Wind is a shadow song

there never were any pieces of sky....
yet every shard pierced her heart

I walked through puddles and watched my wet footprints on the sidewalk vanish
I watched my childhood vanish
I watched time vanish
who watches the sunset
who is bathed in the clothes of awe
where sorrow and joy have fallen into each other
there is no who or when or why
no one wears this nakedness
no one has this raw unfettered life
all questions have vanished
into an atemporal void
where wind and light and tree tops dancing
are nothing other than the song of myself
singing

wind echoes in my chest
petals fall and dance across the sidewalk
thundering silence of no tomorrow
never and forever collided
there is no time to watch eternity
fall




I stand in the long summer grasses rippling
flowers on my skirt cannot be plucked
scent of evening
fabric of day unravels
spinning softly the garment of time
tears are jewels scattered along a path
that never led to tomorrow
reflections of a dream time
that no one remembers

clothed in sunset
embraced by itself
day does not turn into night
dark does not fade into light





Laughing winds ripple your name in the vastness and find no place where your song is not. A caress a hush a lullaby swings in boughs of sky billowing ever outward kissing you from within.  Reaching out to touch the flowing dream your touch dissolves in wonder, for it is always your own eyes that you see smiling laughing weeping, love's beautiful reflection in your intimate infinite embrace. Leaving no trace your footfalls never hid the ground, your face always shimmered sky.  Spaciousness so vast no tears can be counted as it dissolves into itself through your kiss.

I reach my hand into the vastness, swirling colors stream from my fingers, infinite hues arise from my breath, symphonies are painted with my eyes.  Through the lens of I am all things sing their song in supreme harmony as I bathe my face in the flowing and watch the ripples echo, singing silently through the words, tumbling falling as everything and nothing.  All meaning and memory have lost their hold as the holder never was, and yet there is dancing.

A single footstep has nothing to say.  Life, vibrant raw unrehearsed painting and erasing itself.  This amazing streaming water colored dream world constructed by thought.  A streaming dream of infinite variety,  the pure light of clarity erases the shadows of apparent duality, yet the dream continues much as before.

wonder winds leave empty leaf prints in the sky.  blue without end never touched this never moving always moving supreme brilliance, I silently sing of this great aloneness this sublime aloveness greeting meeting the touchless touch of morning of day of night of evening songs streaming falling roaring, caressing all pervading winds soaring nakedly in and through themselves.  This unutterable ease, this unspeakable vastness, softness falling though softness, a sigh falling though a sigh, a hush falling though a hush, light into light...




warm summer night streams through me
footfalls echo in the canyon
unanswered

darkness suspends fallen roses on the moonlit pond
cricket song fills the pitcher of empty shadows
drinking the night
drunk on my reflection



words cascade into moonlight
swirling through shadows
I dance
bathed in echoes of cricket song
and pools of midnight

first robin
mountains emerge
where is the dark
when the sun slides over the canyon walls?
where is the emptiness
as I peer into the glass?

all I can see is my own reflection
one foot dances with mirrors
the other has not even darkness
spinning spinning spinning...
it seems as if there is a center
but there is not
not even love flows
without direction




life pours through me
as I flow though life
without end or beginning
wind seems to move
tree tops appear to dance
tall mountain pines seem to yearn for endless blue
as my heart did long ago

robin song steeped in mists of memory
hot morning tea
sky spills over canyon walls
pooling in purply shadows
soaring through my reflection
and the echo of empty space
there is no source to this spring
drinking me
surfing liquid sky



Diaphanous edgeless centerless
flowing river of bejeweled light space
without center or source or goal
Extending infinitely in every direction
Without movement or direction

It never feels like there is someone doing or thinking or feeling or choosing
Or that there are separate things from which to choose

There is no belief in other better more or next
This is what it is like for me
Knowing there is no self
No others
No thoughts
No feelings
No things
No words
No letters
No symbols
No sounds
No emptiness
Not even nothing

Yet here we are
Living and loving and dying
The indescribable beauty of life doing itself
Whatever seems to appear
Just like this

Morning paints itself in this mind stream

Crickets fade to birdsong as someone awakens and yawns 

Gently walls and ceiling pirouette into the morning song 

A dance floor arises in this ballet of one of many 

Of none 

Light caresses the room with shadow 

A hand appears cradling a cup of tea  

Steam lazily rises to kiss its reflection in the window 

That was painted shut 

Long ago 

The images of outside and inside collapsed 

Time appeared to die in the catastrophe 

Of crashing shadows 

Tsunami of winged waving glass 

Pierced a broken heart 

With love’s magic 

No clarity or fog remains 

Just empty footfalls echoing 

Turning dark into light 

Light into dark 

And in between the in between 

We dance 

I am a thought dream no longer believed 

Belief was a felt tension seemingly dividing an outside 

All that is not me 

From an inside 

All that is me 

And that imaginary division hurt 

popping of bubbles is a mild way of describing the demise of the end of belief 

More like an evisceration....

Yet the imaginary confined space was never separate from the imaginary free space 

Neither bound or boundless there was never anyone to be free or not free 

And yet the swirling iridescence remains.... stunningly beautiful

Wordless wonder pools and swirls and slips softly into its own echo sliding through its unutterable undeniable aliveness it vibrates into song

Surging and cresting always the quivering tip of a wave falling between what has never been and what will never be 

Made of memories and deep deep feelings and self referential thoughts shimmering without a center 

swirling cresting fading writing and erasing themselves......

Arpeggio'd wonder in awe of itself 

......no longer owned no longer longing for other as there is none simply an ache for the ache of whatever appears 

as it laughs and slides and sings and weeps and twirls in its own delight and amazement 

And you are a tone poem a symphonic silence a passion play singing painting and erasing itself 

Never touched never caught unbelievably marvelous and superb 

Scrumptious tasty flavorful Beyond measure 

And what is the taste of taste the touch of touch this vibrant pulsating utterly obvious aliveness that has no name nor non name that you feel so intensely like magic under and beneath the imaginary lines and yet subsuming all and everything 

No one knows but you are it and it is you 

Naked unadorned unwavering pure stainless untouched awareness aware that it is aware through this dream play this magicians tale this fairy land of this and that and you and me 

A call and answer sing song without a singer.... of overtones of echoes pouring soaring in and through everywhere and no where 

A shadowless footless dance of all stepless steps bursting seemingly real yet made of imaginary seams 

.....coloring explosions imploding impossible unutterable songs of marvel where love and lover and the beloved kiss unceasingly without time or no time 

As you are made up a dream an enchantment a spell cast upon the shimmering that skips your name across this rainbow iridescent dreamscape rippling shine and shadow skimming flowing dissolving into the shores of this edgeless see

an imaginary surface tension a temporary window between inside and outside between the physical world and the worded world between a characterless edgeless centerless a-temporal unknown unknowable and the known fabricated world of things 

Between love and nothing at all

And he holds up a treasure and says oh my how beautiful 

And I am simply a swoon of utter beauty 

I am the sun flooding the meadow and delicate petals lantern'd flowing waving adrifting seas of grasses and caressing the earth the sky the sound of winds in the pines from near and far sweeping down the mountain

Oh my this edgeless vast untraceable glowing lit from within from without without lines there is no one to be lost or found 

and I am their warmth and love and wonder as well as mine our breath our footfalls our shadows on the rippling .....the tender wetness of our eyes 

Skinless splendid measureless unspeakable infinite flowing space filling overflowing emptiness without time nor non time this utter enormity of indescribable liquidity without end or source ....traceless light soaring sweeping through itself filling me emptying me I am the wind and life as they fly through me as me 

Without others I simply cannot find a trace of a song to pretend to tether the wind 

This is perhaps why we sing 

Those of us who have lost their imaginary piece of sky 

awe moves my thumb as songs flow through me and write my imaginary lines.... always this silence singing 

Utter and complete the vastness expresses itself 

Sings itself 

Just 

Like 

This

Words are like fingers pointing to the moon ....but there are no fingers 

And no moon ....

Yet words can race like arrows 

And pierce your heart...

aloneness sings

you can hear its roar

its echo resounds

it is your voice howling  

ravishing the sun 

ripping apart the horizon

eviscerating the depths of darkness 

tears flow to the edge of sky

arch over moon 

pour though your heart 

through the sun and the wind and the tree tops dancing 

through the leaves and the bark and the roots of your sunset 

through the skin and the blood and the marrow of your being 

through the most intimate corners where you thought you could hide 

backwards and forwards until time loses direction

inside and outside until space loses volume 

falling and falling and falling 

until emptiness loses all ideas of empty 

and love loses all ideas of love 

beyond the depths of song and silence 

no one sits 

ravished of all ideas of solidity 

her fingers slide across the keys

hello goodbye hello

I love you 

here is my morning song

these very words paint the wind and the moonlight

and the tree tops dancing

this sidewalk ballet, a flying carpet of shadows

cricket serenade seamlessly flows 

merging in a night time concerto 

my heart sings

echoes of midnight do not reach for the dawn 

yet the first robin song is clear 

I do not long for morning as the moon slides over the canyon walls 

the dance welcomes itself 

through these eyes that have no owner

through this heart 

that no one wears 

through this dream 

that dreams itself 

with these words 

that split sunlight from the sun

and me from you 

and love from the lover

and the beloved 

life does not wander or flow 

or dance with itself

the wind cannot be tethered 

nor does it move

only through this thought dream 

is there wind

and a cheek to find it

your heart was never yours 

there are no hands to hold it

love has no measurement 

it erases imaginary edges

and has no center

it has no outside nor inside 

nothing moves it or tethers it 

or creates it 

it lives and breathes 

as everything and nothing 

as love and hate

as joy and sorrow 

as life and death 

this undeniable love 

it is not oneness or wholeness 

or every-thingness or no-thingness 

it has no color yet is all color 

it contains nothing

and looks and feels like anything at all  

love is an echo-land dreamscape 

of one of two of many of none 

you can hear its chorus 

reflecting the song of your aliveness 

I can only see myself in your beautiful mirrored garment 

love's nakedness dances

and we emerge in the spinning

after the battle 

walking through long waving grasses 

wind soars through me

dances in the tree tops 

acres of blood poured through us

beautiful symphony of tears 

meadow lark sings from the old battered post

that has lost all signs

crumbled ruins of cloud castles 

shimmer at my feet

here we meet

old warriors that have lost everything 

and nothing 

there was never anyone to win

there was never a prize at the end of the rainbow

simply colors dancing

I can feel your heart beating like a caged bird, talons and beak ready to gouge out your own eyes so that you may see through the blood and spattered dreams painted on the cage and window. You’ve tried opening the mirrored glass and only made more fingerprints that seemed to obscure the light and freedom you long for.  

What will pierce your heart so deeply that all ideas of inside and outside will be shattered? So that every shard will eviscerate all notions of you and other?  So that every piece will reflect an edgeless sublime aloneness dancing without a floor or a door to another shadow land dream? 

So that every piece of your heart, which is nothing other than love’s reflection, will be felt to be one and the same, an echo land of love dancing in the canyon without any barrier or window or anyone looking out or looking in? That there were never any separate pieces to join and no bloody hands to try.  No one to be free or bound, no one to see or not see, simply a call and answer love song with no one singing or listening or longing to be free. 

One clear glimpse of the sheer stark beauty of this vast empty unknowability that is always on may tear down all walls of fear or it may build them, no one can prepare for not even nothing.  Or it may begin to remove chinks and light will begin to pour through.  I cannot tell you to stay awhile as this has nothing to do with you! 

A slow waltz of light with light, of arabesques of space falling through space, whooshing in between the in-between where there is no where and no one to wander, a winged wave soaring without space or time or anyone to surf.  There is no entrance or exit, no ticket to the dance and no rehearsal for the symphony, no prize at the rainbow’s end as there is no end nor beginning, nor anyone to arrive there and no one here to dance, yet all there is ...is this dance.  

Long morning light slides over castle canyon 

Wind blows down from snowy peaks 

Tall pines shimmer and sing 

Transparency slides though transparency

Movement pours through movement 

And is still and yet dances 

Songs arch through words and music

They are silent and yet they sing

Wordless words twine and twirl and twist 

Sensuous aliveness into things

Mountains and vast morning skies and rainbows on the edge of my glass 

When there are none 

We are echoes dancing

Empty silhouettes singing 

There are no paths nor anyone to follow 

Or fill this nakedness 

Baseless shimmering iridescence kisses itself through these very lips 

Vibrantly alive awareness aware of being aware through these very eyes... 

From whence this song of light and shadow

Not even nothing fills this glass 

As morning drinks me 

Spilling out into poems 

That paint me 

Waltzing a slow moon dance 

Her eyes illumined by thought 

Tears and their wetness 

There was no where left to hide 

Pale first light erased the stars

Clothed in clouds and deep mountain shadows 

Tall twisted pines danced with sky

She fell up through her reflection 

Embraced by warm desert winds 

Running down the meadow 

Her nakedness peeled away 

Soft as newly blooming wildflowers 

Lanterned petals in the wind 

Grasses waving gentle seas 

Love washed away the tides of joy and sorrow into seamless beauty 

wordless wonder whispers 

I love you 

It is these very words that paint this wind ballet streaming through our mind stream.  

Simply words that create the dance 

Of light and shadow 

You and me and we 

And love 

Clouds race their shadows down the vacant streets 

Full moon explodes inside her empty chest 

She dissolves into the windy night 

The treasure was the empty music box

Ballerina still dances 

To the echo of sad sweet love songs 

She is the memory as there is no one left to remember or forget 

The primordial song of wind 

Where is the moon that swallowed your heart

Where is the hope that animated your sunrise 

Where is the fear that collapsed your world?

Where are the ropes that held up the moon?

Where is the scaffolding that held up the sky? 

Starkly undeniable aliveness 

You know this

You are not separate from it. 

Moon and sun sail across the vault of sky 

Seamless edgeless transparency of this echo land dream scape 

Life singing itself 

Just like this she whispers 

Bodies seem to move and flow 

Across the stage

Yet you are a beautiful story 

Love just the same 

Life does not move or swing without these words 

There is no dance without separate feet 

When the footfalls are empty 

Wind is a shadow song 

there is no one to be free or wander

no one to be bound... 

this heart is not mine

nor is love

nor this sublime emptiness 

yet this empty heart overflows 

fills me and empties me and sings me

grief moves as it does, neither fast nor slow, 

time has died here

as well as love

yet there is love in the dream of you and me and we

the only world we can know

the only world we exist in

we are the dream

fallen off the imaginary time line between birth and death, 

there was never anyone to fall

or leave home

or return

the horizon untied itself and yet it swings 

I am the missing of you even as you live

the giant hole in my heart exploded and imploded

emptiness was always the case

yet there is a fullness 

of knowing and feeling no separation and that thingness is imaginary

yet we are here

dancing 

loving

like an edgeless sea, apparently there are waves, but the water is never separate from the wetness, nor your tears.... 

the template of words like a net thrown over the streaming perceptual input cannot catch the waters.... yet seekers are mad with thirst and will keep throwing the net not realizing that they are the cage of words.... and it is only words which seem to separate heat from fire,,,, and the color blue from the sapphire...

and a you from your beautiful tears

Weeping waves of joy of sorrow of awe

 ......they merged....

Ahhhhh

Tears and their wetness 

Gem of our aliveness 

Washed in mirrored beauty....

The tears never stop 

They are the worlds sorrow and joy flowing through me painting my water color dream dance in the flowing that has no edges or beginning or end yet seems to move and dance and swing 

It has no movement without these imaginary skies weeping 

never and forever collided in timeless wonder and wept at the beauty of the death of time 

As tears dry on my cheeks I remember 

Oh yes 

My fingertips have swirled through this wetness 

My tongue has tasted this saltiness of endless oceans 

Of shore less seas 

Where I was washed onto the beach under the naked gaze of moons and suns and your beautiful beautiful eyes 

Here we dance 

As this beautiful sorrow 

As this sublime joy 

As this splendid aloneness 

That we are 

That we share

There was never anyone under the costume 

This swirling skirt of mirrors is all there is 

There’s no one left to take the dream personally 

Thought continues but there is no one reading the pages 

Life continues 

It’s like watching a movie and being in it at the same time 

Wonder abounds

This is not union or interconnection 

It’s not about finding a thing called oneness or wholeness. 

What is going on has no separation 

All division is imaginary 

Thought is like a razor seeming to divide what has no edges or center or split or place or time or why