only echoes burning

 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...