symphony of life cannot be heard
or unheard
it is only echoes breathing
stars and moons burning afterimages
branding your fingerprints into the sea of dreams
you are the song of your broken hearted beauty
starlight drifts through your eyes
hovering on the banks of no tomorrow
waves lapping
in the long
moon
setting
~~~~~
there are no words…,
yet these are the very words that sing us into this ballet of un utterable wonder
words may untangle assumed knowing if they are simultaneously denied, and tossed into a dance where the listener can no longer find her feet
there are no separate things to know, there are no 'things' under the name....
no one knows what a flower is despite all the science available. there is only description, words referring to other words, weaving a web of assumed knowing,
we are the shared dream of separation, the assumption of separation and the apparent solidity of things and time and space,
yet there can be an intuited knowing that the dream of things and selves and others and love… .is indeed not 'real' and there is no ‘actual reality' under the dream (there is no knowing how this is known, but it somehow this is obvious)
all is apparent and all is obvious and what is most obvious is that no one knows doodly-squat about anything
there is no right or wrong way to think or feel or believe or live or love or die
~~~~~
morning
slowly
floats
into the dream of night
dove
gently
floats
to the ground
fantailed wonder skirts the sky
sky is an echo
floating
softly
through the dream of things
words
paint sunrise in your eyes
words
paint your eyes into sunrise
as sunset looms behind broken shadows
your hands your heart reach out
to hold the day
the magic of night and day and colors
float
through your hand
there is no hand hold no place to rest in this spinning kaleidoscopic dream
they are only dream hands, dream hearts, dream eyes looking for a place outside the dream
dream tears searching for their own wetness…
looking for that silent place over the rainbow
where colors bloom
simply perpetuates the feeling that you are separate from these colors
blooming and fading
never always nor never
this love
~~~~~
tossed off the back beat of time
wind fell through her own embrace
plunged through her own nakedness
and found no source nor echo to her reflection
dancing
in the tree tops
slow shadows caress the garden
mirroring the emptiness of this dream time waltz
catapulting through endless rainbows
suns and moons soared through her
as she was suns and moons
and rainbows
exploding
echoing through this love stream
that sings us…
dances us,
here and there,
lost and found along the meandering
~~~~~
there simply is no one to take 'this' personally and no 'this' or 'that', no emptiness or fullness sliding from no where or somewhere, dissolving back into a no where....
the thought stream is just an imaginary ‘part’ of this seamless unknowable ‘thing’, ‘perception’, that thought names and divides into things like thoughts and sights, sounds, taste, touch.... ‘internal’ feelings like the heart beat, and love, and tears drying on tender cheeks, and ideas like ‘inside’ and ‘outside’….
it is all a dream suspended, hovering on angels wings.... it is the definitions, the apparent differences that sing the heart beat of this and that, the wings of desire that propel an imaginary character through the dream of space and time to an imaginary destination called ‘love’ or ‘enlightenment’ or ‘truth’ or ‘death’….
this passion play of wonder that seems to dream itself has no anchor, no time, no division or dimension, no solidity or liquidity to find or lose…
this is a dream of ideas, and that it is a dream is an idea…
how wondrous the morning sliding across the canyon
how soft the doves floating to the ground
how clear the window that reflects my face dissolving into the garden
as night recedes into the shadows
a dove leaves her beautiful wing print on the glass
and flies away
heart blossoms in the aching beauty of a song
just missed
petals of silence fall through their own echo
there was never a no one to bask in her reflection
or sing with the night
waltz of starlight streams through the trees through the window
through an edgeless heart I used to call mine
ancient light dances across the flowered carpet
all is bathed in an unspeakable magic
mouth cannot hold the roundness of vowels
they fill the tongue
with the taste of taste
leaking through the words
lingering
dancing on the edge of edgeless-ness
simultaneously love and nothing at all
neither empty nor full nor both nor neither
night unravels sky
vast unknowable spaciousness
pours through your eyes
revealing shards of starlight
burning the night
that never was
empty sky
empty night
empty stars
empty eyes
weeping
~~~~~
mystery of love needs no unravelling
no map to unfold your heart
life blossoms all by it self
it never held a thing
tears without tomorrow
bathed in bird song
~~~~~
what is this galaxy howling in your chest
empty winds beckon…
fiery glance of love has captured you
running toward love is running away
running away is running toward
there are no sides to this fatal embrace
wild love burns even herself
oceans bloom and fall into echoes of bottomless
tides of memory wash away the beaches,
the sands that never held your footprints,
or the wind that erased them…
the desert shore that never gave you rest
is gone
empty shadows whistle through the dark…
leaving not even silence
and in the far away there are songs
they plunge through your edgeless heart
as you pour into them…
stars unfold in your empty breast
galaxies explode
just like this
life blossoms and falls and you cannot gather the petals that are falling with you
~~~~~
wild song of cricket moon
eyes full of stars
forever-never tears cascading
sliding through acres of rainbows
spinning ancient dreams on the other side of moonlight
where hands cannot touch spaceless space
where tears cannot listen to the waterfalls of time
rushing roaring streaming soaring
through you in you as you
this obvious aliveness
never here, never not here
rain slides through the looking glass
anointing your beautiful face
undivided symphony of life sings itself
fractals of thought spiral and cannot find a beginning or end,
or a place where it is or is not
neither moving or stable
naming itself seems to create solidity
and liquidity
rainbows seem to hover
just
above the canyon
after the rain
diamonds splashing
nothing is and nothing is not
love sings itself
without time or timelessness
there is no escape from this dream of rainbows
suspended in the hush of no tomorrow
liquid tapestry of memory
flows through its own magical illusion
unravelling as it weaves itself from tattered thoughts
spiraling into and through itself
a web of infinite colors bloom into rainbows dissolving...
avalanche of words melt into this poem that sings me, sings love, sings this waterfall of wonder dissolving into this wild wind streaming down the canyon, the great divide, that defines us and separates us, and anoints us with a longing to reach out….
it is the knowing that we can never touch that breaks our hearts
forever open
never wanting to hold or capture love into a secret hide away where we hid, trying to find our wings in the dark…
when love was always blossoming
poems unfolding into
just
this
~~~~~
it may seem like there are two of us, talking and laughing and dancing… a pas de deux, a swirling ballet of thought and feeling, action and reaction, but it feels like a seamless dance without dancers,
a seamless love without lovers…
a dream of love without anything separate called love…
a flowing sensorial display without a background of time or space or emptiness…
where no separate colors or objects are found or lost in this fluid liquid dream scape of light pouring into light
pattern-less patterns form and dissolve into other apparent patterns without any actual substance or dimension or movement
and it all somehow feels like love
even the harsh words, the pain, the suffering… birth and death
and all apparent dream characters including me
are choice-less swirling holograms and heartbreakingly beautiful
there is no outside or inside to this call and answer love song that ricochets through its own echo,
it is all echoes, all reflections without a source
utterly infinitely intimate without a center
the unbearable beauty of this atemporal place-less-ness,
of the ungraspable wonder we call love
~~~~~
beyond stillness and movement my heart sings
gracefully dissolving into a photo of sunlight
falling through the elegance of sound dividing day from night
you cannot hide from this immediate intimacy
nor can you find it
where is the skylight to infinity?
~~~~~
scarcely September
autumn leaves caught in a web of moon
mind plunges through the edge of night
bones of midnight
shatter the earth
or was it my heart that lay buried
deep in the pocket of long summers lost?
drinking fully the sound of moon
she swallows me, throws me into the heart of wild
is there silence behind this poem?
long before time erased her reflection
I tossed words though a looking glass
searching for the essence of love
the empty glass revealed no answers
shattering my echo
I blossomed into a million moons
falling
through all ideas of light
and love
dissolved and dancing and the elegance of reaching out
my heart was
caught
in a braided wind
softly settling
into a song of no one
drifting through a chorus of many
endless sky hangs on the edge of wind
love caresses my eyes into a fluid painting
of all the rich and wild colors of love
~~~~~
there is no path to know where
you can never cut an imaginary distance in half
no one can point to nothing
there is no moon and no finger pointing
no one can give you emptiness
where would you put it?
~~~~~
where is moonlight, is it inside or out?
where is the madness of love?
when nothing can be found
nothing can be lost
we slide through the looking…
there are no mirrors on the other side of sideless-ness
we dissolve into the knowing that we never were
yet we bloom in the poem of morning
and fade as the storybook closes into night
no one can hide the howl of moonlight that burns the walls surrounding the garden of secrets…
whispers linger under your tongue
where the taste of memory
seared your heart print into this river of songs
as it unravelled
into whorls and loops of whirlpools
reflections burning under the fiery sky
~~~~~
looking for the space of god
melodies of infinite starlight pull you through the mirror of love
through your own face
that you have never seen
and never will
not even nothing lies underneath your reflection
there is nothing under this song
or under the face of moon
the yarn gets tangled as the stories unravel
no weaver of midnight can be found
nor creator of light spinning threads of reflections
into the silvering
I almost cannot bear to taste this pear
longing so wondrous
it need not be filled
nothing needs completion
all is complete…
where is beauty not?
it is in the looking, the finding and the not finding
love
~~~~~
rain
all night
sliding through broken gutters
overflowing down the windows
liquid mirrors appear as I turn on the light
September pours down the canyon and into this song
dark, still
my reflection in the window
fingers slide over the keys…
through these words a magical illusion of
sharing
this edgeless love
appears
fingers cannot touch themselves
yet they reach out
feathering…
sky wings seeking sky
there is no inside or out to this poem
shadows of infinity
slide through the darkness
illuminating light
deep deep sadness
and excruciating joy
what is it like to be alive?
what is this sound when the rain stops?
when is the cherry tree not blooming?
rose petals falling into autumn
reds and pinks blossom in this rainy day song
~~~~~
words paint tides of memory
washing empty beaches
waves ebb and flow in cascades of moonlight
seashells carry our heart songs back into the ocean
waiting
we are poems unravelling light into light
love’s spontaneous combustion
~~~~~
we are a magical thought dream that spins our hearts and paints love into the obvious majesty of life
breathing itself
drinking
itself
a brilliant intoxication
twirling swirling self illumined river
this enchanted dream spell dreaming itself
we are this river flowing through itself
river of love, river of madness, river of cool mountains
sparkling
in sun flowered meadows
and towering pines
drifting
tears
flood the canyon
where reflections dance on sunset walls
and golden clouds hover
burning into evening…
all drowning in the current of love’s impossible beauty…
love has no edges she cannot leave or find herself
or un-sign her name scrolling these words
without ever seeing herself
or hearing her own voice,
burning her own incandescence
love is all hearing all seeing
all love
~~~~~
such wondrousness of not knowing and not caring that nothing can be known, the amazement that there are no things at all, not even a thing called ‘knowing’, ….all assumed knowing is simply description and nothing can be pinpointed… like a dream
floating…
through a dream…
yet vibrant and alive and wondrous no matter what it looks and feels like
clouds drift through the long grey morning
empty flower stalks are bent with rain
we can never read the back cover of our story, or find a separate page
I am memories of petals falling and butterfly wings found on the sidewalk
capturing fireflies in a jar, and the tears when they died
the curtains are always closing on the light
this precious love seems to appear as reflections in our eyes
we exist as our aloneness
we are the exquisite longing to touch
~~~~~
a breeze
a leaf
a kiss
of river
~~~~~
starlight brushed my eyes with a dream of darkness
…every love song painted my heart
empty
of light
empty
of songs
empty
of love
there was nothing left, not even echoes of echoes vibrating…
my heart song was not mine
I could find no source nor destination for love…
reaching to grasp the fingerprint of time
revealed only whirlpools of tears
falling into sky
the walls of my heart
dissolved
again and again…
no sound was left
nor silence
without you I am not,
love is not…
love is…
petals falling one by one
brushing starlight in our eyes
~~~~~
and these blank pages await the sunrise
what stirs in the dark but a heart
on the edge of love
I am the longing to reach out
...like this
~~~~~
I am an echo of a song I heard long long ago
far away across the horizon that could never actually divide love
translucent ripples slide through invisible fingerprints unwinding
whirlpools of unspeakable wonder,
wetness cartwheeling through wetness…
currents of rainbows flowing through infinite colors
falling
into
floating
this flow of life, this unbound love, cannot be pinpointed as love’s story engulfs all stories, burns even herself in her wild untamed beautiful fatal dance...
the utter nakedness of liquid perfection shatters the windows…
winged lace curtains fray into wind feathers,
and all is soaring
free beyond freedom or bondage
love drinks herself
tastes herself
through your beautiful lips your eyes your heart
that was never yours
this perfection without imperfection
this love without lack
this life without other
~~~~~
bathed in ocean song
she was the kiss of waters
flowing
through their own wetness
golden leaf falls through the sidewalk
wind erases the fingerprint of time
the comfort of endless tomorrows
becomes a bed of nails
all is pierced with this inescapable nakedness
and there is not even nothing under the clothes of desire
morning sun illuminates the tall trees
every leaf defined by the roundness of vowels
whirling sound scapes across the garden
hello
I love you
I am you
~~~~~
dawn brushes the empty timeless streets
stars slide across these ancient eyes of shimmering
songs swirl into a crazy dream of longing
as I walk into the day
shadows hide beneath my feet
tail lights burn their reflections as life ripples across the pavement
through the left over sands
tossed into sky
stars
burning
songs into our eyes
~~~~~
poems tumble into the river of sighs
where sky tastes its own reflection and songs
hover
in the absence of moon
dreams carpet the sandy banks
petals gather under the drifting clouds
dream dancers soar
suspended
in the dream of things
love is twined into your DNA
you can feel your heart singing
this inescapable symphony is the magic of life simply singing like this
like this…
like this
a silhouette of echos
breathes sound into sky
and love into storybooks
where words slide off the pages
and dissolve into moonless sky
~~~~~
you recognize love
not knowing how
you are love’s recognition
nothing but a windowless mirror
flowers whispering a song of petals
blooming in lantern’d light
~~~~~
in the wings of love there is no outside or inside
no one caressed by the softness of
simply
soaring
no direction or non direction….
space and time are merely words like sky…
there are no clouds to disperse
no one to melt into love
no doors to shut or open
this indescribable flood of being pours through itself
love’s caress is ungraspable
unknowable
yet it is felt deeply
the death grip of tomorrow
unwinds into words
into thought
into nothing at all
~~~~~
ocean of air of space of endless sky
clouds bloom and
dissolve
patterns cannot be found or lost…
liquid softness, this arabesque of abstraction
cloud hands reach out…
pour through beautiful empty arms
intimately love flowers and explodes into an infinite unknowing
we are petals of clouds
dissolving into sky
~~~~~
wind has no anchor nor does this story of wind have any truth or falseness
this undeniable aliveness feels utterly still as it softly rushes roaring streaming soaring flowing pouring oceans of dreams through infinite reflections of reflections
dream boats sailing on phantom winds in a dream sea going nowhere…
wild love streams through my window and
lingers in these eyes that are but mirrors of transparent sky
love pulled me into her infinite empty arms
erasing all colors, all shadow and light,
and painted me into this dream spell where there is nothing but the enchantment of love
floating
in endless sky
~~~~~
electric blues stream through rainbows of desire
fall through the prism of my heart
cascade into songs
burst into love letters that write themselves
exploding sound into silence
evaporating into sound
flowers
falling
drifting through a long ago far away dream scape…
across a horizon
wind sings my name
and I answer
it has always been love calling
and answering
dove’s feathered falling
ancient seas calling
spinning vaulted architecture
web of dreams
collapses into itself
no one awakens from the dream that they are
~~~~~
infinitely the heart expands
to paint this world
love without end
or beginning
I am a fingerprint of water
dissolved into its own wetness
whorls and swirls and whirl-pooling wonder
paint my eyes
dissolving into their own reflection
~~~~~
recognizing nothing
and not even that
we are reflections of diamond sky
shimmering on a diamond sea
we are mirages dancing on imaginary horizons
trying to drink our own wetness
I am this astonishment of loving
love
just this breath
deeply richly fully alive
life breathes you as you are life
breathing
loving
weeping
just this song
painting time and space into an edgeless heart
slowly
softly
swirling
drifting
across a mirage of sun and dunes and
wild
winds
rippling
into love letters
falling
through our eyes
into the rippling
~~~~~
love is made up,
made up is all there is...
there is no there is...
there is no not
~~~~~
suspended and dissolved as this elusive obvious sensuous aliveness
a forever never kiss of center less love
what is the sound of midnight
growing
across the horizon
morning weeps
no essence to be found
in this ricocheting poem of meaningless words
simply these tears
~~~~~
infinite winds collide and cancel each other's unique songs,
there is no center that is wind free,
nor non center that is not…
and love grows and overflows all ideas of love
and blades of grass never slice the sun
~~~~~
crazy lace of poems untangles the web of time and space
reveals nothing in the middle except
webs of thought
floating
timeless
spaceless
adorned with reflections
of reflections
of ideas
called thoughts
~~~~~
shafts of morning light bathe yesterdays footsteps in waves of nostalgia that loop through ancient songs of liquid memory that seem to have forgotten that there was a dance... when there was a dancer and music and a stage and footlights… and a tomorrow to reach
….and love to hold
whirlpools sashay through reflections of wetness
fall through windowless mirrors
side-less kisses bloom into their own ecstatic flowering of seamless wonder
what appears to be going on appears to be going on
starlight dancing in starlight,
echoes flowing through a labyrinth of echos…
there are no ears to hear
no eyes to taste
no lungs to breathe
this all encompassing light
this all encompassing love
all sorrow all joy… all stories are wind in wind
hearts infinitely breaking the sound barrier of time and space
where the hush that no one sang is simply diamonds echoing
in a diamond sky
wings of light unfolding into light
naked dreamlike brilliance
undeniably full and empty of other
colors explode and merge and pour through rainbows
and slide into this morning song of echoes
a million suns explode into their own light
a seamless edgeless mirage of infinite fluidity cascades through a waterfall of unwritten love letters
all words fall apart and not even silence or her echo is left
nakedly intimate is this dream of utter unknowing
footsteps seem to meander but it is only petals of
thought
falling
into the dreaming
~~~~~
wild wind breathes down your neck
unscrews the tides from the ocean
flips over the words from this poem that sing wind into wings
invisibly soaring through endless sky
casting ripples across the horizon
where sky is not separate from sea
flying through unspeakable wonder
adorning these innocent eyes
washed away by love’s nakedness
melting into the colors of wind
~~~~~
suspended between the hush and luminous echoes
lost and found in midnight moon
spiraling across a star strewn sky
dizzy in love with love
no longer looking for a center that does not exist, an edge to fall off,
or a heaven to reach
there are no arms to hold this vast unknowable
no heart can embrace this love,
as love is this beautiful empty embrace
this sublime edgeless heart
beating
still
blinded by your obvious beauty
you will never see
love weeps softly
brushes us into sunset bleeding
~~~~~
stars collapsed into their own light
waves receded into their own wetness
love melted into her own embrace
and all was dark
and all was light
as the thought stream has changed, and as all things, including thought, are created by the thought stream, which also paints you and me and love,
I have changed considerably,
and love is not what it used to be…
yet
this is a fairytale of love without lovers
soaring through songs that paint the vastness and emptiness of time and space
this is an ephemeral dream floating in a dream not dreamt
a brocade of ancient moon
woven with reflections of reflections and pools of shimmering echos
shattered into infinite starlight
streaming
liquid dreams of psychedelic tears ache to fall through your chest
I seem to appear as a longing to share this impossible beauty
pouring transparent rainbows through oceans of sky
rippling the tides of silhouettes
swallowed by poems of endless tomorrows abandoned…
lapping on the shores of an edgeless sea
~~~~~
what is love?
what is not love?
this is a dream of love, yet there is no dreamer
this is a love without lovers…
love removes all imaginary boundaries between inside and outside, between you and me… it is immeasurable, vast, and infinitely intimate…
everywhere and nowhere,
everything and nothing,
love is center less, edgeless and indivisible…
this is a falling in love so deeply, that no separation is felt,
a dance without dancers,
music without musicians,
spaciousness without space,
no source or echo can be found for love
there is only love
there is no love
~~~~~
softness of silver moon dancing light
rippling garden
feathers
caressed by long night winds
pausing
before dawn catches her breath and
bursts into a splendorous amazement of
colors
exploding and
incomparable music soaring
through all and everything
transparent songs paint the wind as it
dissolves
into words
falling
through the bottomless depths of unparalleled wonder
doves
floating
through these eyes
an enchantment of a dream girl
whirling swirling kiss of light
a ballet with every step
bathed in fresh, wide eyed amazement
calm breezes begin to rush down the canyon
to fill in the hot desert below
all an edgeless mirage
meandering through the mind stream
subtly pouring through oceans of thought
waves begin to form and dissolve
softly whirlpools bathe this kaleidoscopic dream show
shapes and colors seem to surface
and drown
melting into their own dissolution
~~~~~
this obvious un-graspable magic is these sourceless reflections of reflections, this astoundingly magical taste of taste.... the hum of this obvious elusive aliveness pours through its own sound barriers as the horizon crashes into its own sideways glance untying a tsunami of love that washes the sea and sky and all and everything away, …kisses you back into these turning twisting measureless rhythms, the heart beat of existence, the this's and that's that have no place or placeless-ness, no sound or taste or reflections…
love is echoes breathing underwater
pirouette of love spins you in her edgeless embrace
where you never entered or left
or were ever held at all
she spits you out in all directions until there is no direction
…no home
no where to turn…
thought cannot guide you
it informs and outlines you with an exotic foreign script you cannot decipher
thought reads you into a life of sorrow and joy that pours through the pages of a book that is neither bound nor free
dissolving all ideas of truth,
words unravel and reveal the utter emptiness of time and space
excruciatingly wondrous is life’s flowering and simultaneous extinction
love’s fatal kiss reveals her absence
and the emptiness of all things
a vacant heart that was longing to be filled
flows through the brokenness
bits of broken glass scatter the dream scape mirroring infinite sky
faces you used to recognize slide through reflections of ancient songs
falling
into an ocean of unknowing
as tides of future moons dissolve into their own echoes splashing
sky
falls
down
sweeps you into this bottomless kiss of words rushing through spirals
unfolding
into this very song,
floating wisps of dreams through your mind stream
baseless shimmering aliveness is subsumed by an undeniable peace
meandering through a dream spell
this infinite enchantment of love
~~~~~
I simply cannot tell the difference between thought and feeling and these songs that seem to flow through these fingertips sliding across these smooth keys, singing this music that self arises and self releases
…words miraculously appear on a screen... the feeling of no thingness pervades through even these words of love that appear to sing me to caress me from the inside and out, and suspend me dissolve me, edgeless, like petals softly falling floating in spaceless space....
~~~~~
that one half of a kiss
lingering on my lips
dissolved in this banquet of love
petals of unimaginable softness
fall
danced by wind and lanterned by moonlight
exquisite, this incomparable richness of sound and light,
this kaleidoscope of colors sliding through rainbows without a back beat of time and space
this music that enchants and amazes…
these drifting songs pouring across the great unknown
an edgeless universe explodes and implodes into itself
flowing liquid galaxies of wonder
stars tumble and spin through a background that is painted by the songs that pour through
this untamed garden of wonder
I am kissed and caressed into being by this thought stream
colored, dissolved and anointed by words
blooming and wilting simultaneously
these roaring gently rippling rainbows unfolding and collapsing
into an edgeless diaphanous cloud of unknowing
poems are heart wings embracing this invisible lover’s dream
it is only in this ballet of wonderment that there seem to be two dancing
or one enchanted girl dancing with her own reflection sliding over the canyon walls
crashing into the unfathomable abyss no one can cross
this utter emptiness without emptiness
simply a wild eyed kiss of madness
that never had two sides
~~~~~
balancing on the edge of moonlight
songs
scatter reflections into your eyes
shimmering
tears
diamond waves
rush and roar and
ease-fully
recede
to where they never began
~~~~~
we are the songs of a seamless edgeless center less sea
washed away in its own tides of unknowing
you can feel the unfathomable depth of her tears and her
kisses
floating
through underwater skies
love
pours
through its own echo
reflections of ripples seem to shimmer and soar and erase themselves
suspended
without time or timelessness
morning breathes light into the garden
illuminates the path where the grey cat wanders under sunflowers
golden
showers
spilling
my heart was never empty or full as it was never mine
love has no edges
an imaginary horizon cannot be crossed,
and yet day and night seem to merge
we are imaginary lovers
constellations appearing to follow their own rhythms
pinpoints of light falling from imagined skies floating just beyond the firmament,
starlight dancing
heaven and earth consume each other
leaving only a vault of empty sky
unimaginable how intimate and vast this stark emptiness is
not even the bones of the universe remain
no one true star to guide you
there is no horizon to cross, there is no other side
there is no path along this trail of broken hearts that can lead you back to love
you have never left
~~~~~
seekers are the belief that there is something to know, to get, to achieve, …as when we are small we firstly believe our parents know... then we discover that they are just grown children with their own pimples and farts and tangling problems, so we look to philosophy or religion, maybe they will fill that great ache to know to capture to understand this elusive magic of life... then perhaps spirituality or non duality will fill the bottomless emptiness that threatens to consume us and our world, but nothing will fill it or break the spell as we are the spell, the enchantment the magic we longed for…
echo clouds gather, surge and break,
dissolving on the edge of the sea of unknowing
love lost its reflection
bathing in yours
~~~~~
the trap door to unknowing is unlocked and the universe falls through
evaporating all before’s and afters
endless horizons untie their imaginary grasp on heaven and hell,
and the lasso of thought that captured the waters and poured you into a standing wave unleashes the tsunami you could never prevent or run away from…
you were always underwater
the breath of dream songs
exquisite fluted wind bends time into a song
floating day dreams into night
and night into day,
a sumptuous wave of heart breakingly wondrous emotion drifts without a place to land
no words can pinpoint a dream within a dream, as all tongues sing this dream spell as they taste the breath of love
in dream time perfection
without motion or stillness
subsumed in the great hush of never-ever present eternity
intoxicated with the ecstasy of this simple untamed aliveness
primal songs
explode and implode time into a spaceless space
where infinite heartbeats pause in wonder
and are filled again with wild winged love
soaring through the dream of flying
may seem to separate one side from another
feathers fall,
dissolve into sky
but love is neither one flight nor many
nor none
~~~~~
bird song flows through the garden
weaving light and shadow in a sumptuous three dimensional carpet of songs
plummeting
through the bottom of liquidity
winds braid a soundless chorus of echos
floating…
falling
through ideas of above and below
imaginary horizons fall apart as sea falls endlessly through sky
the kiss of infinity dissolves your reflection
no source to these tides of seamless wonder can be found
waves upon waves of unknowing dissolve the shores of this dream spell
all is washed away in the fatal embrace of eternity and timelessness
transparent brilliance sears all shadow and light
burns the ashes of memory’s gaze
a dream song of lovers twirling
fades into this seamless beauty of echos
breathing love into our eyes
~~~~~
poetry seems to convey the flavor and fragrance of this beautiful astounding aliveness…
bouquet of shadows shimmers in the translucence of a million yesterdays
lost
dreams of light and shadow and colors
bursting
consonants and vowels punctuate this song as ideas of sun and flowers and butterfly wings soar and dissolve in this blazing intensity of unowned
life
simply
blossoming and wilting in the same moment-less momentary
without any rhythms or any patterns or lack of patterns what so ever…
thought has no actual substance nor does the world it seems to paint
this liquid dreamscape, neither real nor unreal, and yet both and neither… cannot be grasped or caught with the language that sings it
the young boy excitedly pushed further up the trail, ploughing through patches of winter hiding in the mountain shadows…. bits of distant sparkling revealed newly born insects cart-wheeling in sun streaming fresh meadows… he paused, listening to the melting snow and his horse hungrily ripping the tender grass…
there is no translation for these words other than more words…
like echoes of echoes they have no more or less meaning than acres of unseen winds gently sweeping ripples across a sea of thought that has no shore, or depth or surface… rather, it is all a skinless surface of a dream soaring through a dream… utterly non dimensional and without substance or non substance
there are no separate thoughts or waves or currents of thought weaving a web of thought, as webs and spiders and light reflecting on gossamer threads are all thought, as is all dimension, all measurement, and all distinction …all separation…
are the ripples separate from the water and the kiss of wind?
are you separate from this fantastical dream display?
the absence of separation is love
yet there is nothing to be separate
not even love
all is love
you cannot seek or find or capture love or truth or enlightenment
it is not lost or hidden in these words
love is a word like you and tomorrow
you will never be enlightened or free,
you will never be...
you have never been
~~~~~
love is a word that removes her clothes and goes skinny dipping in the mind stream, dissolving all ideas and concepts and words like love…
love subsumes all and everything,
and yet love is not a thing nor is it nothing,
there are no things nor non things,
this is love
all words seem to create separate things including a thing called separation, the word ‘love’ seems to create a separate thing called love, yet what is love? what is anything when there are no things?
seemingly beyond knowing or unknowing,
all is what it seems, and not, as there is no all or one or none
ecstatic rhapsody of stars
galaxies spin and collapse into love’s beautiful fire
~~~~~
stillness of whirling water
falls through the hollow of moon
whirlpools of silence hold the night
light cannot be found or lost
as it traces the wetness sliding through our eyes
trails of midnight howl
how many syllables are in moonlight?
where are the words that paint love?
half written poems slide through the dark
ignite my silhouette in your eyes,
and we flow in an empty pirouette
neither moving nor still
this lullaby of bittersweet lovers
slowing consuming the night
~~~~~
songs like ancient mirrors hover on the tip of your tongue
ricochet of love slides through all words of love, and this apparent movement is love's fire burning herself
love, unlike all ideas of love... this seamless sensuous aliveness uncaused untethered without time or timelessness...
