gently gently dawn stretches across the carpet of sky
my toes still in the sparkling stars
my hair flowing acres of red and gold
my eyes paint the canyon walls
my lips kiss this song of light and shadow
dove lands on the feeder
flies straight up
wings close to my window
I can hear her but I cannot see her song
high on the telephone wires
she knows not her immense beauty
but I do
we welcome the day together
balanced between the physical world and the imaginary
I sing the day
the day sings me
searching for the meaning of yellow
blossoms into a song without end
or beginning
that sings her
memories of love weave traceries of sky
words sketch a silhouette
the center is empty
and flows outside of the lines
edges extend without end
and cannot be found
cloud flowers weep
as they dissolve into their own reflection
what is yellow?
what is love?
where does it end
and this poem begin?
where are my lines
when these lines sing me?
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
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