You are Moon glow without a moon

You are moonglow without a moon
Shimmering on the empty streets
Ricocheting down the canyon
An echo without sound

A song without a singer
A story without a writer
Without a pen or mark
Wind sings wind into this song
And blows itself away

Not here nor there
Nor everywhere
Nor nowhere
There is no heart to hold you
Nor heart that cannot

What is in every word
Uttered by the clouds
As they dissolve into sky
Dream castles crumbling
Homes where no one lived

Written with sky in sky
Wind in wind
Light in light
Space in space

The story unwrites itself...
When all words vanish
So do you


Swallowed by the dream of endless sky
Of diamond oceans
Sparkling in your eyes...

no one can know what it is like for another
not even their closest lover
we can never actually touch another
we are confined to the imaginary walls that define us
we are them

morning stretched her thin fingers into the canyon
her gossamer touch embraced the shadows
held every tree and branch
and leaf trembling in unseen winds
illuminating the hanging cliffs and deep crevices with her song

walking in wordless wonder
I spiraled through myself
and fell into this swoosh
of light
these eyes pirouetted among the flowers
held every petal
with lanterned grace
I became the waves of grasses
flowing through me

I tumbled lightly
through the sky
as sky swallowed itself
and dissolved all lines
the majesty of light
and dark
dissolved

my heart sank
like an ocean vessel
into fathomless depths of wonder
sea of diamonds
above
sea of diamonds
below
collided
infinite unparalleled spaciousness
consumed all and everything

floating world of love
sea of dreams
sings

You enter the dimly lit great hall and there is a beautiful woman or a man sitting on the podium 

maybe she is surrounded by flowers 

There is a soft light on her face and she looks so exceedingly serene, you want some of that calmness ....a wonderful feeling of love pours through you

The hushed voices begin to settle down as people get into their chairs and wait for the great moment when she begins to talk...

She tells you things that you have always longed to hear, that you are not these thoughts and emotions, that you are not this puny character full of ideas and the doer of harmful action, and the things that you feel that make you afflicted or broken....

You just know this has to be true! You ARE something special, something divine, something that is not thought feeling action and belief...

You begin to look for this true self or this thing which is unchanging that you know must be there! 

All the others share this longing and belief, so this group solidifies all of these ideas... that there is something under the mask, that there’s someone or thing unchanging which pretends to be a self or seems to wear the persona....

You buy her books and watch her videos, you’re trying to hypnotize yourself into this belief so you can feel that calmness she radiates that sereneness, this beautiful love that you think she has....

But it is your love and beauty that you see in her eyes.... and your belief that she has something you do not makes you feel more broken....  

You believe that she is enlightened and can give this to you....

She never challenges you, she just draws you further and further in to this hypnotic idea of enlightenment which you buy, you have no choice, as there is no one who has belief or ideas, you are belief and ideas

Yes, self is a mask but there is no one or thing that wears it.

Self is pretense but there is no one or thing pretending. 

You exist only as this imaginary character in an objectified dream of separate things and events and moments and time... and dimension and causality, and inside and outside.... there is no outside to this dream, you are it.

You are these beliefs ideas and preferences,  you are this illusion that no one has or makes.

You feel safe in her warm embrace, reading her books, listening to her videos, going to her meetings.... I could say that that is her purpose, to keep you safe, but I do not believe in purpose or non purpose, or meaning or not meaning....

Enlightenment and not enlightenment are simply more ideas more labels... more imaginary lines

Drawing your silhouette in sky with sky....

How beautiful you are with your wide teary-eyes, you are the clothes of belief in other better more and next.... no one wears them....

rose blossoms fall
softly softly
doves bring the morning
on their wings
wind sings through the trees
and dancing shadows

lace of spring
crochets light and shadow
tears fall
wet into wet
liquid light streams through this dance
awe adorns this shimmering mirage
young sunflowers heavy with dew
I am after images of diamonds
exploding into light

morning moon falls
over the canyon
mirrored light
emptied my pockets of shadows
love turned inside out
and wept at its own demise

reflections of the breath of nowhere
spun into mirrors dancing
ripped away deep deep darkness of fear
and hope
erased an image in a daydream
who was tied to slender shadows
awaiting the night

who stands in the doorway
of this house of echoes
there is no singer
yet I am this song


eyes of mirror moon
who owns the light?
who dances in deep dark shadows
flirting with the day?
it is only the song of the wind dancing
invisible in dark
and light

I am the breath of sunflowers turning
slowly
awaiting the dawn
I am the night hawk swooning
and the fireflies bleeding
into the morning



winds of light of dark of memory swirl
illuminating tales of moonlight dancing
of secrets whispered and never heard
or forgotten
long lost treasures wrapped in moon glow
shimmering in day in night in the lonely places in-between
mirages fall through their reflection
again and again
and lose their fragrance of solidity

swimming through a rainbow
waltzing with the after images of time
a kiss that love forgot
a touch that only silence can sing
this all pervasive thunder
roars
through the sky the sea the depths of the earth
and reverberate in my blood my bones in the beat of my heart

it is the song that sings these lips this tongue this mouth...
these very words into a flowing tapestry
of a girl a woman a songster a poet
a lover...
as she falls through her own sky like reflection
words fall through words and not even nothing is left
just a wisp of memory
of a ripple of empty space swooning though itself

words are empty
yet sing this magnificent world into being
space is empty yet is part of the dance of empty-full
empty is empty
and we cannot conceive of that
which is not a that

it feels like loving someone and the missing of them is the same... 

my heart aches with the unutterable beauty of everyone I see... 

you move me twirl me into a love dance that cannot help but sing of the hugeness, the enormity, the explosion of light into light...

that forms me, dances me, this unbearable wondrousness that has no words, that is all words....

no one seeks, no one follows, no one leads

no one becomes enlightened 

no one is endarkened

no one dances with the wind

or sings these songs of freedom beyond freedom

of love beyond love

of a beyond which has no beyond

or before 

or after

we are all characters in a passion play that writes itself 

swirling collage of beliefs and preferences 

of memory and thoughts of a never arising next... 

no one has memory 

we are less substantial than the stories lovers tell

of stars strewn across the night time sky that seem to form creatures with arrows shooting the sun

of cloud castles shimmering on the beaches of endless tomorrows...

birds seem to sing,

but that is the story of us singing...

trees seem to dance in the wind,

but that is a beautiful love story of skies and seas and long rivers flowing into an edgeless sea...

I am a flowing thought dream

and that is yet another story painting the dream of I am

when nothing is believed, there is not even nothing left

just this love dance

of one of two of many of none

twirling echoing streaming down the canyon of winds

just like this it whispers our names and we appear

bedazzled by each others magic

without each other we have no imaginary lines

I am the loving of you

and I love you for that

Seekers are the belief and longing for other better more and next

 and there is none

Moon beckons as it fades in the dawn 

No path leads to night 

I lay in the long summer grasses 

They wave moon-song into day 

Intricate fluid transparency soars 

Light and shadow and infinite hue

Colors streaming swirling dancing 

Hovering between the dream and the real

This obvious seamless song is composed of echoes 

They sing your name and you remember 

This lostness 

That was never lost 

That no one forgot 

In this timeless heartbeat 

That has no pause 

Yet is the hush 

The silence 

The love 

You

maw of desire

gnawed the marrow of my heart

drank my blood

consumed with fire

every secret place

I tried to hide

and my naked bones cried out

as I lie awake all night

on a bed of nails

losing everything

finding it was nothing

that I was nothing

more or less than a flowing thought dream

less substantial than the colors in a rainbow fading into sky 

rivers sing of their own wetness

their rippling beauty weeps

like this I sing

where is the world you are losing?

was it ever?

were you ever?

whose hand holds the sunrise

as it slides into day

whose tears slide down these cheeks

whose words slide through these lips

whose lips kiss this song into a world?

not mine

nor yours

we are this dream singing itself

vowels reverberate in your heart

your mouth moves

I hear a love song

it is impossible to fall out of this love

this enchantment that you are

that we are

alone

together

thoughts are about things, and there are none.... thought even seems to create things called thoughts

I am tattooed with scars of love's beautiful arrows 

her blades ripped apart all ideas of love

shine and shadow and moonbeams 

like ancient mists 

burned in the penetrating brilliance of a thousand suns

the pain could not be hidden under a smile

or tears

or swept under the carpet

I wore it

until it was me

swirling cascades of swiftly moving daydreams

poured through this river of tears

of sorrow

of joy

of love

until the river flowed through itself

and all that was left was a memory of wetness

drying 

like waking up when I was small

my head on a tear stained pillow 

wondering why I had been crying

I woke up to this new dawn

the tears have never stopped

this imaginary world is a river of tears

of sorrow

of joy

of love

no one wears this heart of broken shadows

or dances in this love light

it is love itself

waltzing with itself

love a word

like you

like me

I am all words 

of ancient voices

and songs yet to come

the echo of primordial dreamscapes

dancing in their own light

we are but echoes

basking in each others reflections

there is no primal voice

or words

other than these words

sung by no one

sung by everyone

I love you

the most beautiful words

cannot capture this love

you know that

yet these words are all we have

we are them

Thought is a word that seems to create things called thoughts.

Word is a word that seems to create things called words.

Thing is a word that seems to create things.

What is not a what?

All separation, all imaginary lines, or seams between things, and the things themselves are seemed.

I could say that nothing is true, not even the idea of truth,

but that would be simply another idea of knowing, 

of imaginary solidity,

of a person with a ground to stand on.

Self is the assumption of knowing.

Here there is no feeling of knowing,

it's more like a delicious unknowing. 

The knowing that there are no things to know,

and no one to know, is sublime.

At first this felt like, 'I am all this!"

Then it felt like, 'All this!'

Later it was .... 'Not even nothing...'

And I awoke in the dawn of empty shadows dancing across the surface of the shimmering mirrored sea... always only in your eyes is there any inkling that there is someone here, and although this love story is never believed, it is loved always.

The thought stream composed of shared learned words and concepts paints a worded world of mountains and skies and deep deep valleys where the sun kisses the cold rocky bottom only in the long long days of summer, and lovers dancing on the canyon rim lost in sunset's dream...

...watch how the dream paints itself!  isn't it amazing? 

Every word as I type it, seems to create these things, and time, and well, a me typing the story and a you in the middle of it.

But it is only a dream time story flowing along. Like a net thrown across a raging river, it will never catch the entire symphony of perception, which is infinite and edgeless and seamless, and even this description is beyond imagination, yet seems to capture 'all this', and pin it down, when there are no actual things to capture, no one throwing the net and no one sitting on the edge of the river bank, watching the amazing display and holding your hand, and falling in love.

love softly folds itself into all the deepest places 

where I tried to hide,

and unfolded my dark

and light

into a ballet of spinning shine and shadow

consuming each other

this heartbreakingly beautiful dance

from everywhere and nowhere 

pierced me caressed me from the inside and out

my brilliance drank itself

extinguished

in love's pyre

not even ashes were left

for the wind to scatter

no hollow bones to hunger

no teeth to gnaw

no voice to howl at the night

no one to walk the deep dark places in between

where not even nothing is found

or lost

rainbows had washed through me

and I dissolved into sky

like clouds sailing over the canyon walls

until only seamless blue seems to be cradled in the cliffs...

then the canyon collapsed

the very ground fell through itself...

light spilled into light

and space poured into space

not even emptiness could fill

and a song was heard from across the distance less distance

it was an echo of a love song

my love song

my voice

my words

my tears 

yet never mine

it is the voices of everyone

the song of no-one 

reverberating in this choir of humanity 

weeping

laughing

wondering at the mystery and majesty of love

welcome home 

the voice said

I love you

and I wept

tears flowing freely 

for everyone 

for no one

for every reason

for no reason

I am the hush before morning

the song of the dark 

and the swoon of first light

the window reflecting the steam of my tea

rising twisting curling

disappearing in the dark

only a wallpaper face remains

there is no one to claim it

cloud scattered moonlight 

bathes the flowered carpet

roses cascading in the garden

hide

waterfall of words

paint the night with light and shadow

suggest deep dark secrets

pockets of unknown

unseen transparency 

a palpable flesh of mystery

longing to be discovered

where is the veil to look behind?

who would gaze though a mirror

with imaginary sides?

what penetrates the dark

when darkness is a dream?

Unbearably beautiful 

This light 

This all consuming light 

that poured through its reflection

Ripped apart time 

And space

Showering infinite shards with razor fine edges through the known universe 

and slashed through my skin 

Ripped out my heart

Pierced love’s magic

Revealed the marrow of loneliness

Fanned the flame of hope and fear

Joy and sorrow 

You and me

And burned all light and shadow in love’s beautiful pyre 

Until there were no bones or flesh to bleed

No world to dismantle

No wind to blow away 

The memory of my ashes

The last cinders dissolved

All illusion vanished 

The very vanishing erased itself

And what can one say about the emptiness of empty?

All words paint the dream of separation

It is these songs that sing me into this lover’s dream

We are merely streaming shadows dancing with ourselves across the canyon walls...

Like this she said 

like this

Here is your fullness

Here is your emptiness 

Here is your birth and death

Here is the love you longed for

Basking in the summer sun

I watch the rich evening color 

Caress your beautiful face

And shimmer in your sublime tears

Kissed by sunlight

Kissed by moonlight

We exist only in this love ballet 

We are it 

I am this loving of you

It forms my in lines and my outlines

All imaginary lines are drawn with love’s caress 

Like lines drawn in water

With water 

We are love’s shadows fading in the morning sun  

Never separate

Always separate 

Held in the all embracing light of day 

And night 

And hands 

That have never held a thing

Not even nothing

Just this evening

These finches 

This cascade of falling shadows 

Burnt in the setting sun

night enfolds its blackness

into the dearth of light

darkness presses its lips upon the ground

the heat of day

smolders still...

reaching up through tangled grasses

the earth waits

as I once did

for the kiss of magic

of love's fire

to engulf me in her light

I could never have imagined 

how it would feel

to be burnt 

alive

until even death sounded better

this mourning of a thousand suns

my world dying

and no one to walk among the blackened embers

or greet the new day

that is always dawning

and setting 

with no lips to kiss it

to sing of this marvelous iridescence

this penetrating searing light

there is no dark

or light

after love has consumed you

there is no going back

there is no back

only a dream of dancing shadows

burning

it neither feels like everything is me or not me

all I can know is what is going on in my skull, 

and our worlds can never touch, 

yet there is no one to identify with 'all this'...

a seamless flow that has no edges nor source...