Clear Radiant Wonder

and always
clear radiant wonder
lights the dawn
slowly slowly
the canyon appears
paints these eyes
and these tears
that reflect the morning


slowly slowly
wind begins its soft dance
with trees and evening sky
filling and emptying me
pouring through itself
I am the wind
wind is me

fingers of the pecan tree play the darkening blue
arpeggios of a love song
echo this fullness of space
it empties itself
with its last breath
consuming light and darkness
the end of time left her kiss on my lips
when sorrow and joy merged

billowing and sailing
autumn breathes the heart of a summer evening
clouds fall off the side of the mountain
into waves of rippling sky




Do we ever get used to the ones we love leaving us?
A hollow bell with no ringer
Just the wind passing by
Echoes of echoes paint watercolor tears
Reflect my face in the river
And the mountains behind me
As I drown in the sea of dreams

Reflections of love’s memories
This ache of joy of sorrow merged
Into everything and nothing at all
Where are my footsteps?
They erase themselves on the edge of this shoreless ocean
One foot in the dream
Loving
The other dissolved in vastness



Acres of moon beams never caught or held
Memories of light fall into and through themselves
Echoes untie all ideas of light
And dark
Hollow bell of the night flower
Sings my name
Wilting in the summer sun




Words may stretch imaginary boundaries
Suck out the breath of the heart
So many times
You become accustomed
To free falling

The walls may dissolve or they might explode
And you will stop looking for love
Stop being terrified to feel all that love
You were scared to let go of....
You fall and fall and fall
Until you realize
There is no place to land
And no one falling

Feeling the roundness of vowels in your mouth
Your heart begins to sing
The stability of consonants begins to flounder
Songs may soar through you
Pierce you with love’s heart magic
Skin you alive
Leave you weeping
Wondering why you tried to avoid the sadness
And these tears
That you are



melancholy stretches its arms into an elegant dance
of shine and shade
of wind bent and flower laden sage
arching into sky

yellow pollen on my jeans
last brush of summer

such un-namable beauty
this ache of our aliveness
the demise of love
tears climb out of my window
flowing and holding still
paint echoes on the looking glass
my reflection in your beautiful beautiful eyes



moonlight on the garden path
still under fallen leaves
day sleeps

wind echoes this silence
breathes the night
heavy on the mountain
white clouds swim

children sleep
dream of day
and running through the fields
laughing

I sit in the glow of my laptop
words flowing through me
weeping at the wonder
of night and day

layers of mirrors reveal light and shadow
singing these eyes these lips this aching moon glow
pouring through the window

under the sigh
the hush
beneath the moon
songs fade into this pale morning
finches in the summer breeze



the moon has fallen over the canyon wall
yet its light lingers
slowly soaring up the cliffs
to kiss the morning

this piercing brilliance
of loves embrace
of love lost
never fades
cannot be traced
afterimages strike through your eyelids
in the darkest night
the scent of the moon Lillies

it was only a dream that there were two sides to the mirror
and a middle
in this dream of not knowing
edgeless love sings

in this dream of night and day
there is no tomorrow
no place to hide your heart
or contain this love
it was never yours



reaching for the taste of taste
your hand falls into sky
sky falls into sky

death lives in every breath
morning blooms
as it colors the clouds
and my face
wind tatters our petals
fragments of sky
rippling in the pond

Silence is not within or without 

It saturates sound 

And sings 

what is it that sings me dances me fills me empties me?

it is love it is joy it is sorrow

it is nothing at all

yet it beckons me to dance as I ask you now... 

love song 

smoke signals in the wind 

that are never written or read

echo across the canyon 

this great divide is only as real as we are 

imaginary lines made of rippling reflections 

I reach out and swoon into your beauty 

falling onto the dance floor as it falls away 

your light shines my eyes

paints my tears

colors my rainbow reflection

into this heartbreakingly wondrous dance 

this passion play

where we can find ourselves

and never touch 

....and the wetness of our tears 

shared 

this unmistakable beauty of love

this is the end of belief in belief... even the belief in love... 

belief in separation and unicity falls away...

and the feeling tone has no name, not even feeling...

like the perfection of the sound of a bell

when there is no bell

nor anyone to ring it

or wait for it to end...

always dying into its own silence

and blossoming into this very song   

cry of the night hawk pierces the dawn

children run through the dance of chrysanthemum clouds 

laughing

clothed in pale light 

they do not look for yesterdays sky

Silence is not within or without 

It saturates sound 

And sings

love isn't everything

nor is it nothing

there are no things

reaching out to touch

there is only your embrace 

what can be held if there are no hands

where could you hold the day 

there is no tomorrow 

morning glory blooms for no one 

evening sings its death in your heart 

there is no place to rest 

no where to go

life and love bloom and wilt 

old man sits on an empty bench 

subsumed with the awe and joy of simply being

this is the end of belief in belief... even the belief in love... 

belief in separation and unicity falls away...

and the feeling tone has no name, not even feeling...

like the perfection of the sound of a bell

when there is no bell

nor anyone to ring it

or wait for it to end...

always dying into its own silence

and blossoming into this very song   

cry of the night hawk pierces the dawn

children run through the dance of chrysanthemum clouds 

laughing

clothed in pale light 

they do not look for yesterdays sky

and in the end there is no doubt nor place for it to arise..........

all the secret corners of your being have been undone

there is nothing left to hide nor anywhere to hide it

nor anyone to hide...

there is nothing in the bottom of the cup

not even emptiness

or nothingness

or thinglessness

the suck as the tide goes out

water shimmering in the afternoon sun as it percolates into the sands of the shoreless sea

just an empty sublime vastness

suspended as awe

in the dance of love

This silence has no words yet includes all words

there is no gate to unicity 

no sound or silence lives there

not even nothing dances there

I can hear the morning song of the finches

but they have not gathered at the feeders 

or the ponds

moonlight gathers its empty dress 

pale dawn bathes the garden 

the sound of primordial seas

echoes of nights shadow

bloom and wilt into their own reflections 

nakedness dances with itself 

never caught in the headlights of day 

mountain winds rush down the canyon

stream through the garden 

laughing 

light pours through me

as I drink deeply 

life consumes me 

etches my face

with smiles and tears 

and this empty dress

of mirrors 

swirls

Empty Sky

Tattered remnants of words not sung 

Of voices unheard 

Of hearts unwound 

Rivulets of sparkling 

Rivers of tears flowing 

Sea of dreams reflecting 

Your beautiful face 

Your melancholy eyes 

You have been waiting for your own return 

When you never left 

Or arrived at this placeless place 

That sings your name 

Out there out here 

Seamless vastness has no edges 

Nor center 

You know of this stillness that consumes even the darkest night 

Yet you cannot grasp it 

You cannot hide from it 

It is closer than close 

Nearer than your heartbeat 

Or your deepest feelings 

Or these tears that seemed to wash away the rainbow 

Leaving empty sky 

you are a beautiful piece of sky 

And love as well 

Listen to sky fall into sky 

Watch space flow into space 

A robin song tells you the story 

The melody cannot be traced 

There is no beginning or end 

Or outside to this fabulous wonderland 

Of joy and sorrow and deep deep despair 

And wonder 

reflections dance through the tapestry of shadows 

Bejeweled echoes reverberate 

There is no source to your reflection 

Nor are there any pieces of sky 

waiting at the edge of sky 

your heart an empty glass

words sweep the vastness into mirrored wings 

reflecting your hunger to fly 

you have always been naked 

featherless 

skinless 

alone 

vast as day

empty as night

falling into a feathered glance 

you spy your own reflection 

kissing sky

intimate silence of the first robin song

in the hovering dawn

the prelude was empty 

I heard it in your eyes 

these words lose their skin

I feel what I cannot touch 

you feel what I cannot sing 

this song-less morning 

sings me

waiting for starlight 

to hover on the grass

to lay down the day

and weep

as you sink into the poem

your reflection disappears 

words unwind your tattered footsteps 

you lose your feet in sky

and forget your dissolving 

in this breath are words

waiting

fragrance of forgotten days

slow waltz of the seasons 

lushness beyond measure

this dream of life 

morning is painted by thought 

memory shapes your face

photographs hung on a time line 

billowing skirts in the wind 

changing shape they can be recognized 

in their dancing 

what never moves 

what never stays still

hovering on the window sill

creeping in through the back door 

dancing on the threshold 

this love that beckons 

and promises you 

nothing at all

I see through these very words that paint me

dandelion sun 

grasses dancing

light pours into my heart

its weight crescendos 

waves crashing 

silence singing 

yellow finches 

call and answer 

they have no word for singing 

morning echoes 

through these letters 

these very words

I watch my substance flower

and recede 

with each tap of the keys

my fingertips tingle

my heart sings

oceans vastness 

cannot be held 

in my pocket 

there are no secrets 

no god

nor beauty

nor love 

silence is heard

whispering its song

through the meadows

through the skies

through these unowned hearts

through this love

She held the vowels in her mouth
So she could taste the fullness of sky
Words exploded from her empty breast
Casting ripples across shoreless seas
Falling into their own reflections
Sinking into fathomless depths
Where sky lay waiting
To be kissed once again with words

acres of light pour overtones of galaxies unheard unseen yet felt deeply

into this nameless sea of shimmering reflections 

words basting in a loss of meaning

swirling in this glass 

I see my refection on the rim

drinking 

the sound of shadows 

dancing 

memories unwind

singing 

the sound of love drinking itself 

through these lips 

that have no face 

it is everyone's song 

everyone's love 

everyone's face 

weeping 

absolute stillness does not hide

within these words 

it is these words 

that slide into the depths of your being

and remind you that you have not forgotten 

or remembered 

the hush of beauty

it feels mostly like nothing at all... 

swooning into and through echoes of reflections of colors and sounds and deep reverberations of a sensuousness lostness that has poured through me and left a song of breathless wonder

of wind and light and love dancing through me as me  

feeling deeply this feeling that has no name, not joy nor sorrow nor awe, but mostly like a love that includes everything, this knowing feeling that there are no things and no one to love them... yet loving every particle of color that endlessly blooms and wilts like the most wondrous tender flower, a gazillion petals caressing me from the inside and out... 

walking through a flowing carpet of light and shadow... and fluted lyrical melodies blooming and dissolving endlessly, without beginning or cause... 

in-between the in-between of a hush a pause that extends infinitely without time or direction... a water color river neither moving nor still... an edgeless liquidity of home... a center less embrace of sublime emptiness 

and a song of infinite vibration painting the sky and sea and mountains and early morning robin song echoing down this heartbreakingly wondrous grand canyon of love

love bursts the skin of space 

unravels your footprints 

erases your path

unties the knots, the strings, the shiny bow

reveals the box to be empty

the prize was never hidden

in your guts

it was never concealed 

under your skin

or in your heart 

but evisceration was needed 

for you to see that

it was never lost inside these words 

or found as these words unraveled

your very nakedness 

tore off its clothes

as you merged with your own undoing

no one wears love

or holds it

you cannot dance with it

or feel it deeply

you are this love 

that holds you

you are this dance

there is no other

love bleeds into these pages

these words

that no one wrote

that no one sings

that echo in this empty box

as our hearts reverberate

in this love song

echoes dance on the terrace of winds

hover in your heart 

breath of life

breath of death

more intimate than this song

that sings you

nearer than the wind

caressing your face

or these tears 

the breeze cannot dry 

closer than sadness

piercing your heart

the knowing that love

was never yours to give or take 

that life 

this precious gem

was never yours 

spinning a magicians tale

the center a mirage 

reflections shimmering on the sea of dreams

waves of light and dark pierce the night 

echoes of loves demise 

after the rains 

the hush

When someone says I love you 

You’re beautiful 

I find nothing here 

Just a sublime edgeless emptiness 

Yet when I look at them 

I see a majestic radiant beautiful shimmering gem, and I bask in that love and light and catch a glimpse of my own faceless face.  

I exist only in that touchless touch 

I love only in that touchless touch 

We are love and beauty itself 

In that touchless touch

I love you 

You’re beautiful

I weep whilst alone 

I am always alone 

Yet I am never lonely as this edgeless love

sky is full of rain

and sun

diamonds falling 

I am full of sky 

stripped of their flowers

stalks bowing 

heavy green leaves 

yellow petals on the sidewalk 

empty jewels reflect

echoes of songs

painting the day 

prisms of leaf shadows falling

I glide through this tapestry of light 

as it soars through me

what is not intimate 

when life articulates itself

out of its broken-ness

light hides beneath the night 

heavy with dew

and silence 

the weight of darkness 

impenetrable 

through the eyes of these words

we see the morning sleeping

Space is not between the words it is within them

How big how wide how deep the color red

Flowing blossoming wilting 

Where is love

beauty is not hidden... 

nor love... 

they shine through your eyes and I fall...

This Empty Sky

how could you love so much you feel your heart bursting?
how could this beauty consume you so...
how could this impermanence you feared so much
become this beauty you longed for
how did this love you thought you could hold 
eviscerate you
and dissolve into seamless wonder

Looking through both sides of the mirror 
I can see your beautiful eyes shining 
spontaneously self arising 
self erasing 
radiance 

Looking back 
There is no path 
Looking ahead 
There is no road 
How beautiful your face 
At the edge of the world

clothed in sky
day weeps
sewn with spiderwebs 
blue needs no hem
pouring down the mountain 
pooling in shadows at my feet
wading through echoes
it is my own heart beating 
a continuous embrace 
of light in light
blue in blue
solitude stretched its arms around me 
as my heart burst into sky

The moon sails through my empty heart 
Walking through the dream 
Amazed 
I am the dream of amazement

moon lilly unfolds in spirals
galaxies unhinged
sings its love songs in the dark
night falls through its own echos as morning sings us 
a dancer stands in her own hush 
wilting into her absolute tenderness

bathed in shimmering gold
glowing from within
river of sunset 
ballet of shadows
flowing carpet of dreams
echoes of love call your name  
between light and light 
liquid eyes
melt the day 
into this love dream 
weeping

What do you call an open heart when there is no one left inside?  When no one saw their empty eyes reflecting in the garden glass looking out looking in?  
No one left their fingerprints on the window pain when no one went out the back door and no one entered leaving no marks on the threshold.  
No one embraced an empty shadow weeping in the kitchen at the enormity the immensity of a ravishing vastness a burning intimate all consuming brilliance superseding all ideas of emptiness.  
Brilliant awareness gazing out gazing in and meeting itself in 
This
Very
Kiss



Feeling this love life beauty awe aliveness 
With no lines between a me and this flowing dreamscape I wander through 
Carpet of echoes 
Of reflections 
Of shadows 
Weeping

She rides echoes of moon beams as they swirl into an empty dress 
where time lost its shadow 
and she lost her heart

How wondrous to get to feel it all 

Never the feeling that it’s happening to a someone 

No feeling that there is a tiller 

Or a rudder 

Or anyone to grasp them 

Sails merge into the sky and sea and wind and there are no lines to hold nothing...

...the tiger is your empty breath singing I love you, I want to eat you...

it is your own love calling...

rivulet of sun

pours down the canyon walls

parting the veil of darkness 

slides down the sidewalk 

illuminate my feet 

I waltz in this flowing carpet of shadows 

shadows dance through me

shimmering reflections paint my countenance in sky

with sky  

mirrored glances in this pool of echoes

reflect lifes longing to see itself

morning sings of day

I hear the dance of no tomorrow 

and it is beautiful 

beauty flows through me

I am beauty

I am everything 

And nothing at all

There are no things

Every brush of watercolor tears paints a heartbreaking story of you melting into sunset.  

Your tears unmasked were never yours yet they wrote your heart-song in an endless stream on the river of life that never began yet is always beginning and ending.  

You spied the magic in the flowing fleeting rainbow and longed to grasp it, but you never could as all you could find was your own empty heart reflected in the center of your eyes.  

Trying to catch the storm before it crushed you threw you into the whirl pool and you broke into a gazillion pieces of sky, each one reflecting the tears you so feared, and the love you were terrified to feel too deeply as you knew somehow that this love this precious life was never yours and you would lose it.  

You held out your hands filled with tears and melted into your own reflection.

This unbearably wondrous magic of life that seems to sing you as every thought dreams you, your tears unsigned are beauty itself. 

A love letter written for no one for everyone for this dance of tears and laughter and echoes soaring across the canyon melting merging twining twirling in a wind ballet through your mind screen.  

You are the love the lover and the beloved in this dance without an other or a center of the cyclone. You can feel the magic of life streaming through you as you wrapped infinitely and most intimately in your own loving embrace.

Chattering birds hidden in deep shadowy bushes punctuate the roaring waves, footfalls erased in sand, lovers under hanging cliffs baking in their own hotness.  

There is no path in this vastness there are no parts of sky.  

Shimmering streaming loose ends of my hair, ribbons in the wind, no inside no outside. 

A touch a glimmer a song of whatever appears in you as you through you, a cool evening breeze caressing your cheek, a slap in the face a tear a sob an echo singing life's beautiful melancholy, a rainbow awash in evening's breeze, shadows sliding into the light, flute songs coming from nowhere and everywhere, a kiss in the dark illuminating this wondrous mystery that feels like a gazillion petals endlessly unfolding into an unbearable tenderness,  the bloom the blush of love reflecting in everyone's eyes, dreams of life and love smashed to smithereens on the cliffs where you fell, your beautiful wings like tattered sails catch the last rays of sun.  

Rudderless, cast adrift on this edgeless sea of dreams, yet dancing twirling singing living and loving weeping in the canyon between the world of things and no things.  

The memory of the battle hangs, colored by so much love and laughter and rivers of tears smiling, the warmth of home.

Wind stirs in the aspens loosening late summer lanterns golden treasures flowing, skimming, cerulean waters rippling reflections of infinite winged sky.  Blossoming morning swirls into a call and answer sing song of shine and shadow pirouetting into a breath of cloud.  Of wind of rain of tears of smiles and that silent gasp of beauty recognizing itself, of a glance a touch an embrace, of voices across the lake echoing the music of songs of hate of love of passion in the night, of all songs that were never written and never sung yet heard and felt deeply, of my song of your song, of this song soaring blending merging effortlessly light into light.  

Clearly seen in this infinite kiss deeply intimate yet never mine to hold to capture to grasp and plunge it into my heart so I may know the song of life that sings me.   Knowing there are no songs to hold I always feel the magic of life, of death, of this fluidity of nothing of everything merging forever without dimension or time or any place where it is not, this obvious sublime miracle that feels like love swooning into love.  

Suspended in a drift of memory, there are no steps to where I never left where I never was, where I missed my shadow one late evening staring into the empty brilliance I have always been yet never was.  This magnificent unknowable mystery of life of love subsumed me and cast away all dreams of love yet love remained as a tattered tapestry of Infinitely facetted jewels riding bare back across my mind-stream.

It was just a beautiful dream that you were the mover of clouds.

hush of night reveals the dawn

waiting 

stretching her wings across the canyon

I open my eyes and soar as amazement 

finches gather at the feeders

darting and hovering and singing 

soft breath of the refrigerator 

steam from my tea 

warm cup in the cool dawn 

fingers sliding across the keyboard 

garbage truck like a howling elephant 

growling down the street 

neighbors cat stares at me through the glass 

yellow eyes in her black black fur

thunderous silence sings like this 

I fall into liquid sky

When there is a permanent suspension of belief in separation 

The feeling is as if suspended 

Edgeless 

Infinite....

There are no words 

And yet I sing and sing and sing 

I am a poem 

Unraveling

This primal hush of unknowing 

And no one to know 

Of soaring 

Of no one and no where to land 

Pure unbound spaciousness 

Wind and sun and sky flow through me

I am this wind dance shimmering 

tides wave hello

goodbye

hello

song of the seas...

heartbeat of existence 

you can hear it in this empty shell

drowning in your empty heart

echoes of vastness 

more intimate than your pulse

music has no melody without imaginary separation

nor love

he dreamed a lifetime in a moment

that had no beginning nor end

and awoke to realize he was the dreaming 

of the dream

of being dreamt

leaf slowly spinning 

lyrically floating down to the sidewalk 

one side meets its shadow

in a butterfly kiss

love asked for one last dance

space bled into your bones

watered the sounds of the night 

and the depths of the fathomless sea 

dissolved in sky

and erased your lines

your story an echo

that breaks your heart

the heart you never had

the love you never had

fills these empty shoes

this empty heart

this empty sky