I am the dream of amazement

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

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

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



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

morning wind brushes clouds into golden wings 

Dissolving

this empty heart sings 

Of the fullness of day 

Of loves line-less beauty 

Of the backbeat of wonder 

These very words that time erases 

As time swallows itself 

Ripples of shimmering reflect the morning 

River flows into and through itself 

Love kisses itself 

Through our eyes 

I can hear my footfalls 

But cannot find them  

Memory writes my name on the river 

Where I drowned 

I sing of what has no song yet sings me.

How many tears to wash away the wetness you seek?   You were never more than tattered prayers, hopes and fears of your own undoing streaming in the wind. Words resound in the vault of echo's absence and sink into your heart of shadowed dreams.  This death of certainty leaves only reflections rippling in the breeze caressing your beautiful tender cheeks with a love song that has no words yet includes all words.  Even the wind sweeps itself away.   Crashed into your infinite kiss, waves of shadows cannot undo this love that you sought but always were in this timeless embrace of nothing and everything.

It's like you're strapped info the confines of belief, an avalanche of concrete that has shut out the light.  Sharp edges of black and white carving out your world, a two dimensional cardboard cut out of a life consumed with hope and fear of a never arising next.  Suddenly the fabric of your universe collapses.  The bottom falls out and you slide through the cracks of all the unyeilding beliefs of who you thought you were, and you discover there was no one under the costume of belief.  

The reaching out fell into and through the reaching out as tears subsumed in their own wetness, light fell into light, space poured through space and a hush beyond measure embraced itself from the inside and out.  There were no sides nor non sides, or a song without other. 

Lost in puddles of emptiness, drowned in unanswered dreams.  Reflection of the moon ripples softy across your forehead.  Wind catches itself in the reflection of treetops dancing in its own shimmering shadow.  Suspended jewels hang in this web of awe, flying into themselves.  The loose ends will never be caught in the tangling

This life this unbound love was  longer yours.  It soars unimpeded, unrehearsed, unbidden.  This delicious unknowing settles in to your innermost being and transports you into the mist of unrehearsed forgotten rainbows.  The imaginary lines that created this tinker toy world fall away and all that's left is a streaming sublime edgelessness.  Utterly stunned by this boundless beauty, this utterly amazing dream, where love seems to be the heartbeat as it flows unencumbered by fear.  Swooning in the ever new ever freshness the universe flows through your nakedness and a gentle breeze or a wisp of a cloud sends your heart skyrocketing.

Love songs echo in moonlit shadows never touched nor held yet embraced by their own kiss sliding into a sublime spaciousness where all your extensions of reaching out dissolved into pure stainless brilliance.  Life a constant swooning into and through itself, dancing falling crashing into and through all names and ideas of a dream time song that has never left nor begun nor caught in its dance of utter awe of its own wonder.

 

A contrapuntal dream scape fell into a shoreless ocean rippling a soundless song of endless mirrored wall less canyons dissolving as mist in the morning sun.  Bathing in its own essence a seamless ease akin to love and joy yet without edges or place to point.  Moon exists only in its reflection. it cannot be pointed to, there is no one or substantial thing separate from this dream of light.  It is all moon shimmering reflections of reflections.   it is all gold radiating in all direction without direction or dimension or place or center or edge.   Flung like jewels across all and everything our tears reflecting our own wonderment

our own beauty

our own love

Crickets sing their love song in the dark the moon silently shines.  I'm just waltzing with the moon, rainbows in my hair, dancing in mid air on the edge of the dream..

How I love the feel of naked hearts singing

As sunset colors pierce the lengthening shadows in this 

The first

And last

Dance

Beautiful tears stream through your bareback eyes

A song of silent sorrow floods in a joyful rippling of love shared.

In the end there is only the song

Singing itself

Echoing deeply in and through its own iridescent rippling reflection

Morning delicately and tenderly unwraps her golden treasure of song that whispered your name in the dead of night.  Blooming into the day dream of you and me and we, such softness of this caress of light and shadow creating a canyon of echoes where we dance.  

This unutterable warmth that floods the empty songbook when I greet you bathes my heart with a certitude of this wondrous intimacy of a touchless touch.  I am not.  you are not.  We are not without each other

The unspeakable  beauty of your sublime aloneness and the magnificent dream of love Swirling together into this life of a sage who swoons in love as love through love with a seamless ease falling through the awe of simply being.  When someone says you're beautiful or I love you there is nothing here.  Yet all I can say to others is I love you you're beautiful. 

 

No longer wondering yet in awe of this magnificent emptiness of even love and emptiness, it feels like a summer love song streaming through every pore of my being that has no tags nor confines.  The why's and where's and who's left the empty house as the floors and walls and ceilings vanished in their obvious transparency.  Echoes resound through this brilliant unknowing, a flowing breeze pirouetting my mirrored skirts seems to dance me along.

I sing of what has no song yet sings me.

she listens to the softness 

contrapuntal colors 

bleeding through each other

through her belly

through her heart

an indefinable softness

sings 

water is the color 

sky is the sound

blue is the touch 

light is the taste

love has no color

yet is all color

merging into this song

of streaming rainbows 

sliding through me

As me 

intimate rhapsody of endless ocean 

sings itself 

cannot be known

yet you know its song

caught in the hands of moon 

night releases itself into sky

waves seem to punctuate the fathomless seas 

words seem to separate wetness 

from water

and you 

from me

You need not buy a ticket or enter the hall or pull up a chair to this sumptuous sensorial banquet.  You need not dive into or swim in this flowing river of song.  You need not find what seems to appear.  You need not try to be aware or awake to this wind ballet.  You need not capture this love that waltzes you,  or pin your feet to the dance floor 

There is none 

You are this uninterrupted symphony of perception and its inseparable recognition.  You cannot not be awake to it as you are it.  Just as it seems to appear 

Just as you think you are.  

This very thought stream painting this ever blooming ever wilting brilliant immediacy.... 

this is who you are 

dawn opened the door 

drew shadows on the threshold

sky flew in and pulled her out

swallowed her and spit her out 

her breath is empty 

there is no one breathing

singing

laughing

dancing

weeping 

loving 

cold mountain winds race down the dark canyon

longing for the hot desert bathing in sun

I hug my shoulders 

enchanted with the seamless dance of wind and sky 

last stars fade in the brightening sky

love gnaws my bones

sucks out the marrow of sunrise

and the death of moon  

bleeds onto the path

that no one follows

wondrous as I hear my story 

reflections of ancient wind songs

acres of sky

eons of love 

I am wind 

in wind 

dancing

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

Love  

Breathes me 

Sings me 

Nakedly it erased my eyes and grew them anew 

I am the eyes of the day 

Intimate skinless 

Licked clean of dreams of tomorrow 

Morning slides through me 

Deeper than space folding on the sidewalk 

I paint the morning 

Yellow finches 

Rushing tires on the road 

Tea kettle ready to sing 

This music cannot be sung 

Or heard 

Or remembered 

Or forgotten 

This house this garden this life this love belongs to no one 

I am a stranger and a lover 

New and familiar 

Who gathered the shells on the coffee table 

Who loves so deeply she thought her heart might burst 

Who writes love letters in the dark 

To you 

That I may see my face 

In the reflection of your eyes 

I am love’s memories gently unwinding into the sunset

Tattered fringes of light and shadow dancing on the edge of the known as it falls into the unknown 

Swooning as a love dream that lept inside itself and discovered 

Sparkling 

Jewels 

Everywhere 

I love you

The book of days and nights fell apart in my hands

I hear it echo in the moonlight 

See it shimmer in the mid day sun 

Time lost its reflection

As love subsumed it all 

No one wanders as this rhythm of light 

Or dances as this melody of wonder 

Yet I find myself in love 

As love 

With this ever blooming 

Ever wilting dream scape

Mountains swoon into valleys without end 

Or beginning 

Days slide into night 

Death is always here 

How many years since love swallowed me 

I cannot say

Yet I can say 

I still love 

This love that I am 

That we are  

That this is 

and you find that what the sages have been singing about is simply this, your own life just as it is

we exist only as imaginary characters in this dream of duality. when the dream of this and that is no longer believed, there is a hyper awareness of being aware. 

yet it is known that it requires imaginary separation for awareness to be aware of being aware... 

it requires imaginary separation to recognize unicity. 

only through this uninterrupted symphony of perception and its inseparable recognition is awareness aware of being aware... 

it is known that awareness is not a thing, that there are no things, nor non things... 

It is known and felt that there are no separate moments or events, it feels like a unitary streaming... without edges... space flowing through space, light pouring through light...

it is known that there is no outside to the dream of objectified separation as outside and inside, like all this and that is made up, mentally fabricated.

many, seeing through the illusion of separation, realizing that there are no things nor a holder (you) of them, fill in the blank with awareness.... it is like a bigger better me.

there are no words for that which is not a that or this... ultimately we are nothing at all... an imaginary prism, a lens seemingly dividing an inside from an outside... a beautiful lens through which love and beauty enter the universe...

The beauty of wind is in its caress of absence 

this obvious seamless beauty embraces me from the inside and outside... it has erased all sides, and yet shimmers as an iridescent wave washing through me as me... as sunshine flowing kissing... itself 

it beckons me to sing of it.... yet it is not an it... this sublime emptiness that no one has yet I long to share.... speaking of it seems to capture it and erase it... this love swirling down the canyon paints me and this song, and these tears... this is the song where we meet and cannot touch and disappear into each other....

day dissolves on the distant hills 

last bird leaves the feeder

gathering dusk in the plum tree

I am this nakedness 

dancing 

circles of empty light 

breathing 

weight of darkness

melting 

no one wears this dress of shadows 

swirling 

or wades through this carpet of moonlight 

singing

after the rain

blossoms paint the sidewalk

flowing dust motes catch the morning 

but cannot hold it 

spider webs weave sunlight 

arched fluted tapestry of light in light 

filaments of gold in gold 

drops of rainbows suspended 

reflect my eyes 

finches call each other into this dance 

this soaring dream of wonder 

pirouette into a song 

that I cannot sing

yet long to 

here are these words I sing to you 

they are not mine to give 

disappearing as they arise

like the summer sun

glistening so beautifully

delicately in your eyes 

I weep at your beauty

and long to kiss this wonder 

into you 

so that we may sit 

in awe

at the day

a pair of eyes painted on the glass

lipstick smudge 

trying to kiss life

drink this magic 

this swirling kaleidoscopic echo land dream

eating the rainbow leaves 

shards of sky in your mouth 

your heart 

where is the treasure

in this empty glass 

whose words reflect the sunrise? 

whose tears filled this glass this mirror that runs the water color paint of dreams? 

whose rainbow fills these empty brush strokes?

who made these empty foot prints that crumble into dust

into mud 

into sunlight 

acres of tears cleansed these eyes

that no one wears 

it was the emptiness you longed for 

that drank you

and left you spinning

weeping

dancing 

soaring skinless

naked and utter alone

no one wears this beautiful rainbow garment 

this swirling gown of mirrors

this nakedness

these tears