slowly slowly
soft breath of evening
elegantly caresses
autumn slumber
spills its gold
gently gently
onto the garden path
graceful curve
of summer into fall
where are September's skies?
boundless ocean
spills into itself
love sweeps shadows
into light
and light
into dark
erases the lines
between sea and sky
between never and forever
between you and me
pours echoes of dreams
that no one dreamt
into itself
through these hands
that could never catch the moon
through these lips
that could never kiss the sun
through these tears
that could never fill this sea of dreams
that they were never separate from
from that first starlit night
when I saw my shadow
flowing in front of me
I wandered the desert dream
looking for what I knew not
at the edge of moonlight
I saw my reflection in the mist
that seemed to obscure the vast vast emptiness
that I feared
and longed for
no one fell over the edge
and plummeted to her demise
no one returned
to the land of endless echoes
to sing of love's demise
and the unutterable beauty
of love
I go outside to feed the doves
and find their feathers scattered
forgotten love songs
remnants of dreams
of flying
like vague and familiar faces flowing
in clouds painted with dawn's light
they cannot hold the stories they tell
summer's last breath of downy feathers
kisses my neck
morning sun bows to its refection
twirls with its echo in the garden ponds
I spy the shy birds looking down at me
from the high wires
trapeze artists
swoop and swirl
incise the sky
my story
writes itself with disappearing ink
love
its trembling heart
cannot be captured
and why would you want to
hold beauty?
your hand would hide it!
beauty requires your eyes
to see itself
just as I need your eyes
to see mine
And you are so beautiful
I love you
I am you
And there is no me
Nor you
Nor love
But
Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....
This radiant love
Overwhelming
All encompassing
Intimately infinitely
Joy overflowing
Cascading through itself
Bursting blooming infinitely exploding
Petals of wonder
Un-contained
Un-graspable
Boundless spaciousness
Without space
Yet even this
Is not
Nothing has happened
Nothing will happen
Nothing can be happening now
As there are no things
Not even nothing
Nothing ever is
You cannot step away from this
As there is no outside
And no one to find it
I was the looking for an echo of a memory that could not be found
Or articulated
When it was realized
That there was no one looking
And nothing to find
No one to realize this unfathomable emptiness
No sides no middle no beginning nor end
Always blooming and wilting
Without ever being
Or not being
...joy sorrow wonder love
All ideas of being
And not
Fell through the looking glass
Fell through time
And timelessness
Fell through meaning
And non meaning
If I could pour all this unutterable joy into a glass for you to drink it...
You would fall through your reflection and explode into infinite love
Which you already are
Except there is no one to be this love
Or wear it’s multicolored dream coat
It’s all love
Beyond all ideas of love
no one walked backwards through these footsteps
erasing the path no one followed
no one wears these sensuous whirls and swirls on their fingertips
or watches them fade into the rippling
leaving not a wake nor tale
nor anyone to tell it
feet dissolve in midnight soaring
sunlight blossoms
kissing shadows into light
sky flowers into clouds
and there is no gathering their untamable beauty
nothing can be contained
there is no hand
nor heart
to gather the day
no one to sing the song
that you have felt quickening in your heart
since the morning you first tied your shoes
and joined the dance
of forever and never
where time loses her shadow
and love is neither shy nor bold
but waits patiently on the dance floor
quietly slipping off your shoes
as you plummet through the dance floor
and dissolve into
liquid sky
Everyone I see I want to stroke their cheek or hug them
everyone I see I want to tell them how beautiful they are
and how much I love them
but I've learned how to hide this love
that is not mine
nor yours
has no name
nor non name
Sigh
Tears
......shhhhhhhhhhhhh
I love you
I am you
and we are not
nor is love
we are but an echo's kiss
swooning into itself
how soft the wind sighs
as it listens to its own song
sung by no one
sung by everyone
can you feel your lips moving?
can you hear love singing?
can you feel your heart beating madly in love
with love?
no one wears the colors of autumn
slowly
slowly
falling
no one weaves this carpet of dusk
slowly
slowly
fading
wind spins the fabric of wind
streaming soaring
sky falls gently into sky
light pirouettes with light
space is a shadow's dream
pouring though itself
leaving not a kiss
or rainbow
beauty sings of beauty
but can never find the words
or a melody
all words
and silence
are its song
all is perfect harmony
a pure tone
exploding
and imploding
simultaneously
without time
or non time
falling through infinite overtones
and undertones
of color and hue
and all the colors we hear birds and butterflies can see
flowers sing
but do not know their names
hummingbirds know not their beauty
nor do they know anything of flight
love and beauty are our stories
you can hear the ancient song of seas
it is your breath
your blood flowing
your heartbeat is the
waves pounding endless shores
love streams into the ocean
it never left
all is ocean
there are no waves
there is no wetness
there is no ocean
light cascades down the canyon
spills through my naked heart
...beating
light and dark is the rhythm of the universe
here and there
you and me
love
and love lost
this heart was never mine
love has no sides
nor center
it spins itself
and unravels
without time
or place
or emptiness
or fullness
nor all of these
nor none of these
words are the woof and warp
that seem to entwine scraps of sky
into a passion play of clear days
and stormy nights
of moon
and no moon
a dance of sound and silence
...but you know there was never a never
or a forever...
or a place to rest your weary heart
wind brushes through stillness
painting itself with falling leaves
this cricket song may be the last
or first
you ever hear
The song of ancient galaxies
Ripped through my heart
Tearing my hands
From winds
They never held
Rush of silence taps on the window
I watch my reflection fade into light
My head blossoms into infinite stars
Slicing night and day into ribbons of sky
Diamonds cascade through rivers of sunlight
Sparkling hymns of color dance
Listen to the song of the universe
Rippling through the autumn leaves
Wind pours her shadow into a song of night
No words can play the song inside your heart
In the deepest darkest corners
Silence sings your name
Never the same
Always the same
You can never know this love
As there is nothing other
You can never sing the song
That sings you
Consonants form your tongue and teeth
Vowels move your lips
Into this very kiss
...and when all hope dissolves
wind sighs into itself
reclines into the softness
of this ever emerging
ever dissolving
softness
darkness sings hymns to the absent moon
moon slides through the other side of night
behind the mirror
there is no one looking
no one singing
of shattered glass
shards of endless reflections
falling
falling
star showers
gracefully pierce the sky
leaving no footprint
nor echo
nor stillness
in the glass
you held tightly
as your fingers let go
of the known world
you watch your image fade
drinking deeply
this bottomless treasure
that drinks you
intoxicated with sublime emptiness
shimmering iridescence dances on the rim of your glass
falling
falling
falling
echoes of echoes have no source nor anywhere to travel
sailing through all ideas of solidity ...without direction
landing nowhere
neither lost
nor found
rippling through the sea of dreams
drunken moon descends
without ears you can hear her silence howling
sliding wordlessly into her shimmering reflection
she kisses the horizon
undoing the laces of night
breaking the sound barrier between night and day
she wore your nakedness
a cloak of echoes
jewels of unsigned tears
adorned her brilliance
or was it your fire
that burnt itself
in the hearth
the pyre
of love
ropes of wind braid the sunrise
tresses of oranges and reds flow through your face
anoint your waiting
with promises
that can never be kept
of a new day
another night...
the wedding ring slides off your finger
spinning a dream of yesterday
where someone was lost
and someone was found
ascending on moon's silver wings
your reflection plummeted back into the sun
as it swallowed the earth
and every trace of your footsteps
you could never track
it was the wetness
that led you here
standing on the edge of everything
and nothing
one foot on the fading horizon
one foot whooshing with the tides
out
in
out
in
directionless
homeless
perfection
and when there are no words... there is not even nothing
love soars through winged sky
intoxicated
with the perfume of her own demise
rising again
through flames and ashes
where light and dark meet
love spins the fabric of the universe
sound and silence
and colors dance
behind your eyes
into this passion play of love
and love lost
in this fairy tale
wondrous beyond words
love drowns in her own drunkenness
as sky dissolves into sky
feathers falling
falling
falling
falling
Last crow
In love with his silhouette
Moon sings hymns to the night
Silver shadows slide up the mountain
Oceans spill through your eyes
Liquid songs reverberate your
Trembling reflection
Trembling reflection
Into a dream
Forgotten
suspended
without place
Or time
Poems written with morning sky
Hang from shadows
Poems written with morning sky
Hang from shadows
Descending
Plunge into the sea of words
We are shimmering echoes
Memories of memories
Swimming in the summer sun
Swimming in the summer sun
is the bird song less beautiful when you cannot find her
...or more?
how to measure beauty
when the beauty is this unknowing
which cannot be found
or lost?
all solidity is imagined
including the wearer of the hands
that would hold it
and the owner of the heart
that longs for it
breathing
silently
all the world sings
you do not have to strain to hear
the aliveness pouring through your heart
coming from everywhere
and no where
there is no source to this flowing
which neither dances
nor sings
without you
this need not and cannot be known
or touched
or gathered into bouquet of tangle-weeds
or placed inside your crumbling footsteps
you cannot step apart from it
or enter it
it cannot be divided
as it has no edges
nor center
nor any qualities at all
how marvelous that love is not a thing
that can be owned
or gathered
it is unknowable
yet is known deeply
when all ideas of love
explode
no one walks along the path of no tomorrow
wandering through the garden
I can hear the finches
among the tangling bushes
and the trees
so tall
their branches seem to hold the sky
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