Shimmering Liquid Sky

Deep rain
Deep earth
Deep night

Anointed with sparrow song
Sky grows
Pushes itself from earth
But never leaves the horizon’s kiss

In the year before the shift
Deep deep sorrow fell into
Overarching joy
And joy fell into sorrow

All merged into this seamless ache of beauty
That seems to sing me

Hell fell into heaven
Heaven into hell

Sea into sky
Sky into sea

Me into you
You into me

We are imaginary membranes
Separating light from light
Space from space
Love from
love




last filagree of cloud
dissolves in moonlight's gaze
looking out
looking in
where is the sunshine in last night's dream?

budding rosebush heavy with rain
slowly dripping
reds
into the greening
she holds a chorus of moonbeams in her shadow
as night drowns in the thinnest of dawns

in this window of reflections
I soar
suspended between inside and outside
a dream of drifting colors
sliding through rainbows
this vibrant bursting aliveness
has no source
other than itself




vault of stars
buried in clouds
time lost her empty hands
finding nothing to measure them

without sound
or silence
light sleeps
under the bones of night

first robin paints the morning dreamscape
bleeds into a darkness without edges
or lines

echoes fill the vastness of unknowing
spilling memory into her costume
the day begins


loving indifference....
there is caring yet no weight on an outcome... for example, I care about my dad, but there is no worry... no feeling that he should be healthy.... or live a long life.... or should be happy... but there is caring....
loving indifference ....




I am a fluid portrait
a gallery of all I have met on this lonely road
stories unique and familiar
petals on a river
glow in shimmering sunset
tales of sorrow
and joy
swirling galaxies echoing
in the chambers of my heart

a slipstream of ancient tides
pour tales of love
and love lost
into a flowing tapestry of song

precious threads of memory
sing a travelers tale
her feet are the feet of all who ever wandered the desert dream
looking for love...
or what they knew not
....something to glue life together
a key to unlock the door
crumble the wall
they feel separates them from life
trying to tear down the barrier of fear
and longing

and I sing
and I sing
and I sing
and weep

you are the imaginary membrane
a delicate shimmering transparency
between love
and nothing at all
iridescent
rainbows
falling

life tastes itself through your sensitive lips
sees itself through the wetness of your eyes
your tears
are love's signature
as life
falls through life
leaving no trail to follow
the ground has already collapsed
memory paints the dance floor
and the dancers

there is no way out of this delicious
broken hearted beauty
that we are
no way to know this love
as we are it




in the echo of winter moon
cherry blossoms falling

chorus of finch song pierces the darkness
chorus of memory paints the morning
the garden is adorned in shimmering gossamer
we are endlessly faceted center-less jewels
a flowing web of shimmering reflections

tides of summers
past
and future
tug your heart strings
open the floodgates of unknowing
pour you into a tsunami of ocean song

you are a scintillating voice
unique and beautiful
our stories twist and twine and carpet the day dream
spiraling galaxies explode and implode
and fall into each other
in this love song that sings itself
there are no others
yet here we are
falling in love



wisteria flood my garden wall
love pours through this edgeless heart
the treasure of moonlight is never lost
nor found

memory's kiss paints this unspeakable love
not lost
nor found

in the garden of dreams
we sleep
and awaken
the scent of starlight
in our eyes



bones of night
break the earth
into a bower
of
sky

song of endless sea
sinks your edgeless heart
sails dissolve
into wind
into wind
into
wind

we are poems written with sky
in
sky
songs have no weight
nor substance

love is not a sailing ship
soaring from me to you
we are a ship of dreams
on an endless ocean
we are love
soaring
in an edgeless sea of love

last cherry blossoms

adorn the wind

I am an empty river

pouring through you

sunset fades on the mountain

under the darkening

a neighbor's cat

gently

gently

dawn sighs

kisses the echo of moon

softly

softly

wind sings

leaf tips begin to quiver

necklace of light

pours through the canopy

memory paints the dreaming

of a young girl

twirling under the willow tree

laughing at the utter

softness

of light

adrift in gleaming shadows

lost in the shimmering beauty

of unknowing

she left and became an empty dress

silently mouthing the words

years and years and

years

of empty sun showers

waited for her return

she was swallowed by her longing

to return to the dance

she had never left

her fairy tale of wandering

circled around

and

around

the spinning seemed to hold a center

that suddenly exploded

and

imploded

into galaxies of wonder

the girl that fell from earth

fell through heaven

and hell

and arrived

nowhere

and everywhere

you can hear her emerge in the singing

of nothing

of everything

light

fell

into light

tears

into tears

love

into

love

It is the belief in separation which you don't have, but which seems to create a you separate from what ever seems to appear, including thought and feeling and a never arising next. As you are this belief you cannot change it or get rid of it.... you are an imaginary character in a worded world composed of separate things and events... 

As soon as one word, or concept is learned there is a feeling of a thing called 'tree' and all that is not tree, including a you.... and so on with all learned shared words which paint the shared dream of separation. Thought, composed of these words tells the story of a you and thought, of a you and feeling, ...memory is thought flowing painting a dream of a past, and a you somewhere in a non existent future... constant thought is required to create and maintain the self... when thought disappears all things, including a thinker, disappear.

Thought is like a net of razors seemingly separating the perceptual symphony and its inseparable recognition into separate things and events... and this description tells the story, first ....of perception and awareness of it... every word seemingly splitting up what has no actual division and what is not a thing, or a non thing.

softly

softly

sun showers

weeping

I am the loss of a night

no one had

and a dawn

that was never seen

...a love that was never told

or heard

across the great divide

between you

and me

I am this great ache to touch you

knowing we can never touch

this longing to sing

...sings me

yesterday's sun

cannot warm you

memory of light

illuminates today

where is tomorrow but in yesterday's sun showers

raining in the pale moon rising

falling into the sea of unknowing

we are the shimmering of boundless oceans

pouring through infinite iterations 

of this thought dream

that sings us

dances us...

falling through each others footsteps

sharing the stories

that we are

shallow wind skirts the spring grasses

pouring yellows and greens and

cascades of sunlight through my eyes

wild eyed moon waits

on the other side of dawn

mournful songs of winters past

and winters to come

fill my eyes with tears

and wonder

that love can flood the desert

with sudden blooms of summer

ahhhhhhhhh....

this tender heart

no longer mine

is no longer buried in dreams of forever

sunset

paints our tears

with unbound beauty

I am this flowing love song

letters written and cast aside

...found again...

tattered and

ripped

into bits of sound

and silence

and crumpled moonlight

scattered into stars

lost again in the vault of sky

I begin and end with every word

that no one speaks

or hears

it was the searching for my name

in every bouquet of this sumptuous love song

that hid the light and

left only shadows

to bloom

first light

no finches at the feeder

I can hear their whistling calls

tangled in the roses

one morning dove

atop the telephone pole by my window

sings the song of my childhood

morning arises as easily as this thought stream

that paints it

what flows through these words

without sound

without silence?

what flows through this dreamscape

without light

without dark?

what is the essence of this primordial song

is there a backbeat

or notes unheard?

is there a teller of the tale of midnight

falling into dawn?

is there a seeker of this unfathomable thing called truth

or god

or love?

what is heard

what is listening?

what is seen

what is seeing?

where are the sides to this mirror

endlessly reflecting the echoes that have no source...

moonlight

shimmering

sings a song of unknowing

you are the looking for a looker

tattered prayer flags bleached by the searing sun

wind songs

sing and unravel the rich tapestry of uncountable threads spinning 

spinning

spinning

tales of heartbreak and wonder

there is no one at the center

looking out

looking in

stories write themselves

and we appear to sing them

but we are them

wind soaring through wind

featherless

wingless

skinless...

I am this nakedness that no one wears

this broken hearted beauty

the longing to sing of what has no words

nor music

but is all words

all music

...no love

and all love

singing itself

just like this

wind swept shadows fly across the carpet

woven leaves do not tremble

tapestry of roses has no scent...

ocean of love has no words

no song can kiss it

it has no time or direction

nor space nor emptiness

it cannot be measured

or caught

or known

there is nothing separate from it

it is not a thing or an it

as it has no edges nor middle

in this flowing thought dream

there appears to be a lover and a beloved

but there is no love at all

nor is there not love...

shallow moon skims the garden

illuminates a forgotten path

disappearing in the tangled roses

fully leaved and beginning to bloom

pale tender light

shimmering liquid sky

slow wind

gentle on your face

clouds

drifting

sailing river of memory

informs and out forms every leaf

and shadow

you are the song unsung

yet heard in every song

you have no voice

but are all voices

your fingers gently skim across the page

mouthing the words of every song

words fall through words

and the blanket of reflections dissolves

you are a seamless ricochet of love

last years falling blossoms

weave tonight's carpet of moon

— Nancy Neithercut