October skies

Syllables of love
Stream
Through your eyes
Through your lungs
Through your heart
The countless love letters you sent
Pleading for her kiss
Will not form or rip apart her song
It is not made of words
Yet every word sings her

Love rests
And breathes in
Her own reflection
Echoes of her silence
Ripple through the tips of her wings
As she flys into the innermost core of your being
With a mirror


Ahhhhhhhhh.....
this sweet fire
not hot nor cold
cannot be remembered or forgotten
This song
Without words
Includes all words

Without sound
It is not silent
And is always heard

It is not nothing
Nor everything
Yet all things are included

Not formless nor solid
Not empty nor full
Neither infinite nor finite
Neither here nor there nor in between
Neither arriving nor leaving
Not beginning nor ending
Without space or time or direction
Or motion or stillness

Music so beautiful
These waves of sound
Crush all ideas of music
Love so tremendous
Slaughter all ideas of love
This naked radiance
Burns you
This sweet fire
You longed for
Cannot be lost or found
For it is everywhere and nowhere
This pyre of love
beckons
Everything is burnt in it’s beautiful maw
Like a moth to a flame
You run towards it
And fear it
It is your own love
That sings your name in the darkness
You cannot hide in your own shadow
The night has already consumed you 

You cannot see yourself

You are blinded by your own radiance

You cannot hear yourself

Your song is light 

dancing with itself 

Spinning cartwheeling through itself 

Even darkness is light

Love swallows all in its fire 

That consumes you and all ideas of love

her heart unfolding 

blooming 

petals falling

softly softly 

light glimpses its reflection 

but cannot hold it

there is no source to this love

infinitely self illumined 

this universe of mirrors 

shattered 

she felt the ripping apart of softness

of hardness 

as her heart bled into the flowing

on the edge of the river

as the banks are crumbling 

on the uppermost branch of a naked tree

one small sparrow

sings

words flow in a loop de loop 

tumbling backwards and forwards

creating dreams of yesterday and tomorrow 

a lone woman walking 

embraced in her horizon

the cloth of memory 

holds the sun in the east

and yet she feels the beautiful agony of sunset 

she is burned on memories pyre

time escapes its boundaries 

and she is born in death

dancing on a timeline 

twirling night into day 

and day into night 

not here nor there

nor anywhere in-between 

basking in rainbows blooming 

and weeping 

tears reflect all colors

as they paint her reflection

breathing sky

Swallowing the stars 

The stars swallow you 

Burning piercing all consuming light exploding imploding the warmth and light of infinite suns 

You are the light and the reflection 

You are love itself seeing itself through all you see and feel and touch and breathe 

And I love you 

And this is not my love 

Nor yours 

But ours 

The very ground on which you stood

The very essence that you thought you were

The building blocks of what you thought you knew

Skin and teeth, blood and bones and stars and galaxies atoms, electrons, quarks, and time and space shatter and disperse and dissolve into themselves

there is not even a before or an after

Or light or dark

And you are made now of this very unknowing

When nothing can be found and nothing is sought

No words can touch this intimate infinity

Or truly describe the slaughter

And the love of losing everything and finding nothing at all

Joy and sorrow are beauty’s eyes

I may say you are love or beauty or everything or nothing at all... 

just this hush of moon 

And the night Lilly blooming

I know that you and me and love are made up... and that we are but a beautiful dream waltzing.... catching a glimpse of our own magnificent radiance through each others eyes...

like a magician's tale, a hologram of light and shadow painting reflections of reflections on a canyon waterfall, we can only hear and see the afterimages of ricocheting wonder...

echoes of echoes swirling down the river

bound for the shoreless sea

You cannot plunge through the skin of words 

Even the letters of your broken heart can be counted 

What aches to pluck the flower and swallow it’s tender petals so they may bloom under your skin 

So that their beauty may burn your blood

And bones

And heart

So that their softness

May kiss you from the inside and out

There is not even nothing under this net of words that paints you and your world 

you cannot go there

Yet a knowing may arise that all words are false 

including the word love 

including the word false

Plucking the roses your hands bleed

counting the rosary your heart bleeds

One by one by one by one the beads come apart the petals fall

painting the wind

With your song of longing 

For love

I am not a hollow reed or an empty bell

I do not exist without your song

No breath or silence was needed

To reveal that there is nothing under this echo

One by one the costumes vanished

Even this nakedness

That I longed for

Disappeared

Sorrow and joy are not clothes

There is no lone figure suspended as moonlight 

Or bliss

Or love 

No shadow dances 

No one speaks these words 

these daggers of love

Sing themselves

and you find you never left, nor returned... that the belief in separation filled these empty shoes, this empty path, this empty cry to the darkening skies... 

and all you heard was the familiar echo of your own love

ricocheting through the canyon...

lovers soar through your heart and leave little nests of love remembered

...the bits of blue fallen on the pine needles... are such gems... the empty shells sparkle in the sun ...just so

when you look in the mirror you remember their eyes laughing... weeping....

and you weep and bask in loves memories

she may seem to sneak in when you least expect it, snuffling your tender neck with her hot breath, leaving a kiss as she leaves... but she is never near or far, this love this silence this gift you long for... 

she has no name yet she is in every name

joy and love and deep deep sorrow

her teeth will consume you

as she devours your name 

blood washing down the river of tears

you reach out to touch her

to kiss her back

to hold her forever 

you fall and fall and fall and fall

and find you are the river

light pouring through you

as you are the rushing waters

dancing

How are you long to be eviscerated and

fear to be laid bare

Without even nakedness

To clothe your hollow bones

Yo hide your empty heart

Terrified that there is no one, no heart,

To open

No eyes to open

Under the lids

No light 

Nor darkness 

Ice and fire throb through your arteries and veins

Sorrow and joy and grief and love 

Twisting twining the vines of utter despair and emptiness weave your very essence into a story written with disappearing ink

This great wind that dissolves all knowing

And unknowing 

Feeds this icy fire 

That consumes you 

In its last breath 

You hear it’s raging silence

Spitting your silhouette into sky 

Pirouetting light and dark 

Spinning shadows 

A love dance 

Of sky 

In sky 

The ends of the rainbows were never separate

Nor the colors in between

They bleed into each other

Filling your footsteps with memories

Love bleeds into the dream

Rests her weary head in your lap

Looks up at you, smiling,

And says, ‘let’s dance’

you are less substantial than the sumptuous mirage of cloud reflections

spinning in the mirror 

pouring across your face...

one

leaf

falling... 

gently gently the wind

softly softly the echo

of silence 

no secret corner of your being

will emerge

or dissolve 

no one will merge with you

or transform you

no god

no secret lover 

no tomorrow will awaken you

just this football on the tv

rain battering the window

the memory of a kiss

such immeasurable majesty!

winged beauty of a single tear

tenderness of your flesh

your hungry belly

tsunami of love

carries it all

love holds all things

in its endless arms

and dissolves them

and you 

into itself

I can see the scars of love in your eyes

Shining with tender piercing brilliance

Weeping for the love of it all 

Love’s pyre claimed everything 

All your plans 

Your past 

Your beautiful rings and raiment 

Your skin and blood 

Even your beautiful nakedness 

Empty hands 

Cannot hold your magnificence 

They brush right through you 

No ashes are left 

To blow away in the wind 

Light is too small a word for this light 

This love that cannot be spoken 

Sings your name 

Paints your cheeks with tears 

Smiling weeping reflecting 

October skies 

Once tasted 

This flame

Lingers 

On your lips 

Your breath 

Your tongue 

Your arteries and veins 

Burns your blood 

Surging with the tides 

Everything is pulled into this conflagration 

Spring sighing in its promise of warmth 

Long summer nights clothed in whispers of moon

Autumn colors are sucked into this bonfire of love 

Winter trees 

Naked limbs reach for sky 

Weaving flowing lace traceries 

Lines and spaces flow into each other 

Sky burns 

Ashes falling 

Down falls up 

Distance surrenders 

Time swallows itself 

Is it the wind or is it you 

That sails through midnight