burnt even love

on the other side of the clouds
wandering sky deep in love
I peer into the hearts
of everyone I meet
I see our broken hearted beauty
and weep



I longed to fall to loose myself and I simultaneously longed to be held.  Such a deep deep fear of feeling all that love and have it wash away.  What would I be without it?  knowing deeply that there was no controller yet desperately trying to cling to hold onto life created a wall of fear, behind which a frozen heart longed to bleed.  All that love that I held so tightly could never fill the emptiness I felt inside or fill that hole of longing.  After a lifetime of tug-of-war, the imaginary wall between inside and outside melted away and my heart dropped as love bled into the dream.  It was never my heart my love my life!  The vast emptiness inside exploded and imploded into everywhere are no where, and ripples of loveliness shimmered in the evening sun, and I stepped out into reflections of echoed dreamscapes loosely clothed in a light gown of awe with not even nothing under this nakedness.  love a dream like all things pools in rainbow clouds and soaring without belief in tomorrow, or hope and fear of life of death of love.

I tried to find the magic of an empty bowl, I heard the ocean and my heart song echoing on the freeway and saw the moon Whirling into a paper cup, but just as I tried to swallowed these Cloud reflections like castles under the sea, the sea swallowed me.

I swam and swam but could never reach this dream of peace of love of wholeness, and the waves reached down and grasped my hands and the bottom reached up and swallowed my heart and the radiance in between pulled me in.  Every hope and dream crashed, and fear was no where to be found.  I did not look for them, as the hunger of a lifetime was over.  The search was over.  The seeker was gone.  I could not remember why I had wanted to fix the sky.

We are like the ocean without a shore. We spill into ourselves and it feels like love.  We drown in ever present joy and sorrow as our hearts break open and never close again.  they were never ours.

My his heart sank as I believed I had missed the magic.  That emptiness he felt inside that voracious hunger for what I knew not Lingered on the evening breeze and hung on a heartstring, Hovering... Into the still of deep despair of a never ending night.  Until day swallowed night and night swallowed day.  Infinite permutations of wonder bloomed into smiles and tears.  Hopes and Fears and dreams of next Falling dissolving like morning mist in the pure brilliance of clarity, Where shine and shadow are known to be illusion, yet color the dream of twoness with a feeling akin to love unowned, vast beyond measure or opposite.  Thing less wingless soaring.

Sun and wind articulate these songs into soaring cloudbursts where they could be heard and pierced the hearts of only a few.

her lips sang of an unheard untouched loveliness that pierced him to the core.  his lips mouthed the words, longing to kiss what could never be kissed

A primordial song of vastness undreamt,  a vibrant hum beyond everywhere and no where.  A placeless place without edge or center  spinning madly in vibrational hue.   infinite colors bleeding into and through each other rippling contrapuntal heartbeats of this and that as emptiness overflows into and through itself.

standing dancing soaring weeping drowning falling up.  dissolved into space and light and the winds flying down the canyon,  as a sigh unsung yet felt deeply fell into and through a sigh.  softness falling through softness, space flowing into space,  light into light.  brilliant uncaused baseless untouchable perfection touching itself

Shorn of all my hair my jewels my garments my skin my blood my bones 

The marrow of emptiness sucked dry 

Exquisite and terrible this fire that burnt even my nakedness...

The flames exposed the deliciousness of unknowing 

This floating world 

inside out crystalline abyss 

Swallows every word 

Yet sings them 

A pure untrammeled note 

Of unutterable brilliance 

Pierces these lines 

That reveal not even an instrument 

Or a primordial hum

A soundless gathering of sticks 

For the bonfire  

Moon sails through my window 

Nestles in this edgeless heart 

Aglow with its own reflection

Steeped in songs 

Rich with a vacancy 

Where time lost its shadow 

Love has no anchor 

In these flowing waters 

There is no hand that moves 

No eye that caresses your beauty 

I reach out to touch the moonlight in your eyes 

And find my echo 

Weeping 

I swoon into your magnificent beauty 

love light

sun dance 

blindingly bright

your after image remains in this love song 

My face has no light without you 

Nor my heart

This hyper awareness of being aware is the gem the jewel yet it only exists through the dream of separation 

From which no one awakens.

Space fell through space 

Ripping apart time 

I watched the saber of love 

Pierce my heart  

Light fell through light 

Kissing it’s reflection 

I watch fallen blossoms gather and swirl in the eddies 

I am the echos of sourceless shimmering 

Festooned with ripples 

The waters dancing

Smile of moon 

Cricket song 

First robin opens the morning

Swooning into this golden liquidity 

from which no one left and no one returns

There is no vessel to collect these waters 

No heart that cannot burn 

Adrift in my own radiance  

Singing

I am the rushing roaring thunderous silent still river singing me as I sing it.  There is only this flow, there is no outside nor inside. 

I breathe this supreme spaciousness as it breathes me.  I drink this sublime liquidity as it drinks me.  I bathe in brilliant clarity as the river bathes me in its ultimate intimate infinite embrace.  I hear its silence roaring as it listens to itself through me.  It kisses itself through my lips.  Everyone I see, everywhere I look is the rivers shimmering reflection dancing.  I fall madly in love with everyone I greet, my heart pierced forever with love's unspeakable majesty.  This ecstatic love dance of what was never separate flowing into and through itself in this magnificent twisting twining eddying whirl pooling pirouetting winged water ballet.  

I have never been separate from this liquidity of home as even the thought of escape or the belief in an outside lies within its heart song.  This song that I sing is your song our song singing itself through our beautiful beautiful lips.  I can only see my beauty and I can only know love through my reflection in your beautiful beautiful eyes.

Ahhhhhhhhh

This love of knowing there is no one or two or none.  Knowing deeply that  there is no you nor me, that we exist only in the shimmering reflections of mirrored kisses in each other's eyes.  Feeling always that we are not separate, that there are no separate things or moments. Without time or non time.  Flowing as the river.  Water in water.  Wet in wet.  Light falling through light.  Space swooshing through space.

Falling in love as love.  

Is it pain or joy this ache of our humanness?  I am has been ripped apart and our hearts exploded and imploded into the vastness of we are. 

Love like life is immeasurably vast and unknowable.  This love that I feel always is really not like what I would have called love before as there is no hope or fear or need of more or next. 

Life like love is insatiable, it will eat you alive.  Yet no one can prepare to be eaten.  No one can throw themselves into the fire.  Yet burning happens.  Out of the ashes as they are carried into the sun's setting orange-y reds a love song unlike any other pierces your heart deeply.  It is your own voice singing, "I love you, welcome home,  I've missed you"

Yet the slipstream of I am slides through the dream of we are... pointing to starlight dancing your words your finger dances as the reflection on your beautiful beautiful face.  

 This love light sun dancing brilliance is often so blindingly bright, as I swoon into your magnificent beauty your after image remains as part of my heart like a precious gem that will stay as part of my love song until I die.

And all that was left was an all encompassing sound.  The hum of the universe that she had sought was everywhere and nowhere.  It was the all pervading knowingness that life had always done itself, looking and feeling like anything at all. 

I love you.  It's all light and you are it.  Illumined from the inside and the outside, and it feels like love. Your beautiful humanness and love light shining irrevocably just as all you seem to be.  Every hitch in yer get-a-long is a beautiful rhythm never wavering from the walk the trot the gallop of love kissing itself through your beautiful beautiful lips ♥️

You have never left your intimate infinite embrace.  The heaviness of light astounds me.  The weight of nothing blinds me.  Your all pervading love light is me. 

The gift you seek was never yours to give away or keep.  It was never found nor lost.  Handless hands appeared to hold a seamless embrace of paper dolls around an ocean of tears, of every tear dried up and rolled into a paper cup folded into an origami fan tale sky blooming unfolding always the magnificent fairy tale story of love.

Infinite feathers of your winged arabesque dance as wind caresses your exquisite softness.  You embrace the wind and silently sing this wind dance as it sings you.  Space and light collapse into an unfolding murmuration that swoops and swirls in immeasurable fluidity.  Following no design or template or path there are no required or separate steps as you recognize your feet are inseparable from the dance.  

You reach out your hand as trees and sky and light are your hand your arm your breath your heartbeat your song every song singing itself as an infinite instance.  There is no time, there never was and will never be, simply a mirage that shimmered so enticingly as you longed for a lover to complete you.  That ache was you is you as there is no outside to this infinite kiss.   

Soaring as wind dreams pirouette into stories of love and love lost your feet never needed to know how to dance, your heart never needed to know how to love.  Love a slow dream waltz when inside and outside disappear into the music that fills you and empties you without time or place, in all time in every place, always this seamless love song.

All her life it was like being one half of a kiss searching for the other set of lips, and reaching reaching reaching, and finally finding that it was always the first and last kiss.  She was the love the lover and the beloved.  Life dancing swirling emerging falling through itself in an atemporal rhythmless rhythm flying soaring through prisms of untold beauty of rainbows delighting in their own wondrousness.  Light and color sweeping through shadow and shine as leaves trembling in the wind. 

Wall-less canyons echo the silence of the universe singing a dream of reflections shimmering in shadowed light.  An uncontained symphony of overtones and after images of sideways backwards glances into where you have never been falling through illuminated manuscripts of where you will never be. A hush of memories sliding through a sigh of nowhere, and no place to convene, like kisses in the dark.  

There were never any sides to nowhere, there was never a song in the wind until her heart beat madly in tune with her breath did the song emerge.  Silently roaring the blood surging through her body she heard the universe sing her name.  This it is she whispered, this is the only song.  It sings me as I sing it.  My home is everywhere and no where.  There has never been anyone to land as the falling is falling through the falling.   Such a beautiful bittersweet melancholia sings a song of indescribable beauty dancing as joy and sorrow merge with love in an undercurrent of sublime aloneness. 

Light folds into light and unfolds through filagreed reverberations that echo starlights song.  Space shimmers and streams through space singing in and through the darkness.  Sound ricochets through shadows lit from within and without.  A primordial dance where time falls into non time and leaves ripples of lovliness endlessly pirouetting a wind ballet echoing in the heart of emptiness. 

A shimmering edgeless symphony full beyond measure or time or meaning or non meaning, this dance of one without sides. 

Beautiful gossamer threads of belief untied wrap around a centerless gem spinning, like tears awaiting a dream. 

The picture paints itself, the dance dances itself and nothing has ever been out of place. 

Not one tear, not one echo, not one note, not one song. This is a seamless recognition that there are no separate tears or echoes or notes or songs.  Yet without imaginary spaces in between there is no perfection nor beauty nor music nor wonder nor love.  Always super complete as nothing can be added and nothing can be taken away from what is going on.  There is simply no one can step outside of all this to do so.  There is no outside nor inside. 

All description paints the dream as the singing creates the imaginary singer and listener.  It sings itself

just

like

this

watching the dream sing itself 

is the dream

How can an imaginary patch of blue stitch together the sky?  Words string together pieces of reflected light into a story.  A rainbow dream of clouds forming dragon tales and fiery orbs sliding across an endless empty vault.  As you long to kiss an imaginary line into darkness.

You ache for an idea of wholeness or emptiness or a place where you can rest.  Your arms reaching reaching reaching for a taste you seem to remember.  A song you had once sung but had never heard.

A glimpse of emptiness seems to fill you and empty you.  

Strewn stars across the vastness begin to glimmer with an obvious patternless pattern that sing of the utter all rightness of things as they are and the edges begin to blur.

Oh your tears of wonder of joy of sorrow of nameless names, of lostness of foundness of a placeless place where empty shadows dance.  This knowing feeling of seamless sameness erases your imaginary lines and you feel starllight flow through you as you, and you realize you are indeed home and had never left.

You marvel at this exquisite nakedness and sing.

There is no one to wonder why or care why the night sings so.  We are expressions expressing wonder, singing this naked wonder of wonder itself.  Twirling in utter delight, our beautiful humanness shared.  Rainbows shimmering castles of colored tears crumbling washing over and through us as us.  Touching we need our skin our hearts our love.  Imaginary lovers dance on the edge of everything and nothing and marvel.  Alone. Together.  Hello.  Goodbye.  Hello

She reached deep inside her naked breaking heart that had sucked all of the light the love, every kiss every tear, from a cloth woven of memories that she had called her life, and tried to hold on to that last bit of love.

Yet love itself died.  She thought she would not be able to bare it so she reached her arms wide in order to hug herself, but there was nothing left to hug. 

Only an empty circle.  Spinning, suspended, motionless.  An emptiness so vast it could not contain emptiness.  A fullness so rich so unbearably weighty in its brilliant lightness.   Life shining without need of cover or corner.  All secrets had been revealed to be merely the wind 

Singing 

A hush 

A whisper

A roar 

A kiss 

From nowhere and everywhere it echoed, ringing throughout a primordial infinite vastness. 

Butterflies alighting on a window kissing a mirrored glimpse 

of 

a 

kiss

Sun dog crochets rainbow transparency into sky 

Unraveling all your grasping 

Eluding ideas of solidity 

Reflected light soars through this pirouette of wonder 

Twirling down the canyon

A liquid kaleidoscopic soundscape 

Wind dances in the trees and long grasses 

Tires mimic the sea 

unnamable is this sensuous of lostness 

When there is no one walking 

No one to be lost 

Or found 

This hollow reed sings 

Wind songs