is there an actual moon under or beyond the words?
it does not feel like there is
anything actual
or not
there is no love
it’s all love baby
so lets boogie woogie woogie
down to the garden
it’s all love baby
so lets boogie woogie woogie
down to the garden
late
last night
when the hummingbirds were still
high in the pecan trees
stars percolated between the dark fingering branches
and we seemed to appear to as this illusion of wonderment
a slow dance
nakedly in love
with love
we are the hypnosis
this dancing enchantment
where there is no space between the words and the illusion
but there seems to be
a breath
a hush
an opening of light
extinguishing itself
without actually appearing
we appear
shooting stars
galaxies
spinning
collapsing
ethereal wind
is your breath
is your song
my song
our song
is this song without words
includes all words
it leaves nothing out
there are no things
it feels like love has whispered my name
and yours
endless transparencies flowing into and through each other
we were never separate
we were never separate
we cannot merge
there is no love
its all love
space
breathes
in
and out
time slows down
and stops
the hush of no tomorrow
sings
sometimes the spider’s web is bejeweled with dew
sometimes
not
what is not reflection?
where does starlight gather?
where can love be held
if your heart has no sides?
in the story of me
I disappeared
the story says I never was
nor was there ever a story
in this fairytale of wonder
what blooms on the other side of the horizon?
infinitely colored petals fall through my heart
love tenderly paints this heart that lost its edges
long long ago
before they ever formed
sides of the caldera
collapse in love’s beautiful fire just as the volcano erupts
love creates and extinguishes itself
without time or its absence
rush and pull of tides
starlight breathing
ocean weeps at the beauty of river
singing its own wetness
ocean song bathes in the wonder it sings
and the stars fall asleep bathed in their own light
sunrise
mist dissolves
sea of diamonds
lattice of magic
flowering reflections
melt the boundaries between sea and sky
tides of love roll through your heart
advancing and retreating…
all is the flowing waters
of desire
which anoint you with your humanness
and carve deep deep canyons
where volcano vents and roiling seas
meet the howling winds of your heart
you are the storm
and the calm
and the seabird’s shadow
soaring across the rippling sands
no bird can be found
there is no one looking…
the ship and her sails are a daydream
there is no sailor of winds
nor a shore where home awaits
night and day and true and false
spin this tale of memory
where no one is looking for freedom from fairytale rainbows
I am this clothing of colored flowers
blooming and wilting
a rippling dress of echoes
this lullaby this bird song this breath
of
love
softly sweetly gently sings me
twirls me into her embrace where I had never left nor ever was
there are no wheres….
she has no lips to sing us but everyone recognizes her song
we exist in the kiss of never and forever...
where two cannot part as there is no one
or none
slipping into and through the slip stream of life
life sings me and I find my lips quivering with the kiss of madness and love and the hush of midnight
shooting stars simply a kiss of love’s all encompassing fire
blazing stardust
ashes of my heart
lost and found in the volcano of love
braided waves of liquid light
pour through me
my finger tips tingle
caressing the keyboard
songs appear
I am this song of daisy chains
alighting on a paperless page
dandelions under my chin
all is golden
even the dark
sings
we are echoes of moonlight and the tides of forgotten dawns
the shimmering of ancient seas which no one ever sailed looking for a magical note a key that would unlock the door to endless oceans and light and dark and colors...
all the while rainbows splashing upon the bow and sunset blooming through the mist of eyes that were looking too closely to see that the magic was in the seeing... the tasting ... the touching ... this sensual aliveness that cannot be grasped or held or pressed between the pages of a book, yet is in the reading and the singing and the everythinging…
and I dance as seamless wonder somehow feeling that all this is indeed the treasure I had been seeking, especially the magic that it could never be grasped or understood or sung about...
you can feel your heart dancing to the words know one will ever sing,
yet sing you sing love sing this traceless night...
cascade of dreams through the tangling roses
thorns and petals on the ground
ever born and ever dying
never born and never dying…
which song will sweetly gently strum my heartstrings?
what words will form my breath?
where is the echo of midnight hiding?
surely I am this resonance of beauty that rides endless ocean breezes
and soars through the earliest reflections of dawn
not yet seen
but felt in the readiness of birds to sing
before the dark reminds itself to sleep
this breath of love has no anchor
I am this beautiful ache to sing
I am a drifting chorus of birdsong
marveling at the nakedness of light
only this,
this ever present hush, everywhere and no where,
super saturating the dream of things
where are the bones of winter
dusted with snow?
where are the cold dark nights
when I longed for a bonfire
that would melt my heart
into the dream of love?
the marrow of love
has eaten my bones
consumed my flesh
picked her teeth with these very words
that fell through the tides of ocean song
washing away the memory of love
ashes and bits of robin’s eggs
as the snow melts into dawn
and spring blooms through the cracks in the sidewalk
crocus and daffodils
golden finches
and doves
gathering at the feeders
you cannot gather life
and save it for a wintering day
liquid mirrors slide into their reflections
this cascade of words
this river of song
overflows its banks
rainbows hover above and below
and meet in this perfect
kiss
and the clouds seem so close you try to duck your head
and the daisies bloom right through your eyes
and tomorrow just a daydream
lazily floating by
near and far
time
a foreign language
you watch their mouths
and cannot not see their beauty
whose words whose tears
whose heartbreak….
one death
a million deaths
one leaf falling
drifting
flowing across the barren ground
all disappears into wind
infinite memories gone forever
your mirror broken
pieces of sky
scattered
so many tears
darkness at noon
and the long dark nights
there is no where to go
tomorrow never was
it doesn't feel like there is an actor under the mask, and no unchanging entities under the flow of beliefs and preferences we call other. I am as real as they are and it doesn't feel like there is anyone solid here, or there, or that there really is a here or there. there is no anger nor worry nor jealousy nor shame nor blame, as there is no longing to change yourself or others or the world.
it is the end of the feeling that he or she or me SHOULD do or not do this or that or could have done...
as it is obvious there is no right or wrong way for things or people to be or not be. it is the end of belief in wrong and right, and that there are separate things or people to be wrong or right
extending infinitely into forever
collapsing infinitely into never
and just
this
perfect
kiss
where there are no things
nor in betweens
it is so wondrous that there is echo location machinery
dancing me into the dream scape of time and space
and yet this seems to have a lag
as there is no hurry nor worry to find where you are when there is no one
this is a beautiful unknowing
and there is no knowing how this is known
that there are no things is obvious
always
like when you drink water and feel its wetness
undeniably
obviously so
river of love flows through you
as you are the river
wet in wet in wet in wet…
it’s all love
there is no love
kissing itself through your beautiful lips
the questions rarely cease
nothing will fill that great big maw that hunger exploding in your chest
all questions are distractions but may seem to emphasize the utter unknowing and the lack of certitude...
nothing will fill that great big maw that hunger exploding in your chest
all questions are distractions but may seem to emphasize the utter unknowing and the lack of certitude...
when a dog is chasing its tale....
the empty center of the swirling becomes obvious
running away from this lack of solidity may just
stop
as your world of assumptions and learned ideas burns
as well as all belief in the solidity of yourself
and your loved ones
and the ones you used to hate
love may be the last to burn
in this conflagration of beliefs
not even ashes are left
yet a Phoenix arises
soaring floating flowing winds dreaming of wind
this is a lover's tale
that has no beginning nor end
spinning you
spinning me
twirling love into this dance that has no boundaries
sky written
with sky
full of mountains
full of sun
full of rain
full of tears
empty of mountains
empty of sun
empty of rain
tears falling through me
love is a current that has no river
it overflows its banks
pours through my edgeless heart
bathes the dream of reflections with echoes
acres of moonless nights
eons of endless days
in the breath of no tomorrow
love sings
as an imaginary lover
in love with imaginary love
how can we know love?
what is it
what is anything?
do we know how we love?
do we really know anything?
….how or why or what or who anyone or anything is?
where is that solidity that certitude you assumed existed?
beckoned by the song of ever forever sunrise
we are greeted, again, by our own sunset singing
almost not
always on
half heard on the distant horizon
lost and found through the in-folds of time and tides
we were the longing for a safe harbor
a place to rest
when all the songs would be understood
we search and scan the mountains and skies
delve deep into dark dark canyons
skimming endless texts
looking for that last
ray
of sun
yet we seem to be following our own footsteps
as we waltz with ourselves
drowning in the beautiful bottomless abyss
where we never left
where we never were
where never and forever kiss
and day and night fall into a meaningless poem
simply thought dancing
without a background of time and space
real and un-real are words
all is a foreign language without a key
as there is no door to unlock
no secret meaning
to love
love is the hug of everything and nothing
drifting floating dream clouds dissolving into sky and wind and tears
knowing the impossibility of not loving you
whirlpool of wonder spirals into and through itself
and I am unsung poems
wind
soaring
when imaginary separation is believed, it feels like there is a thinker of thought, a feeler of feeling, and a someone who is doing life and to whom life happens….
thought seems to divide the perceptual stream into separate things and events, and imaginary connections are drawn in-between these imaginary things and events
time and cause and effect are created,
and a someone who is traversing a razor’s edge tight rope, a time line, between birth and death, afraid to fall off
and terrified to reach the end
this thought stream paints a world, and a you in the center of it
this thought stream paints a world, and a you in the center of it
this is the end of the belief and the feeling of separation
awakening unties all these imaginary lines
all edges and the imaginary center are just
gone
gone
whoosh!
it never was!
it is obvious that life seems to self arise and simultaneously self erase, and never actually is a substantial (nor non substantial) ‘thing’,
this is the astonishment that there are no things nor non things, no time, dimension, direction, movement or non movement, change or permanency
that there is no one separate from this imaginary world who can believe it or not, or claim it or not,
as all we, as imaginary characters, can know is this imaginary world
we are the dream of separation
it is obvious that the dream of separation is indeed made up, but it is not known how this is known, and this is the most delicious unknowing
enlightenment is a fatal collision between never and forever
the kiss and final annihilation of reality and unreality
emptiness and fullness
movement and stillness
everything and nothing
of you and me and love…
the utter insubstantiality of thought
of rainbows
of clouds of skies of mountains….
all ideas of solidity and certitude vanish
this is the complete obliteration of all beliefs and ideas of what you are and what you are not
what the world is and what it is not
and what love is and what it is not…
this is the end of all thoughts that he or she or me or the world ‘should’ be like this or that
this is the end of all hope and fear and need of a never arising next
the end of all questions about all things imaginary
…and all things are imaginary
you
and me
and even love
yet these songs are love songs truly
cascades of words
rivers of tears of smiles of ancient seas pouring through me and painting
wet with wetness
wind with wind
sky with sky
and
love with love
this is about the beauty of the dancing flames
as the world burns
and what is gained and what is lost when there are no things to be added or taken away,
and no source or answer to this love song?
a whirlwind of ancient shadows streaming through the darkness…
a waterfall of starlight pouring through light
a spinning arabesque without a point to enter or leave this endless circle
spiraling into infinity
outwards and inwards…
when there is no outside or in
no center or edge to this enchantment
that seems to drink me
and leaves me
intoxicated
pools of streetlights
passersby talking on their phones
there is only one side to the conversation
but there are no sides to this reflection
no home where echoes reside
no one inside this mirage
bathing in the waters
flowing
no one listening to this love song
feeling her heart soar
in love as love through love
life sings
we meet in this fatal kiss
of everything and nothing
and we find ourselves dancing on the edge of a feather
between love and nothing at all
and I was lost forever as emptiness and found again in the storybook of love...
(Above Is the beginning to book)
it’s like someone left a radio on in the attic of a house where I used to live
still playing the chords of my life
echoing reverberations without time or place
I cannot quite make out the sounds
and no longer want to
there is no music separate from me
it’s all music
a symphony of wonder
flowing
floating
through me as me
there are no walls
there are no floors
there is no ceiling
no heavens above
nor hell below
simply exquisitely this passion play that paints and dissolves itself
a beautiful foreign movie
where everyone is a star
shimmering
on the tides of forgotten moons
I was a love story trying to gather all the love I thought I had lost in the mirrored halls of an imagined past
…following my footsteps
and the crumbs of love left behind
dropped when I thought my heart was full…
the more I found the emptier I felt
I was a bottomless treasure chest that simply dissolved into center-less limitless shimmering jewelry
a love song melting into indecipherable words and notes
hovering
floating
gliding through galaxies ancient and new
how old is the starlight I drink in my morning tea
how impossible this beauty
this brilliant ungraspable immediacy
starlight swirling into starlight
I am a dream-spell cast upon the seas of love
pocket full of notes
stars underneath the sky
where is the music
in your ears your eyes your heart…
where are the wheres of long forgotten days
and nights
empty of stars
empty of night
empty of dreams of tomorrows
dancing across the heavens
sliding through dissolving horizons
where sea and sky have disappeared into their reflections
and we only seem to appear
in this hush
a ballet of echoes
shimmering in each others eyes
bewitched by the swirling tapestry of night
stars
soar thorough uncharted seas
my heart
soars
in love with the enchantment of love
twirling reflections
never apart
never joined
no wholeness exists
nor emptiness
love is unthinkable
ungraspable
we do not know what it is
perhaps that is its beauty and wonder
what is a flower?
what is this song pouring through your heart?
where are the words where are the notes?
on the staves in the air on the wind in your ears your eyes your gut
your heart?
no longer trying to drink the words
the words drink you
and you become a sound spell
echoes of echoes
drifting through galaxies of wonder
what is the taste of these words
…the texture
what is the magical shape of sound
when you peel off its skin?
ocean slips into its own wetness…
what slides through words like wet
and what…
there is nothing to know
and no one to know
a delicious unknowing is obvious,
…how
no one knows!
and that is life’s magical beauty and amazement
falling through all words
falling through all hands
falling through all hearts
slipping out of all boundaries
erasing the edges of time
love flourishes
life trying to grasp itself
seems to create a movement
desire blooms
and wilts
there was never a flower
nor petals
falling
yet obvious unspeakable beauty
flows into and through itself
soaring streaming rushing roaring
always and never
meet in this
fatal
kiss
of everything and nothing
the whoosh the zing of aliveness
sings itself
like this
and are you separate from the sensation of wind upon your face
or the seeing of the tree tops dancing in the wind?
how about the listening to the rushing of wind down the canyon.....
how could there be a you separate from this whirling dance of life?
you can't step outside of it
or into it
you cannot add things to it...
where would they come from?
you cannot take anything away..
where would you put them?
are there indeed separate things?
can you find a before or after...
or even a now?
you just have to laugh at all these assumptions....
all your ideas about 'reality' are learned shared concepts
and that is not good or bad
nor in between....
is there really a you separate from these assumptions
a someone who does not change...
a someone to whom life happens
a someone who manipulates life?
or are all those ideas simply
ideas....
what is going on is very simple
and includes all these assumptions
it includes all things
and there are no separate things
nor separate events
but what appears may include belief in separation
or not....
what would you be without all these ideas
without all your ideas of what enlightenment is....
is there someone under all these ideas and beliefs?
it is this hurricane of words that paints the wind
and colors
flowing
in you as you through you
are colors flowing
there are no edges between you and the infinite colors of wind
softly slowly breathing this very morning into your mind stream
the dawn the hush this solitude of being a symphony of perception
and the inseparable awareness of it
where is the tympani of thunder
when the sky is clear
it is your heart beating
madly
wildly
in tune with the rhythm of life that you are
you know this love song that sings you
yet you have never been able to find or articulate the words
as you arise in the singing of them
looking for the steps to the ballet seems to halt your feet
but they have always known this dance
everything knows this dance
but no one knows how
there is no how
or why
or when
or where…
and it is wondrous
this very intimacy of life
without inside or outside
is deeply recognized
but no knowing can be found
I love you, and I don’t know how or why
this dream of love bathes the dream of things
and I no longer care
I am a streaming poem echoing in the canyon
slowly swiftly
sun dances with her reflection
water bathes in its own wetness
this radiant ecstatic wild love song
pours through her own words,
overflows her banks…
there are no sides no boundaries to this all consuming love
that has ripped you and your world to shreds
and eviscerated all ideas of love
this kaleidoscope of dreams sings with her echo
rushing roaring meandering gracefully
effortlessly
splashing joyfully through deep green places, eddies and swirls and whirlpools
neither going from here to there
or anywhere to no where
neither moving nor still
love sings
life is neither outside us nor inside
there are no sides to this poem weaving words into a wordless soundscape
falling into and through this spaceless space of infinite unknowing
that never was
yet always is
