Surround sound of love

weeds climb crumbling statues
broken pedestals in the dirt
naked faces
bits of clouds
fall into their shadows
sky is never hidden in sky
I am dreams and memories forgotten
yellow blossoms falling

what is the name of this life this light this wondrous warmth
pouring through me as me
there is no name that the wind calls itself


When you realize that you and love are made up
There is no distance



waterfalls echo in the canyon
blossoms tumble
sky falls through your reflection
tendrils of emptiness climb into the air
untie the horizon
as the heartbeat of time
loses its rhythm
the vowels fall out
of the hymn
the angels sing
I love you
it is your own voice
your own caress
your own eyes
lose themselves
in, as, and through your own beauty






Not even utter emptiness exists
I find only an Unfathomable blankness
Neither a looked at
Nor a looker
Yet
How truly bittersweetly sublime that I can only see a shimmering reflection of my own beauty through your beautiful eyes...
It is like the gates of heaven opening
Love unfurled
Deep kisses from within and without
The erasing of all imaginary sides
And this dance
Of you
Of me
Of we
Of echoes sliding through this very song
Falling in love




This feeling of seamlessness is like love
There is a longing to share it
As I am love’s longing to love

I have become the love I longed for



long moon night
dreams itself
gate of clouds opens
wings of feathered moonlight paint
a directionless kiss of echoes
words flow down the sidewalk
and pool in silent shadows
gathering color and light
to sail into the dream
and alight on soundless shores
singing the chorus of you and me and we
falling in love through your eyes
this wondrous fairy tale
this passion play of watercolor dreams
this ballet of light and shadow
of day and night
and all things
swoons through this mind stream
painting time into a love song
that sings itself with every word
just like this says my heart
as it explodes and implodes
into itself


walking along this thin stretch of beach
footless
starlight reveals all is treasure
clouds do not veil even the faintest of hearts
I see love shimmering everywhere
the empty waters
glowing


This longing is most beautiful
It is who we are



moon pours though wind
and trees
pools on the sidewalk
flowing echoes
dance

I am reflections
a water color thought dream
painted on a river
with water
light flows through light
rippling dreams
memories of love
and love lost
seamless
joy and sorrow merged
there is no one to feel them
no one dances
no one leads or follows
no one here
or there
no self
no other
no this
nor that
no things
nor non things
how can I catch what has no edges or center
nor any substance at all
and sail its reflection into your heart
when it is mine


wind blows rain
sunlit tears
there is no glass
in this window



petals of moon fall through sky
through the lace of trees
through their patterns on your face
through your lips
your tongue
your heart
drops
into an ocean without end
or beginning
always ending
this song of love
always beginning
the song of you
as you fall into fathomless depths
liquid space flows through you
as you
wind sighs its name-less song
here, love whispers, there
there is no place
there is no time
there are no edges
no lines
no verses to recite
or remember
you are this soaring dream of memory
of love falling through love



shadow birds rise up the canyon walls
and disappear
watching the hawk
swoop and swirl
and spiral higher and higher
until I can no longer see him
such amazing vastness
within
without
wind flows through sky
sky flows through sky
dances in the tree tops
mirroring on the shimmering stream
sky pours over my feet
I am sky light reflection
a silhouette of echoes
dancing in the canyon
without a name there is no sky
nor wind
nor me



We are everyone’s stories tattered and falling apart and re weaving themselves into this sumptuous dream... woven with love’s memories
This edgeless fluid light tapestry of I am blossoms into the thousand petaled flower of we are
Continually blooming and fading
Always beginning
Always ending
Never beginning
Never ending
Time paints a mirror and you fall through
Along with your reflection
And time itself

I don’t get how one can live as emptiness overflowing ....
But it does take getting used to... at first I would look at people as I do
Loving them soooooo deeply
And men would think I wanted them
Women would turn away
I hide it now



In India they go around saying all is god
Yet if all is god why do they need to cleanse their sins?

Once it’s realized that life does itself, that there are no things or non things
No self
No other
No personal volition
That no imaginary character is the instigator of her thoughts feelings actions or beliefs.... the idea of sin
Lol
Tears
Yet most feel that their existence is somehow wrong
That their thoughts and feelings and actions should be different
And they spend their entire lives trying to change themselves

How wondrous to know that no one is broken
That the world is not broken...
that it’s all sublimely beautiful

Inter related is as far as the intellect can go

Liquid space 

Liquid light 

Liquid colors 

Flowing 

Without movement or non movement 

Edgeless centerless seamless indivisible.... all words seem to divide what is not a what

No solids no space no reference points whatsoever

Feels like love 

But unlike all ideas we had of love before

Knowing there is no you or other 

Is the end of lines 

Yet we need imaginary lines to touch 

To love

How wondrous this imaginary worded world where love kisses itself through our eyes  our lips our smiles our tears

The empty moon inside your heart 

Cannot hold light 

Nor shadow 

Dusk flowers in the shadowland 

Wind beats on these tattered shutters 

Dark cannot hide your emptiness 

Nor your tears

No form 

No emptiness 

No colors 

Dancing 

Yet

Just this 

Form

And light 

And 

Emptiness

Dancing 

No you

Nor me

Nor love

Dancing 

Yet 

Just this 

You 

And me 

And 

Love 

Dancing

We are reflections 

Woven from afterimages of memory 

Translucent day dreams flowing through light 

Time slid into its own shadow 

Love weeps

Hearing it’s echo in your voice 

There is no eternal self 

There is no self 

Or time

cloud floating

mountains

distance collapses

never and forever collide

love blossoms

petals fall

walking through forests of echoes

eyes ablaze

wonder abounds

solids fall into space

space dissolves

liquid light streaming

suspended as nothingness

and loving light and shadow

and colors 

dancing

surround sound of love

Was it the sunrise or the sunset that shattered your heart into infinite pieces of mirrored sky?

Or was it your own love that stole your reflection and hid it in the rainbow mists circling the moon....

Late that night it fell into endless sea...

And capsized all ideas of up

And down 

Joy

And sorrow 

Love

And love lost 

Nothing was gained 

Nothing was lost 

There were no sides to your reflection 

Nor middle...

There was nothing to remember 

Nothing to forget 

This liquid love dance 

Was all and everything 

And nothing at all

There is no distance

Tears light up this floating world
We find ourselves as reflections in each other’s eyes
And I do not exist outside of this love



Inner wing
Outer wing
There is no one soaring
I am the knowing/feeling of flight
sky collapses into itself
slip stream of love



A glimpse of what is not a what
Leaves you breathless
Dizzy...
Running for shelter
But there is none
Nor is there a void
No harbor can be found
There is no one to hide
Love an empty shell
Singing the song of vast rolling oceans
And ancient sands
And wind blown songs
Vast
Measureless
Directionless
Without time or space
Or emptiness

Heaven opened its wings
Love swallowed the world
And you
Skipping starlight across an edgeless sea
Unfathomably deep
Farther than distance itself
How far is love?

And the waves crashing
Light streams over our shoulders
From the smiley cat moon




What you’re talking about is not even unspeakable or a mystery or emptiness...
without thought there is not even anything
there is no before thought or outside of thought
It is the knowing feeling of no solidity of the emptiness of all thing-ness
It’s not even a void
it’s not even an it
Only through the thought stream made of shared learned words do things seemingly arise....



You are THIS VERY THOUGHT STREAM...
you are this flowing thought stream that names it self thought and names it’s self flowing
Without this imaginary separation there is no awareness of being aware
You are this fairy tale
The dream
That your brain creates

There is an un deniable indefinable aliveness that is inseparable from the flow of awareness/perception.

The dream of objectified separation is created by thought
All thingness is created by thought
All imaginary separation is mentally fabricated
You remain as a fairy tale
Who else ya gonna be
You are the fairy tale
As well as sun and dogs
Love and beauty
All made up



Words crochet night
Into this shadow dance of song
A cloak of moonlight seems
To hide your nakedness
Falls gently into a sweep of leaves
And wind
memory paints the dancer
And dance
Of day
Of night
Broken by light
And dark
Two words
Like you
And me
And wind pouring down the canyon
Can you hear it dancing in the autumn leaves
Playing in the street
With forgotten children
Laughing



I am Wind
Delicate and fierce
I am Windblown
Wind tenderly kissing wind
Through my eyes
And ears
And feathers
These winged
Wind songs
Soaring
The sound of ancient mountains
Falling
Of all hearts
Weeping
Of all smiles
Laughing
Of all eyes
Shining
Reflections
Without mirrors
Love recognizes itself
Through a sideways glance
In your eyes
Weeping at the beauty
Of beauty


Low slung train whistle
empty streets
Crows fly up




I am a river of song
of memories sliding down an empty street
of echoes of yesterday painted with moonlight
reverberating through closed doors and windows
through walls and ceilings and floors
through these castles made of thought
collapsing into this sea of dreams
where dancers dance through the long silver night
and see their reflection
touching
feeling their aliveness
in this love light streaming through each others eyes

where wind and shadows and light
pour through light
where joy and sorrow and love
pour through love
where wonder left her kiss upon your lips
as you mouthed the words to a song you have never sung
nor heard
but felt in every breath
in every heartbeat
in the depths of your being
where you were terrified to go
afraid of your own emptiness
and the emptiness of love

where even the longest night
and the longest day
cannot reach
the end of sky
of the belief in time
is the beginning
it is right here
the beginning of love

And my hands combed the night trying to trace the stars as they bloomed and dissolved in the beauty of their own echoes...

As my voice plummeted into a darkness without tears I heard a distant song that had never been veiled by darkness or light, or the plumes of morning brushing away my outstretched fingers 

Trembling at the kiss of light...

It was love that ripped the edges of emptiness 

Of shadows soaring through darkness 

And starlight falling through itself...

Of a vastness without number or name

Of an infinite beauty that swallowed all things 

The puppy dying on the sidewalk

And the drunken man weeping

And the wet hotness sliding down the face of the moon

I am reflections

Memories dissolving 

Facets of a spinning jewel that has no substance 

Not even light

Looking out looking in

The river of wet

In wet

Slides into a shoreless sea

Unfathomable depths collapse into a soundless sound

Where even sky can no longer see itself

Yet seems to shimmer just so

Poised on the banks of no tomorrow 

No one looks for her reflection

Yet she weeps 

The wave crashed into itself stunned by its own beauty

Winged lace of light falls gently through its own reflection

Through your fingertips starlight dances

Through your eyes love writes a million songs

Magic beyond magical

This waking dream of light and shadow

And color

Of wind soaring through its own flight 

This Dancing dream world

This love ballet 

That kisses you as you kiss it

Through these words

On the tip of your tongue

Deep in your belly 

deep in your heart

That has no center or edge 

They taste their own magnificence 

These vowels that hold no sound

These consonants that do not shatter the sky

But paint your unutterable beauty

A watercolor swirls through its own iridescence

Nothing can be said

But love 

The loss of meaning and non meaning and anyone to whom it could have significance...

Leaves no one to be free or bound

Freight train through my heart 

Rolling thunder of love 

Crashes all imaginary walls 

Into an atemporal kiss

Dissolving into itself 

Like this 

Says the ocean 

Wet in wet in wet in wet

The horizon untold itself from the story 

That wrote our lines 

Hung like yesterday’s moonbeams 

Never hidden by their own shadows

Light flows into light 

And I recognize your smile 

We are all basking in each other’s beautiful sunsets.

shimmering mountain shadows

sorrow of endless seas

rush of sun

on your iridescent wings

we fly between this wind song

and the breath of love

First crows 

Ancient temple chants 

Drift though the morning window 

Rhythm of the fan...

One dog barks 

What song is not magical?

Who could hold onto the night 

Or save the dawn until midnight? 

You are the song of day sliding into night

A reflection of moonlight on the shimmering sea

Light falling into light

A brush of wind sailing into wind 

Through your eyes 

The universe appears 

And love and beauty soar 

Rushing roaring fleeting flowing dancing 

I melt into your eyes 

When you realize that you and love are made up

There is no distance

I do not exist outside of this love

I am the loving of you
And I love that


sky above
sky below
the sound of clouds
flowering
dust devils swirl through my reflection
the road is a mirage
I dance



in these ancient winds
time lost its shadow
falling through a photograph
of wind



I say, ‘I love you’, knowing and feeling there is nothing here... nothing there...
Not even an infinite void, empty of space and time and emptiness itself...
Simply a baseless hologram of reflections of reflections, echoes of echoes singing this love song of you and me and we.



where is the gateway to endless sky?
where is the end to its reflection?
through mist and cloud and stormy nights
through moon shattered daydreams
collapsing on the mountain

through thunder rolling across the seas
and the scent of love pierced by lightening
through shadows pouring down the valley
night pools under tall trees
and falls into its own coolness

through false fronts on cloud castles
built of dreams of tomorrow
mirrored with tinfoil
and sun
glass melting
reflections falling
songs burst the walls of love
silence swoons
into itself

there is no end nor beginning
nor anyone to enter or leave
heaven was never split
into earth
and sky




he wore snapshots of sky
and gathered pictures of sea
he tried to pin songs
on his mirror
so that he may hear the ocean of sky

he tried to hold fistfuls of light
so that he may never lose the day
but hands open
hearts open
day fades
sky sings
and he falls through the words
once again
and disappears
into night
into sleep
where there are no words
nor him



and the crickets sang until the stones vibrated with night...
and the temple bells echoed across the moon bejeweled terrace of winds...
No one answers
No one calls
Yet my heart sings




night reaches out its arms
folding sea into sky
shadows tumble down the mountain
coalesce in the hush that consume
dreams of tomorrow and memories of yesterday
wrapped in the sleeping sea

how strange and beautiful that a heart can break
and not need repair
I am in love with this bittersweet melancholy
that kissed me
and left her calling card
it is my name I hear in this silence
that permeates all songs
echoes of midnight
daylight
break on the beach
and recede
waves of joy and sorrow
merge
and sunlight shimmers on your beautiful tears



distant as midnight moon
neither near nor far
love swallows empty flowers
color blooms in your mouth
as waves of falling leaves
reflect your sunset on endless seas

autumn bones upon the path
naked as the sound of sunlight
wings unfurl in the hollow glen
dissolve into sky

words fall apart into letters
into lines and squiggles
into vowels that have never held a sound
and consonants that have never blocked the sun
forming windows
side-less prisms
of ricocheting wonder

what color is all color
what color is the sound of moon



ancient poems slide down the sidewalk
blossoming
wilting
picked by no one
reflect the sunset
of no tomorrow
breathe a story
of echoes

pooling in deep shadows
words collide with time
and space
and your heart
explode through your eyes
your lips
your kiss

just an evening song
kissing you into itself
falling through a back beat
pausing to listen
there is nothing but silence
without you



I am this song
Kissed by wings of fire
Devoured by love
This river of thought
Sings itself
Just
Like
This
Words blossom and paint flowers
and endless sky reaching
Nowhere
Imaginary banks hold the current of desire
And crumble into words

A silhouette of wonder
Falls through itself
Through these tears
That remember me
A fallen leaf
Scoots across the sidewalk
Empty footfalls
Color the night

An echo of starlight
Gazes upon itself
Swooning through
A photograph of moon
Reflecting these waters
Laughing
Weeping
Tears fall in love
With wetness itself
Love falls in love
With love
Through these eyes
Through these words
This river of song
That sings me

There are no things to come or go
No things to hold onto
And no one to do so



love exists only in this mentally fabricated world...
and I am the loving of you

That’s how I find myself
As a reflection in your eyes
We exist only in the imaginary spaces Inbetween imaginary things
All lines are drawn by words

Knowing and feeling all thingness is imaginary feels like love
At first I called it
‘Falling through the cage of words’
Then I discovered I was the cage
It had merely become transparent...
the FEELING of separation had disappeared



Leaves and wind dance
They are not separate
No one leads and no one follows
The music is in your mind
As well as the dance
wind ballet falls through itself
Leaves no footprint
In wind

Cool mountain shadows stream down the long canyon
The fishermen look up
Silvery stream
Disappears

A fish
A leaf
A whirlpool of echoes


Morning sings me
It feels like a love song
Painting echoes with sky
On endless skies...
Tears
Flow into the river
Greet their own saltiness in the sea




Is there night under day?
Day under night?
Afternoon rain
Autumn wind
Falling stars
under the clouds
Petals on the sidewalk


Love is an idea
Like you
when that is truly realized
That all thingness is made up
not much can be said
yet I am the singing of it



Meaning...
Non meaning...
All those ideas are like old black and white movies... running in an empty theater
We are overtones and undertones... afterimages of a love dream
Blooming
Wilting
There is no hand to pick this flowering
The coming sunset paints your hands
Your beautiful face
Slides across and off the glass...
Time wrote your name on the river
Kissed love into your eyes
Your reflection drowned in its own wetness
Subsumed by your unutterable beauty
And emptiness

Life is always the first and last kiss
Feels like love kissing itself
Through these very lips
Seeing itself
Through these very eyes
Singing itself
Through this love song
That sings us
Like this



cloud flowers bloom and fade
afterimages flow into shadows
dusk reveals
fireflies
starlight
shimmering waters
reflect love's echo
it is never hidden
hanging in midnight garden
suspended in long moon night
cutting the roots of light and dark
pouring into the deepest abyss
stillness breaks
love grows
love falls
sweet breath of morning
I swoon into your smile



Leaves fall into the stream
Memories swirl into midnight
Looking in
Looking out
Nothing but wetness

Wind falls into the stream
Falls through itself
I am these words
Mystery
A fallen shadow
Unknown
A rusted Tin soldier
Unfathomable
Yet another cast aside toy
Lost in the dark
Where I once stumbled
Looking for my footfalls
Aching for this silence
That could not hear itself

Tears cannot taste themselves
I find myself in your eyes
Deep deep rivers
Pour wetness into wetness
Whirlpools of echoes drown
Endless skies
Edgeless seas
The horizon weeps
In your heart
In your smile
In these words
That sing us
In love as love through love



mountain
its only name
no one looks in the guidebook
for a path
to its ancient rounded summit

lost in mist
and meandering clouds
no one wanders
or weeps
yet tears reflect the beauty
of this mountain song

through our eyes
love falls in love with itself
memories of mountains
and trees
and endless skies
we are these waterfalls of love
this dream of dreaming
flowing through itself
through these words
through this stream of thought
we seem to appear
knowing there are no mountains
nor you nor me to climb them
nor love to sweep us out of the dream of separation
yet we live and love
and watch the noon time sun burn the mist
off its naked peak

sublime this love
of bittersweet sorrow
this path of echoes that no one wanders
sings our names
tumbling mountain stream




Inner wing
Outer wing
There is no one soaring
I am the knowing/feeling of flight
Sky collapses into itself
Slip stream of love



Some belief remains
Yet there is no feeling of a believer

No thinker feeler doer...
just an unknowable unknown and a streaming thought stream seemingly creating all this and that and love...

and I am this river of song... of shared learned words.... painting this wondrous imaginary world and someone to have one
As substantial as an echo of an echo painted with forgotten melodies... that no one ever heard or sang....
a ballet of shadows in the dark...
of clouds soaring across a white winter sky.... 

Tears light up this floating world

We find ourselves as reflections in each other’s eyes

And I do not exist outside of this love