Dissolved Yet Dancing

Dissolved
Yet Dancing



Heron glides
Wind dances his reflection into sky
Shimmering

How deep are your footprints in this forest of echoes?
The rain left no shadow
Nor light
There are no paths to this pathless land
That is nowhere
That is everywhere
No clocks on the wall of time that has barricaded your heart from loving
Deeply
This wonder world of placeless sorrow and joy
How many nights have you tried to hold the moonlight
How many mornings will you look up and try to hold the sky in your heart?
In a shadow there is only darkness
And the moon is reflected light
Like you
You have no substance
There is no time for tomorrows
Memory slides through itself
Leaves not a ripple to gather moonlight

Sky pours through sky
Oceans fall through oceans
Cloud castles crumble
The very earth collapses into itself
Emptiness subsumes emptiness
And yet
All and everything
...all and everything
Shimmering surreal dream
Aliveness embracing aliveness
Through these arms
through these lips
Life kissing itself
Singing
Weeping


Dissolved
Yet dancing
pirouette of wind in wind
Arabesque of light in light
Suspended as nothing
Soaring skinless
Space flows through space
Not even a ripple or a whirlpool
A footstep
A song
Or a tear
To fall gently

Tremendous this awe
That ignites itself
Burns itself
Not even ashes in the wind
Softly the hurricane
Twirls


Out and into itself seamless beauty sings
Amazed, I watch hands
My delicate tender hands
Reach out and pick up a piece of driftwood
Watch it’s shadow blooming and dissolving
Merging with the tapestry of this light and shadow dance
Weaving the loose ends of my hair into this song of waters
Tears streaming
Day soaring
Inside and outside have merged
There is no treasure at the end of the rainbow
This is the prize
This breath
This poem
This life
That sings and laughs and dances and twirls and breathes this very breath
There is only this breath
There is no next
simply magnificent this life
The first and last kiss
Kisses me
Twirls me into loves embrace

I exist as a girl a woman who has slipped into a flowing light gown of awe walking in a surreal rich lush dream of you and me and love.  No one wears this bejeweled garment of shimmering reflections.  No one dances on the shore of an edgeless sea.  Yet I’m here,
As real as you
And tomorrow


And the wind and the leaves laugh
And I am the wind
And the tree tops dancing



You dreamed of merging into sky
Into rainbows dancing
On vast endless seas soaring
Into infinity
Watching waiting listening for a sign...
In the dark
In the silence
A night hawks cry

Tattered trails of moonlight’s ashes
Scattered sea and sky with dream paths.
The road twisted and turned and curved back upon itself as it fell into its own horizon.
You held onto the slippery slide but you could not remain tied to nothing

You watched all and everything dissolve into the darkest night where even love did not turn on her light.
Your tears filled the whorls and swirls of the fingerprints of time as you slid off the mirror where you thought you could catch yourself
But could not
As there was no one left to try

This song is only tethered to itself
Words write the backbeat of memory
Placing sky above trees and earth down below where the story line stretches into a silhouette of you.
You seemed to be holding the sky apart from sea, but the sea swam into and through your hands as sky poured into your reflection
You drank deeply as the waters swallowed you and drenched all the fairy tales of your childhood dreams.
All the pages ripped themselves out of every book, every word a lie, even truth was seen to be transparent.

Some words danced with a world that could only be seen, heard, touched with words, like suns and moons streaming across clear vast seas.
Some words painted pure fantasy, like joy and sorrow and beauty and you and others
And love.

You were the story of longing, the reaching, the hope for love.
Now you are the dream of knowing that you are the dream, that there is no tomorrow.
That there is simply this dance as it dances itself.  It feels like love but unlike any love dream.  Infinity’s rainbow has caressed you from the inside and out and left a tear stained shadow waltzing with itself saturated with a joyous ease of simply being.



Deep night
Rain eases...
I sleep until
Mists rise on the lake
Dissolve into the colors of morning



One day the words may stop
There is no fear of empty hands
I am simply a poem
Unraveling



Breath on the mirror
Clouds your reflection
Syllables slide into sun
Dancing on the edge of darkness
Petals fall behind the glass
Kiss their echo
Softly



Flowers pressed between the pages
Of this book that writes itself
Blossoming and withering
Nothing escapes as the songs unravel
Breaking the sound scape
Words slice paragraphs
Lightening shatters mirrored sky
Falling shards pierce photographs
Blood paints and erases these lines

Dancing with my own reflection
Music box unwinds the melody
Familiar yet new
Dance ballerina
Dance


Seamless beauty pierced my heart long ago
My heart exploded into infinite bits of starlight dancing
I was consumed in a conflagration of immeasurable proportion
A searing brilliance opened my eyes
I weep



Driftwood holds the fabric of water
The fingerprint of deep rushing rivers
And maintain springs
Rain unfolds into the softness of my hands
Warmth of morning
Shimmers on the lake




Morning sleeps
Thought spins night dream softly into day dream
Lyrical fluted transparent tapestries weaving and unweaving themselves
Skimming and diving and soaring
Painting this shimmering aliveness
Edgeless colors melt into and through ephemeral swirling iridescence
Searing brilliance of dawn

I am liquid eyes
And the waters
Flowing 

gilded with sunlight

your filigreed steps

never lingered on the flowing meadow 

you found yourself soaring 

heart wider than endless sky

dreaming of ancient starless nights

and endless kisses

rinsed with eons of tears

swallows dive and swirl

a young girl picks flowers

longing to braid golden sunshine into her hair 

and dance as the wind

and you remember 

rain eases in the morning

diamonds drip from the grasses bowing

chorus of finches gathers at the feeder

I find a small yellow dead body

she could not fly through the window 

nor could I 

first traffic 

tires on the wet road 

all the world is spinning 

and I, spun of these very thoughts 

these very words paint me

as I type them

hands on my computer

sending messages in a bottle

where someone built a ship long ago

and tried to sail away

no one was contained 

no one was set free

it was only echoes in the glass

I fell through my reflection

as life poured me out 

and in

no one remained to run naked through the grass 

I am this morning song 

I drink deeply this wondrous day 

as day consumes me

softness of wet in wet 

slippery sliding through the day

a love poem cannot read itself 

trails of tears cannot lead or follow 

ancient and new these words

that reflect this seamless beauty

I am a silhouette of mirrors 

there is no ground 

or place to rest

nothing to gather 

nothing to grow or wither 

simply sky in sky  

colors 

dancing 

looking out 

looking in

space flows through itself

through these liquid eyes

last breath of sun

hovers 

waves in the lanterned grasses 

arrays itself in golden cloud flowers 

slips over the canyon rim

a hush gathers the darkness 

blooming 

moonlight

softly softly 

nestles under the trees

pools on the garden path 

where the wind has forgotten to sing 

and no one wanders

or awaits the morning 

beneath the piles of autumn leaves

day sleeps

billowing in the wind

pushed and pulled from the inside and out 

sky is filled with tree tops dancing 

shine and shadow of leaves shimmering

stories of emptiness

of nakedness, wild and free

of no one left to be free

stories of fullness

of mirrored skirts twirling 

calliopes and carousels 

of kissing on the terrace of songs

of weeping on the shore where you waited for the sunrise

of broken bent trees bedecked with stars

broken hearts and shattered dreams

and eagles soaring across the canyon 

all love stories in the wind

read by no one 

heard by everyone

a robin song echoes down the canyon of dancing shadows 

wind sends the scent of mountain pines and rain

memory slides and waves to itself 

gathering moonbeams to dance with the light 

of this daytime dreamtime 

where we dance on the windswept sands 

where we seem to touch... 

it is always only wind dancing 

with wind 

in this dream of dancing shadows 

flowing into and through each other

the kiss of madness 

the kiss of fools

the kiss of lovers

the kiss of joy and sorrow 

life kisses itself 

through these lips

this breath

this song of our aliveness 

sounds like a love song to me

pale dawn paints yesterdays flower

still gazing at open sky 

mouth closed 

last nights rain carved this path down the hill

finches do not follow or leave traces of flight

or yellow

singing relentlessly 

the soft soft light of morning bathes their chorus

echoing from the plum tree 

they hang upside down on the sunflowers

as the sun slides across the canyon

they sleep before its dark

we wait for cricket night 

teased by her shadow 

she tried to gather darkness

throw it into the sun

so that she might erase the sorrow 

she believed was hers

dancing wildly 

to the song of her longing 

she found she was the ache

not dark nor light 

but all dark

and all light

sadness and joy

the same

So many believe their ultimate perfection lies beyond beliefs, preferences and opinions. But self is composed of these. They paint the color in the sunset. Under the swirling random water color thought dream that you are, there is not even nothing.

You, just as you think you are, are unutterably beautiful. I love your emptiness and your fullness, your unique window dressing. You cannot see this, nor can I see my own beauty, but as we exist only as echo'd reflections in each other's I's, we can swoon into and through ourselves in this amazing love dance of one of two of many of none.

Knowing there is no you nor me nor love, the passion play continues. This is not the end of love. An uncontrived unconditional love arises knowing no one is the instigator of thought feeling belief or action. Such beautiful humanness flowing as us, painted empty, multifaceted bejeweled woven and tattered tapestries soaring fleeting love letters in the wind.

One by one or all it once the knots untie themselves revealing a brilliant infinite even expanse without any effort or non effort, without anything needing to be done. As all trying or trying to not try are the knots tying themselves.

Love's glorious display enlivens the timeless now with the grace of magnificent indivisibility.

Searing pure light burns away all imaginary shadows of this and that 

There is no possibility of going back to believing there are individual "things"--thoughts, emotions, sensations, moments --that have an independent nature.

All is the seamless love expanse of open unbound perfection. We dwell in perpetual ease and discover that we have never left this blissful all encompassing expanse. Pure uncontrived ease and wonder saturate every moment. 

There are no limits no borders, no center, no corners or inside or outside. Nothing to hang onto as there is no one to grasp and no things to hang onto. Simply love shining as nothing less than everything.

This ecstatic love dance is super-saturated with even-ness and equalness without any reference points whatsoever.

There is a Joyful stability no matter what seems to appear.

Swooning in love as love through love 

No longer confined to ideas of twoness or meaning or non meaning or freedom or non freedom 

Or anyone to be free or loved.

We are the softness of a caress from the inside and outside kissing itself. From everywhere and nowhere love flows into love and weeps at the utter all encompassing silence, reverberating into echoes like never ending parentheses of hugs. Reaching stretching into your own infinite intimate embrace life kisses you soundly. You can feel your beautiful aliveness always.

The ecstatic love dance swoons into itself through the prism of your rainbow eyes, rippling colors overflow into and through themselves. Awash with loves timeless beauty.

Seemingly swooshing and swirling and twirling waltzing light and shadow thirst for each other as night and day drink deeply this draft of love

And there's nothing in the middle and there is no outside to this wondrous love dance 

it hits you like a freight train that it has always been this way.

There is no more looking for the other half of a kiss, it feels like the first and last kiss always.

You cannot fall into love or out of love as love has no sides

it is not separate from you and yet

You and love are made up, and only flow when there is this and that, the heartbeat of existence...

Love swoons effortlessly into itself as I recognize myself through your beautiful beautiful eyes...

You can never see your own infinite intimate beauty or your own lovelight 

But I can 

And I love you for that

like a sudden summer rain in the desert

how did I not notice those dark clouds coming up the canyon behind me

I was walking in leaf and sun and flowing cloud shadows... 

a princess in her castle of dreams 

I found myself trying to hang on to the sidewalk

cottonwoods and river willows bending low in the winds

in the tsunami that left nothing in its wake 

my own love struck me like thunder

lightening shattered the very sky and  pierced my heart 

sea consumed sky in this battle without victors 

leaving nothing but tears 

and a lone figure wandering the canyon of love

That longing for the magic of life

Of love 

Is truly beautiful

Longing to hold it to capture it to savor it

And yet it seems to be moving so quickly

And the trying to hold the magic is the magic

When the dream is no longer believed we do not stop feeling deeply

The heartache that hole in your heart that you thought you were explodes magnificently and you see yourself everywhere

No longer trying to hold onto life you realize that you are the flow and have always been

And the impermanence you once feared so much becomes a gorgeous treasure