forest of sky

Mostly I’m silent
Love is better hidden 
Clothed in poetry

who is bathed in morning glow 
and the absence of morning?
a thousand mornings
infinite petals
blooming and wilting
are the clothes which no one wears

who wears the the shimmering leaves
as autumn shares its wonder?
no one wears the light
or hides in the dark

morning canyon breathes
the suck and push of tides
ocean's song
vast without feature
reflections of endless sky
echoes of memory reverberate
without a shore 
there is no place for the waves to land
no harbor for memory to gather
and swirl into the dream of you

beauty cannot hold the light
without words there are no seasons
there is no beginning
nor end
to this song
which cannot hold itself

sun rises behind the canyon walls
light and shadow seem to form images
clouds falling through
deep deep canyons
but like all this and that
it is a magic trick
a streaming thought dream
a story land of wonder
a love ballet
a constant union
of what was never apart

moonlight sighs 
In love with its own reflection 
Pours through our hearts 
And sings



dream of night and day
plays in the tides
in breath
out breath
crash on the beaches
of this shoreless ocean
the death of all tomorrows
resides in your heart
it is the love you long for and fear

such beauty in feeling so deeply
the longing
the fear...
the lines between joy and sorrow fall away
you and love
and the night
are imaginary 

night time sighs
falls through its own echo
dances with its own shadow
dissolves into this morning song


love burns even itself
leaves no ashes
to be caught in the winds of time
time lost its footprints
in the dream of never and forever

shadows leave no wake
light swallows all memory of light 
in this riot of love
there are no winners
no losers
a sublime sorrow
a tsunami of joy
an ever present ease
floods the dream
saturates the river
imaginary banks crumble
with every footfall
the dream of nothing
implodes
into the dream of love


This may feel like you’re going crazy 
Or like you’re dying 
It is very rare to see through the illusion of self 
Even more rare to see through the illusion of separation 
However as there never was a someone doing life 
Life continues much as before 
It is not a question of being able to flow along with the flow as there is nothing but the flow 
Heck
Yesterday I met some preachers 
And it was wonderful 
God lovers think I’m one too 
Lol 
Everyone seems wonderful 
Beautiful 
Easy to love 
When it is no longer believed or felt that there is any separation 
And that all imaginary characters are not the chooser of belief thought feeling or action 
Just a flowing thought dream 
Looking and feeling like anything at all


words slice up the sounds
of a language you have never heard
remembering the softness
of forgotten hearts
beating
together
apart
longing to hide
between the rocks of knowing
and the canyons of not knowing
waiting for an avalanche
of love
longing to be exposed
turned inside out
beyond words
beyond wordless-ness

there is no path
nor signs ahead
there is no before
or after
all the roadmaps have been shredded
the stars do not look familiar
the ground begins to crumble
earth swallows your feet
sky swoops down and consumes the rest
exquisite this pain
this loss of all and everything
even the hands 
the heart
that would grasp them

spider web outside my window
holds an early autumn leaf
dancing in the summer sun


darkness blossoms
thin thread of light beckons
there is no path to the edge of midnight

wings of light caress you
with a promise of tomorrow 
but it is all reflected light
pouring through you
anointing your heart
with a future love
that will never consume you
there is no one to kiss away the dark
and no one to greet the day

when the treasure you long for
is in your hands
in your heart
they will no longer be your hands
it was never your heart
never your love
this priceless gem was always here

can't you feel this wondrous aliveness?
it seems to come in various colors
pulsating
breathing in myriad forms
but it has no shape nor shapeless-ness
it is not moving nor non moving
it has no light 
nor darkness
it is an echo's dream
dancing with its own reflection



this river of tears is not a journey
no one leaves
no one returns
all paths collapse
all directions spin into meaningless beauty
stars on an unfamiliar planet
waves of light shimmer
on deserted beaches
the song of midnight swallows all words
day and night
light and dark
here and there
are lush and wondrous songs without substance

why did I seek the source of wetness
when tears were all around me
why did I wander past the wetlands
walking through reflections of heaven
looking for the end of sky?

the wings of sorrow and joy beat this heart
that was never mine
no one wears this river of tears
neither you nor me
it is all wetness
there is no center to this swirling dream scape
no edges to this love



I wandered the midnight garden
adrift in the scent of moon glow
I ransacked piles of last winters leaves
seeking ancient songs of spring

I longed to escape my skin
and replace my nakedness with starlight
but there was nothing underneath
to discard it

I searched the stars for guidance 
but all I found was fathomless beauty
the untold tales of millions
words of reflected light

gazing at the featureless ocean
I longed to be drowned in the sea of love
and endless sky
lost in the middle of an echo
I was pierced by love's heart magic
all sides collapsed
edgeless love sang
her song

there are no drops in the ocean
nor wetness
no empty beaches
to rest upon
no empty footsteps
to be wind blown into stardust
there was never any song 
but love


who sings with the voices of flowers?
is this radiance contained?
this explosion of life blossoming
that wilts just as it is heard?

is there a singer
or just the song
singing itself to sleep

light streams through its reflection 
drowns in the sea of dreams
waterfalls of echoes fall through ripples of sorrow and joy
it is all a love song
breathing
under water


moon glow
diamond back mountain
darkness melts into its own shadow
drenched in midnight
love swallows itself

vowels
round and lush
stream through the night
clouds absorb the remaining light
moon Lilly unfolds her wings
but cannot fly
cricket song of consonants
hides deep in the garden
I was a symphony of shadows
bleeding

sky kisses itself in the rippling stream
no one is lost in its echo
reflections have no source
yet they shimmer so
the world fell through my heart
eviscerating all ideas of love

I had tried to hold all the love songs in my chest
but it exploded into colors I had never seen
rainbows pour through me
this is not my heart singing
this is all hearts
breathing
wingless love songs
soar


first sun
shadows pour down the mountain
gather neath the brambles
cricket sings
last breath of night

moon Lilly wilts
dragonfly hovers
where is the sound of echoes
on a windless day


trying to erase the illusion of separation
is illusion
and perpetuates the painful belief in the illusion
unicity is already always on
and has no edges nor center
no time dimension or causality
no qualities or characteristics whatsoever 
it is not an it
and cannot and need not be made anew

this is not a conceptual knowing
as it is not a thing
or non thing
it is more of an intuited un-knowing
that subsumes all conventional knowing
this delicious unknowing 
cannot be found
you feel this
and long to find it
to capture it
to hold it
you are the longing for completion
for wholeness
but wholeness is already this
whatever it looks or feels like

longing for it 
is it

self is the feeling of lack
and the assumption of knowing
it is the seeking for completion, for wholeness 
and the belief that it can do or not do something to feel whole

the more knowledge we acquire
the more solid we feel 
...perhaps we won’t die! 
yet the more like statues we become...

stars skim the surface of mind
oceans drown in forest of sky
moonlight golden on the first leaves of autumn 
echoes of robin song
bathe the garden
daytime dream
bleeds into night