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
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
All we touch dissolves like the scent of summer winds across the desert
Sage blossoms heavy with dew
Arch over the sands
Dance with their shadows that flow across the path
As your feet
dissolve
No hands can hold the dance of life
Our hands cannot hold even emptiness
They cannot hold themselves
The past is a river of echoes
Painted on a waterfall of tears
Memories sliding into a bottomless treasure chest
The present a kiss between what never happened and what never will
Future is dreams painted on a window
bleeding in the rain
Clouds seem to part
Sunset beckons
With its silent song
rain plays tabla on the roof
slowing to a hush
then exploding
love song of the night
needs no words
cannot be contained
nothing can be held
when there are no hands
to hold the rain
water in water
a fluid painting of this room
reflects in the window
my face appears to be looking into the dark
it sees itself
looking back
where ever I look
simply this inescapable fluidity
and yet jewels
everywhere
sparkling
ahhhhhhhhhhhh
these liquid eyes
that ceased looking for a place to rest
or a harbor
on this edgeless sea
shadow bird waits on the fence
to dive into her own shadow
and release her tears
into the night
night melts into dawn
dawn into day
who can resist
the light
fire of ancient shadows
rainbow of flame
burns its own beauty
from the center out
until there is no out
or in
scent of summer
hides in the fallen leaves
falls off your fingertips
plays in the grasses
...the autumn winds
And when you walk through love’s door
You see your own face
Weeping and smiling
And saying
I love you
And you realize you never left
The small shoot
The tiny bud
The flower and it’s wilting
And all those tears...
We’re always love
Recognizing itself
Through your beautiful beautiful eyes
how many nights did I lay on a bed of nails
my bones my blood my heart breaking
crying out
howling at the moon
I could not see
or hear
waiting for an echo
a sign of someone
something
that could fill in the brokenness
...waiting for dawn
for at least a shadow
a glimmer
of someone who still wandered the earth
of someone who had solidity
of a someone who could gather the day
...waiting for the night to end
wondering if it would?
I did not know I was losing my world
mourning my own demise
I could not end the deep deep sorrow
and heightened terror
nor did I try...
as I lay my head in the darkness
I fell through the pillow
and the bed
and the floor
and the ground
I fell through my own shadow
shards of night pierced my reflection
erasing all light
I heard my echo in the deepest darkest agony
weeping
when the tears are over
the tears begin
darkness bleeds through you
as you look for the light
this ache for the dawn
carries your feet across the desert
under the stars
glistening sands
footprints gently erased
by hot winds
or is it your breath
your footprints
this starlight
you long for?
that last signpost
has toppled
that last treasure map
folded and unfolded countless times
crumbled in your hands
these very words
sear a knowing in your heart...
nothing has been lost
nothing has been gained
there was never anything to attain
walking in circles seemed to incise your name
in the desert dream
pulling the noose tighter and tighter
you have always danced
between light and darkness
between knowing and unknowing
between love and this edgeless-ness where you do not exist
all the love you longed for
is knowing
there is no where to go...
no one who wanders...
that this beautiful longing you wished to escape
paints your silhouette with starlight
without it
you are not
all things exist only in the naming of them..
it is not that the name is not the thing, like there is an un-named thing just waiting for a name...
it is that the name IS the thing...
all separation is imaginary and the imaginary lines are drawn by shared learned words.
knowing and feeling that all separation is imaginary
no separate things or moments or events
or selves
feeling this delicious seamless ease...
looking though these liquid eyes...
is enlightenment
this throbbing is the blood of our aliveness
this ache of deep deep sorrow
of overwhelming joy and bliss
of grief
of love and love lost
dancing at midnight
weeping at dawn
laughing at my shadow
enthralled at the beauty the wondrousness of it all
it is what I am
having been to the edge of all and everything
losing it all
and gaining nothing
I returned
utterly naked
watching these feet that no one wears
these beautiful eyes through which no one sees
these sublime feelings
that no one feels
here, yet not
a gentle rain of constant awe
these liquid eyes
looking out
looking in
everyone I meet
is myself
I weep
No longing and I disappear
💞
I see everyone as indescribably beautiful
And not broken
Even their feelings of brokenness...
I love loving so deeply I weep...
the love for all and everything
Everyone
The day the night
the cold rain...
Watching these little letters make words on the screen...
I told my dad when we were waiting in line at the supermarket how I loved watching people take their groceries out of their carts
And loved watching the checker pick them up and scan them etc
He said
‘Oh to be simple minded...’
Lol!
But it’s like that...
Simply breathtaking!
The heartbreak of it all
Beauty moves through beauty as life
always being born and always dying...
The longing is super complete in itself.
I watch seekers
some no longer desperate
The meditating calms them and they love feeling like they are on a path and getting somewhere
As soon as a book is done they seek out another
Did I love it?
I loved copying the texts
I loved listening to talks
And when the ripping was happening and the pain was excruciating to the point that I felt like I might die...
I never tried to stop it
Somehow I knew it was going to be good
Lol
Didn’t know how good!
When it was all over and I was suspended as nothingness it was nothing to write home about
And when the fullness rushed in...
I realized here I was
Mostly like before
And that self was desire...
and that it was beautiful
a sublime emptiness
infused with a slip stream of longing
that seems to paint this echo land dream scape
of life loving life through these lips these ears these eyes
and these tears...
this throbbing is the blood of our aliveness
this ache of deep deep sorrow
of overwhelming joy and bliss
of grief
of love and love lost
dancing at midnight
weeping at dawn
laughing at my shadow
enthralled at the beauty the wondrousness of it all
it is what I am
having been to the edge of all and everything
losing it all
and gaining nothing
I returned
utterly naked
watching these feet that no one wears
these beautiful eyes through which no one sees
these sublime feelings
that no one feels
here, yet not
a gentle rain of constant awe
these liquid eyes
looking out
looking in
everyone I meet
is myself
I weep
your very flesh is embroidered with fire
your bones seared
branded with the kiss
of love's death
this flowing tapestry of desire
consumes you and spits you out
writes its name
in your chest
you longed for this union
ever since you could remember
but there were never two pieces to join
no words to remember
no syllables to repeat
no special postures or circumstances are required
for this conflagration of the known world
the demise of truth and meaning
and anyone who could have a world
anyone who could be confused or not
anyone who could cast her dreams into the midnight sun
and wait for a reply
...listen
it is only the echo of your beautiful aloneness
that sings your name so sweetly
love sings your name
and you answer
like this
I see you waltzing in loves embrace
in love as love through love
life kissing itself through your lips
seeing itself through your beautiful eyes
feeling its own aliveness
wondrous beyond compare
this flowing garment of broken hearted beauty
that no one wears
it is not yours
nor mine
but everyone's song
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
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
All we touch dissolves like the scent of summer winds across the desert
Sage blossoms heavy with dew
Arch over the sands
Dance with their shadows that flow across the path
As your feet
dissolve
No hands can hold the dance of life
Our hands cannot hold even emptiness
They cannot hold themselves
The past is a river of echoes
Painted on a waterfall of tears
Memories sliding into a bottomless treasure chest
The present a kiss between what never happened and what never will
Future is dreams painted on a window
bleeding in the rain
Clouds seem to part
Sunset beckons
With its silent song
rain plays tabla on the roof
slowing to a hush
then exploding
love song of the night
needs no words
cannot be contained
nothing can be held
when there are no hands
to hold the rain
water in water
a fluid painting of this room
reflects in the window
my face appears to be looking into the dark
it sees itself
looking back
where ever I look
simply this inescapable fluidity
and yet jewels
everywhere
sparkling
ahhhhhhhhhhhh
these liquid eyes
that ceased looking for a place to rest
or a harbor
on this edgeless sea
shadow bird waits on the fence
to dive into her own shadow
and release her tears
into the night
night melts into dawn
dawn into day
who can resist
the light
fire of ancient shadows
rainbow of flame
burns its own beauty
from the center out
until there is no out
or in
scent of summer
hides in the fallen leaves
falls off your fingertips
plays in the grasses
...the autumn winds
And when you walk through love’s door
You see your own face
Weeping and smiling
And saying
I love you
And you realize you never left
The small shoot
The tiny bud
The flower and it’s wilting
And all those tears...
We’re always love
Recognizing itself
Through your beautiful beautiful eyes
how many nights did I lay on a bed of nails
my bones my blood my heart breaking
crying out
howling at the moon
I could not see
or hear
waiting for an echo
a sign of someone
something
that could fill in the brokenness
...waiting for dawn
for at least a shadow
a glimmer
of someone who still wandered the earth
of someone who had solidity
of a someone who could gather the day
...waiting for the night to end
wondering if it would?
I did not know I was losing my world
mourning my own demise
I could not end the deep deep sorrow
and heightened terror
nor did I try...
as I lay my head in the darkness
I fell through the pillow
and the bed
and the floor
and the ground
I fell through my own shadow
shards of night pierced my reflection
erasing all light
I heard my echo in the deepest darkest agony
weeping
when the tears are over
the tears begin
darkness bleeds through you
as you look for the light
this ache for the dawn
carries your feet across the desert
under the stars
glistening sands
footprints gently erased
by hot winds
or is it your breath
your footprints
this starlight
you long for?
that last signpost
has toppled
that last treasure map
folded and unfolded countless times
crumbled in your hands
these very words
sear a knowing in your heart...
nothing has been lost
nothing has been gained
there was never anything to attain
walking in circles seemed to incise your name
in the desert dream
pulling the noose tighter and tighter
you have always danced
between light and darkness
between knowing and unknowing
between love and this edgeless-ness where you do not exist
all the love you longed for
is knowing
there is no where to go...
no one who wanders...
that this beautiful longing you wished to escape
paints your silhouette with starlight
without it
you are not
all things exist only in the naming of them..
it is not that the name is not the thing, like there is an un-named thing just waiting for a name...
it is that the name IS the thing...
all separation is imaginary and the imaginary lines are drawn by shared learned words.
knowing and feeling that all separation is imaginary
no separate things or moments or events
or selves
feeling this delicious seamless ease...
looking though these liquid eyes...
is enlightenment
this throbbing is the blood of our aliveness
this ache of deep deep sorrow
of overwhelming joy and bliss
of grief
of love and love lost
dancing at midnight
weeping at dawn
laughing at my shadow
enthralled at the beauty the wondrousness of it all
it is what I am
having been to the edge of all and everything
losing it all
and gaining nothing
I returned
utterly naked
watching these feet that no one wears
these beautiful eyes through which no one sees
these sublime feelings
that no one feels
here, yet not
a gentle rain of constant awe
these liquid eyes
looking out
looking in
everyone I meet
is myself
I weep
No longing and I disappear
💞
I see everyone as indescribably beautiful
And not broken
Even their feelings of brokenness...
I love loving so deeply I weep...
the love for all and everything
Everyone
The day the night
the cold rain...
Watching these little letters make words on the screen...
I told my dad when we were waiting in line at the supermarket how I loved watching people take their groceries out of their carts
And loved watching the checker pick them up and scan them etc
He said
‘Oh to be simple minded...’
Lol!
But it’s like that...
Simply breathtaking!
The heartbreak of it all
Beauty moves through beauty as life
always being born and always dying...
The longing is super complete in itself.
I watch seekers
some no longer desperate
The meditating calms them and they love feeling like they are on a path and getting somewhere
As soon as a book is done they seek out another
Did I love it?
I loved copying the texts
I loved listening to talks
And when the ripping was happening and the pain was excruciating to the point that I felt like I might die...
I never tried to stop it
Somehow I knew it was going to be good
Lol
Didn’t know how good!
When it was all over and I was suspended as nothingness it was nothing to write home about
And when the fullness rushed in...
I realized here I was
Mostly like before
And that self was desire...
and that it was beautiful
a sublime emptiness
infused with a slip stream of longing
that seems to paint this echo land dream scape
of life loving life through these lips these ears these eyes
and these tears...
this throbbing is the blood of our aliveness
this ache of deep deep sorrow
of overwhelming joy and bliss
of grief
of love and love lost
dancing at midnight
weeping at dawn
laughing at my shadow
enthralled at the beauty the wondrousness of it all
it is what I am
having been to the edge of all and everything
losing it all
and gaining nothing
I returned
utterly naked
watching these feet that no one wears
these beautiful eyes through which no one sees
these sublime feelings
that no one feels
here, yet not
a gentle rain of constant awe
these liquid eyes
looking out
looking in
everyone I meet
is myself
I weep
your very flesh is embroidered with fire
your bones seared
branded with the kiss
of love's death
this flowing tapestry of desire
consumes you and spits you out
writes its name
in your chest
you longed for this union
ever since you could remember
but there were never two pieces to join
no words to remember
no syllables to repeat
no special postures or circumstances are required
for this conflagration of the known world
the demise of truth and meaning
and anyone who could have a world
anyone who could be confused or not
anyone who could cast her dreams into the midnight sun
and wait for a reply
...listen
it is only the echo of your beautiful aloneness
that sings your name so sweetly
love sings your name
and you answer
like this
I see you waltzing in loves embrace
in love as love through love
life kissing itself through your lips
seeing itself through your beautiful eyes
feeling its own aliveness
wondrous beyond compare
this flowing garment of broken hearted beauty
that no one wears
it is not yours
nor mine
but everyone's song
still water catches the moonlight
your radiance fills the night
no longer waiting for god
or a secret lover
to kiss you
to envelope you with a love
that will drown you
consume you
burn you
you have known this fire
it pierced every part
of your secret being
even your longing to be burned
even your longing for love
it left not even ashes
to blow away in the wind
no one could predict how much this would hurt
to have the hungry wolves of midnight
blacken all ideas of darkness
there were endless tears
and an eerie howling
such grief
such unbearable mourning
of your own demise
the end of all thingness
of everything and nothing
all handholds
all footholds
all lines
all points of reference
all slid into a dark without shadows
yet here you are
dancing
moonlight swooning though you
reflecting all and everything in your radiant tears
naked
boundless
yet a girl
a woman
singing of light and dark
and the spaciousness of flight
neither changing nor non changing...
neither moving nor non moving...
infinite spaciousness not separate from the named world of things...
there is no source, neither god nor emptiness nor pure awareness or consciousness...
there are no two nor many nor one nor none...
neither this nor that nor both nor neither...
there are no reference points whatsoever, yet here we are talking about nothing at all, which has no words, which includes all words...
even nothing and emptiness seem like things when named...
even love seems like a thing...
there is no getting out of this flowing cage of words as we are it...
there is no outside to the objectified dream of separation as outside and inside, like all this and that, are mental fabrications, like you and me....
however, the spider web of words can become transparent, and the knowing feeling of seamless edgeless-ness can become obvious always...
this truly cannot be caught by the razor of thought and words...
yet love seems to work just fine
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