All the world sings

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

Into a dream

Forgotten

suspended 

without place

Or time

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

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