Ocean of love

does the dove delight in her early morning splendor?

what aches for the evening sea?

where is the map to this never ending treasure?

what spins fairy tales of a never arising next?

where is the path from everywhere to no where?

what is the taste of no tomorrow?

what happens when all signposts are lost

empty footprints fill with tear light

flood the horizon

sea falls into sky

erases all safe harbors

and anyone to land

you feel it on your breath

the song of empty moonlight

bathing forgotten dreams

with a tender forgotten melody

all words have been lost in the imaginary divide

the abyss which has no sides

love a most beautiful word

signifying nothing

signifying everything

this dream ballet that has no dreamer

softly

softly

murmurs

this is it

and you weep

and you weep

and you weep

this is the treasure

that was never lost

nor found

it was the looking for it

and the knowing that it can never be captured

love slides into love

like this

like this

like this

Wing-ed waves of moonlight 

Surf the ocean breeze

Soar through my heart

...beating still

Anointing every ripple

With an unknown perfection 

Is this kiss

Of light 

Sliding though itself

It’s my eyes that paint the night 

With echoes of shine and shadow 

Memories twist and twirl 

And twine threads

Of ancient echoes

As the fabric of the universe 

Unwinds itself 

Tattered moonlight dreams

Scatter their reflection into wind 

Wind is born of thought

As is the midnight sea...

This fairytale gathers all words

Into a blooming cascading vine

Petals fall into rivers of reflections 

Swirling colors hide in silence

And emerge in the singing of them 

The ship I sailed into the horizon 

Lost the wind and her rudder and all directions

Capsizing all ideas of light and dark

All solidity tumbled down the rocky cliffs 

Collapsing into the fathomless ocean

Falling 

Falling

Falling 

Through the depths that time forgot

Ever lost 

Ever found 

This sea dream

That sings songs of you and me...

And love

And love lost 

We are love’s echo

You can hear her song in the wind

And moon light skimming the ocean 

And the saltiness of your tears

Inseparable from the sea

I am a soaring river of shell light

pouring into endless seas 

there is no language the ocean does not speak

strange yet familiar sounds reverberate in our hearts

thunder of the surf echoes our names

it is the same name

written with water in water

we are the moon's reflection

shimmering on the waves

on the tallest mountains there are shells

transparent is the night that hides in the day

moon waits to shine in your eyes

she has no existence with out you

nor do I

how can beauty speak of its own beauty?

and why should love sing?

yet it does

always

it is bubbling up from hidden springs

and falling in summer storms

rushing into whirlpools where rare birds perch

...winds singing of the coming winter

light dancing on mountain streams

wandering through long grasses of the highest meadows

plunging down the canyon 

tall trees bending over bends and eddies

kissing their reflections in the shimmering 

waters sliding into the long hot desert

where the sun drinks deeply

and mirages pull you in to their magic

as you disappear into the long wet roads

that never were

it sings in your deafening cry

of your ultimate aloneness

when love runs through your shadow

and pierces your heart

and you hurt more than you think you ever could

without actually dying

it is the overwhelming joy at finding love

and the deep deep despair and anguish 

of love’s demise 

in the serene silence of endless ocean

and the colors of morning

dancing on the edge of your glass

it is joy and sorrow and the beauty of life

filling you

emptying you 

an imaginary vessel

without sides

or a bottom

life drinks you

as you drink deeply

how can I sing of your unfathomable beauty

of this love

that sings itself

it is not hidden

your trembling tender heart

knows

what song lies in the hollow throat of the moon lilly

late in the evening

before she blooms 

...words of pale luminescence sliding into melodies?

or wild and colorful explosions of night?

is she trembling and shy

or eager to sing?

is she the song

or the singer?

or is this moonlight's dream

soaring through the echos of memory

vast wall-less halls of bejeweled reflections

reverberating the songs of night

falling through the daydream of time

and space

and the hush

that falls over the world

when the dream

falls through the dream

and leaves no one dreaming

and no one to awaken

This is a freedom beyond all ideas of freedom or bondage 

A love beyond all ideas of love...

Apparent separation seems to occur with every word 

Freedom 

A word 

Love 

A word 

Word

A word 

All words weaving a web of reflections 

Echoes spinning into echoes

Yet no source to this magic carpet weaving and unweaving itself...

No one soars though this vast unfathomable emptiness

Yet somehow it is intuited 

Without anyone to know it

Or see it..

Neither personal nor impersonal

Nor real nor unreal 

Nor true nor false...

Neither moving nor non moving the shimmering walls collapse... 

the banks of the river crumble as you slide down through your own footsteps you worked so hard to build...

And the river flows 

And the river flows...

Love requires imaginary sides

So we can dance 

Spontaneously naturally perfectly life does itself 

And looks and feels like anything at all...

Yet there really is no perfection nor imperfection...

As there are no things to be right or wrong 

Or in between 

There are no sides 

Nor middle 

To this wind ballet of wind 

In wind 

Sky pirouettes with sky

Light and dark fall through each other 

Never and forever collide...

There are no thoughts or feelings or actions... and no one to do them or think them or feel them...

Yet the passion play continues to paint itself 

A watercolor thought dream twirling light and sound 

and love...

When I say 

I love you 

You cannot find anyone there

Or here

Yet here we are...

I love you

Boundless ocean

Ripples bloom underwater

Flowering into infinite petals of light

Waves surf their reflections

Melt into this moon dance

Ni one can see

No one can touch 

No one can sing the sigh of the end of time

And what was never found or forgotten

Fathomless depths plunge into endless skies
An unborn silence sings your name

You can hear the song of the moon

Pooling where even shadows dare not hide

It is everywhere and no where

Sliding into and through you 

Erasing all notions of self and other...

As you dissolve into the wetness that you already are

peering into the throat of a flower

you can hear its silent song

the thunder of the universe blooms

into infinite petals

falling

through the delicate wetness of your eyes

a million suns explode

with every breath

as you dissolve into the brilliance

of light pouring into light

...where did you leave your shadow

when you waltzed with the stars?

the day dream of lack

spun into a daydream of perfection

emptying emptiness itself

into its falling echo

you can hear it

as it slides through your heart

it is the tears of everyone

of no one

it is the feeling of lack

it is the feeling of completion 

there is no one to be full

or empty

there are no edges 

or middle 

in this boundless light

shooting stars leave no footprint

on the sky

wetness dissolves into wetness

stunning 

the unspeakable beauty

of no thing

...of everything

where is the weeping

of the summer night?

I love you

and love requires imaginary separation... 

it is a beautiful illusion

we are this illusion

 thought seems to describe edges, and things, and people, and moments, and events, and these lines may feel to be solid and these things may seem to be real. 

but there are really just colors ...flowing... and sounds seemingly emerging 

...and all of it falling away as soon as they are perceived, as the perception is not separate from the perceiver... 

...a flowing dreamscape without a before or after, or any solidity at all... 

...even the word color seems to create things, like red and orange and that sunset that takes your breath away...

it is the longing to get this that seems to create the distance between a you and it... 

self is the belief and feeling of separation and the longing for other... for more for better for a never arising next... 

you can look around and find there is no edge to what is going on, no outside to what is going on...

yet all thought of other of better of more, of enlightenment simply is what is going on... 

there is no center to this swirling thought dream... 

no center can be found, as when we try to look inside there is nothing there... just more thought spinning tales of a person who is thinking... of a some one or thing who wears a mask... of an unchanging thing that has belief and feeling and who is watching that sunset, yet that feeling of a center (although it cannot be found) cannot be erased as even the looking for a non existent self seems to perpetuate the illusion of a look-er

this may feel hopeless because it is... no one gets this... it is already the case so it cannot be lost... or found... or created anew

softly 

softly

love is the dance

of golden leaves

trembling in the trees

brushed with winter's breath

floating echoes shimmer

it is my heart dancing

slowly 

slowly

tumbling down the canyon

pooling at my feet

swirling in the stream

love is its own expression

love holds no words

yet is all words

they mouth themselves

flow through these lips

these teeth

this tongue

this heart 

....they are not mine

nor yours

love is un-owned

un-encumbered

there are no boundaries

to love

or life

wind kisses wind

flowing through itself

reflections fall through reflections 

echoes of love surf the overtones of forgotten dreams

that were never born

nor die

melodies unsung

listen to their elegant unfolding

this silence

that sings itself

unhinges all corners

ceilings crumble

walls tumble

the very ground

collapses

into the sea of love

that has no center

nor direction

nor cause to be

without edges

love overflows 

wetness falls through wetness

in this deep deep kiss

life falls through its own echo

seamless love is known without knowing

how it is known

it needs no one to know it

or sing it

in love as love through love... love sings like this

ocean of love flows into itself 

edgeless seamless brilliance pours through its own reflection

echoes stream through the song of their own non existence

wetness dissolves into wetness

fingerprints lose their whirls and swirls

as they melt into this very touch

of one

of two

of many

of none

of a song sung by no one

a pas de deux of reverberations

like endless parentheses

spiraling ever outward

and inward

without end

or beginning

the dance that never was

leaves no footprints

as there is no dance floor

nor ground

on which to stand

there is no solidity at all

nor any feet to find it

without sound or silence

the hush disappears into itself

and leaves no ripples

no sign that it has ever been

or will be

memory floats lyrically on a breeze called time

but does not leave a kiss

on the banks of no tomorrow

sigh of moon

in love with its own beauty

sings your heart

into this very song

Lingering 

Aftertaste

Of sunset 

Breathes 

Caresses the night

With indelible shadows 

Moonlight drifts in autumn winds 

No one is clothed in reflections 

Newly naked trees adorned with stars 

Do not hold the sky 

Memory of cricket song 

Dreams the passing of time

No one stands at the edge of no tomorrow

No one is crushed by the weight of infinity 

Or falls into the abyss of unfathomable emptiness 

First crow

Silhouette of sky 

No horizon can be found 

There is no one looking 

backwards tumbling

rainbows laughing

echoes dancing

nautilus dream

slowly

slowly

time sinks to the bottom of its own reflection

one leaf

joins the ballet of wind

in wind

dance of golden

echoes tumble through left over skies

gently

gently

mirror

of rippling waters

rips apart this cloth of multi faceted light

my wings were feathered kisses of wind

and sun

no one knew how to fly

I was the longing to become the wind

when the wind blew away the imaginary sides

and found no middle to erase

I disappeared into the flowing

the banks eroded

crumbling the footfalls of all yesterdays

and a million tomorrows 

sometimes the river sees its own reflection

in your beautiful eyes

and there is weeping

tears are prisms

all is rainbow light magic

love flows into love