Nancy's posts and poems : Rainbows on the tip of my tongue

We exist

Only in this kiss

Yet we can never touch

Love cannot dance in

The absence of other

This Sensuous love ballet

Of one of two of many

Of none

Shadows meet

And fall into

Each other’s light

and still you look for truth

a place to rest

it is obvious life never holds still

nor can you capture it

you know this magic

cannot be held

as you are not separate from it

there are no edges to life

no separate moments

or events

or things

this seamlessness cannot be spoken of

it has no name nor non name

it is not emptiness

nor fullness

nor anything in between

what is this birth

what is this death

that is in every breath

where is this song

when it is sung

and leaves a hollow ring

you disappear

into these words

that have no substance

and still you look

for truth and meaning

and you are the looking for what

you will never find

We simply cannot see ourselves

As we exist only as each other’s reflections

eternity falls into vastness

rips out my breath

I see his hat on the empty chair

echoes of sunlight pour through the open window

and the summer breeze

through the loose ends of my hair

and when have you not been the night blooming

gazing upon itself with awe

what is the sound of the mountains as they glow in the absence of moon

who stands here naked

howling 'I love you' to his own reflection?

in the hurry-up of rain

long languid brush strokes of dawn

night makes love with her echo

canyon breathes like the push and suck of tides

scent of mountain pines rushing towards the desert

greet the sage dance of dust and rain

silence dances through her reflection

moon shadows fade into black

this hush before dawn never leaves

warp and weft of memory paint the sunrise

slide through the frame of color

and sound

and touch

afterimages leave no fingerprints

moon leaves no trace

footfalls leave no ripples

in this pathless garden of shadows

trees bow and dance and never catch the wind

breathe morning into sky

my heart is still yet seems to beat madly

in love with the flowering of night and day

poems never written

never sung

never heard

nor forgotten

paint the calm before sunset

and the approaching storm

as the gathering dark sings

sky dances in the dissolving trees

rippling in waves of dusk

words wait for my reflection

to kiss itself

songs are paper umbrellas

in the rain

you tossed missives of love

into an edgeless sea

seaweed and garlands of marigolds

sand and moonlight in your hair

your letters filled this looking glass with emptiness

looking for a place to rest

the horizon burst into flames

consuming sky

and sea

and you

afterimages sweep and gather moon

reflected light

swirls

dissolves in your empty hand

your hands merged into the fabric of sea and sky

as you waited on a windswept beach

for your own return

whilst we are walking

I long to walk with you

I watch you reading

and long to watch you read

I am this longing

to love you

even as we love

though you live

I am this beautiful ache

of your death

no one wears this nakedness

or this flowered skirt rippling in the wind

wind is not separate from the flowing grasses

flowers are not separate from my skirt

this fabric of light and sound is not woven of things

nor emptiness

it weaves itself as flowers bloom and wilt

as morning sun streams through this open window

as wind caresses my softness

and carries away the steam from my tea

without time or non time

or direction or non direction

or movement or non movement

life flows by itself

When one becomes two and two become one and emptiness dissolves into itself

Life flows along its natural course without intention

as I tried to drink my own kiss

I saw my reflection

in the shattering sky

rainbows on the tip of my tongue

tree tops slowly slowly

waltzing with sky

wind sings shimmering echoes on the river

I dance in pools of shadows

memory paints my silhouette on the sidewalk

bowing and curtsying with the wind

it flows through me

I am the wind singing

wind sings through the open window

humming birds swoop and hover in the garden

there is no path to this fleeting all encompassing momentary

it blooms and wilts simultaneously

it cannot be captured

no one can allow it or reject or change it

as there is no one separate from this

there are no edges

there is no one breathing or feeling or thinking or doing... just life doing itself... looking and feeling like anything at all

I have no message

or secret notes

folded into little squares

that you can unravel

space folded into and through itself

and time lost its footprints

memories unravel

when there is no one left to read them

scanning the darkening sky

bathed in orang-y reds of sunset

clouds unfurl your heart

as you weep

last robin song

last song of summer

withering vines cannot hold their flowers

is it beauty or love or awe

or the death of tomorrow

is it emptiness

or fullness

or the last breath of moon

that rains upon the garden path

and pours reflected light into your eyes

that I may see the tender delicate beauty

of your tears

and the wetness of my face

evening hides in the shadows

pours up the mountain into sky

last dove leaves the feeder

carries the sun on her back

hot desert wind rushes up the canyon

longing for the coolness of mountain rains

morning will bring the mountains reply

a call and answer sing song

night in day

day in night

hush of darkness never leaves

death sings its silence in every breath

contained in every word

every song

bursts

with light

life paints shadows on the carpet of moon

colors slide and bleed through this heart

as it falls into the rhythm of night

this heart

that was never captured

or held

in loves embrace

as it was never mine to give

or lose

echoes of time kissed these lips

long ago

as I fell into the mirror

that had no sides

nor middle

pierced by the shards of my own reflection

dissolving light into shadow

and shadow into light

one half of a kiss does not exist

love's embrace was never lost

or found

it simply had no sides

caressed from the inside and out

love is the erasing of imaginary lines

last train leaves

midnight sings

no one waits

or lies on the benches

listening to the wind echo in the empty hall

I am this dance of light and dark breathing

of wind and the absence of dawn

of the night hawk swooning

and moon lilies blooming

of memories traipsing

of a lonely girl who lost herself

and found this sublime aloneness

that no songs can hold

words twine dark and light

love and love lost

and this joy that merged with sorrow

tendrils of emptiness

flow through my songs

paint moonlight on the ceiling

as I watch my reflection twirl