I sing of what has no song yet sings me

gently gently dawn stretches across the carpet of sky

my toes still in the sparkling stars

my hair flowing acres of red and gold 

my eyes paint the canyon walls

my lips kiss this song of light and shadow  

dove lands on the feeder 

flies straight up

wings close to my window 

I can hear her but I cannot see her song 

high on the telephone wires

she knows not her immense beauty 

but I do 

we welcome the day together 

balanced between the physical world and the imaginary

I sing the day

the day sings me

searching for the meaning of yellow

blossoms into a song without end

or beginning

that sings her

memories of love weave traceries of sky 

words sketch a silhouette 

the center is empty

and flows outside of the lines 

edges extend without end 

and cannot be found 

cloud flowers weep

as they dissolve into their own reflection 

what is yellow?

what is love?

where does it end  

and this poem begin? 

where are my lines 

when these lines sing me?

morning wind brushes clouds into golden wings 

Dissolving

this empty heart sings 

Of the fullness of day 

Of loves line-less beauty 

Of the backbeat of wonder 

These very words that time erases 

As time swallows itself 

Ripples of shimmering reflect the morning 

River flows into and through itself 

Love kisses itself 

Through our eyes 

I can hear my footfalls 

But cannot find them  

Memory writes my name on the river 

Where I drowned 

I sing of what has no song yet sings me.

How many tears to wash away the wetness you seek?   You were never more than tattered prayers, hopes and fears of your own undoing streaming in the wind. Words resound in the vault of echo's absence and sink into your heart of shadowed dreams.  This death of certainty leaves only reflections rippling in the breeze caressing your beautiful tender cheeks with a love song that has no words yet includes all words.  Even the wind sweeps itself away.   Crashed into your infinite kiss, waves of shadows cannot undo this love that you sought but always were in this timeless embrace of nothing and everything.

It's like you're strapped info the confines of belief, an avalanche of concrete that has shut out the light.  Sharp edges of black and white carving out your world, a two dimensional cardboard cut out of a life consumed with hope and fear of a never arising next.  Suddenly the fabric of your universe collapses.  The bottom falls out and you slide through the cracks of all the unyeilding beliefs of who you thought you were, and you discover there was no one under the costume of belief.  

The reaching out fell into and through the reaching out as tears subsumed in their own wetness, light fell into light, space poured through space and a hush beyond measure embraced itself from the inside and out.  There were no sides nor non sides, or a song without other. 

Lost in puddles of emptiness, drowned in unanswered dreams.  Reflection of the moon ripples softy across your forehead.  Wind catches itself in the reflection of treetops dancing in its own shimmering shadow.  Suspended jewels hang in this web of awe, flying into themselves.  The loose ends will never be caught in the tangling

This life this unbound love was  longer yours.  It soars unimpeded, unrehearsed, unbidden.  This delicious unknowing settles in to your innermost being and transports you into the mist of unrehearsed forgotten rainbows.  The imaginary lines that created this tinker toy world fall away and all that's left is a streaming sublime edgelessness.  Utterly stunned by this boundless beauty, this utterly amazing dream, where love seems to be the heartbeat as it flows unencumbered by fear.  Swooning in the ever new ever freshness the universe flows through your nakedness and a gentle breeze or a wisp of a cloud sends your heart skyrocketing.

Love songs echo in moonlit shadows never touched nor held yet embraced by their own kiss sliding into a sublime spaciousness where all your extensions of reaching out dissolved into pure stainless brilliance.  Life a constant swooning into and through itself, dancing falling crashing into and through all names and ideas of a dream time song that has never left nor begun nor caught in its dance of utter awe of its own wonder.

 

A contrapuntal dream scape fell into a shoreless ocean rippling a soundless song of endless mirrored wall less canyons dissolving as mist in the morning sun.  Bathing in its own essence a seamless ease akin to love and joy yet without edges or place to point.  Moon exists only in its reflection. it cannot be pointed to, there is no one or substantial thing separate from this dream of light.  It is all moon shimmering reflections of reflections.   it is all gold radiating in all direction without direction or dimension or place or center or edge.   Flung like jewels across all and everything our tears reflecting our own wonderment

our own beauty

our own love

Crickets sing their love song in the dark the moon silently shines.  I'm just waltzing with the moon, rainbows in my hair, dancing in mid air on the edge of the dream..

How I love the feel of naked hearts singing

As sunset colors pierce the lengthening shadows in this 

The first

And last

Dance

Beautiful tears stream through your bareback eyes

A song of silent sorrow floods in a joyful rippling of love shared.

In the end there is only the song

Singing itself

Echoing deeply in and through its own iridescent rippling reflection

Morning delicately and tenderly unwraps her golden treasure of song that whispered your name in the dead of night.  Blooming into the day dream of you and me and we, such softness of this caress of light and shadow creating a canyon of echoes where we dance.  

This unutterable warmth that floods the empty songbook when I greet you bathes my heart with a certitude of this wondrous intimacy of a touchless touch.  I am not.  you are not.  We are not without each other

The unspeakable  beauty of your sublime aloneness and the magnificent dream of love Swirling together into this life of a sage who swoons in love as love through love with a seamless ease falling through the awe of simply being.  When someone says you're beautiful or I love you there is nothing here.  Yet all I can say to others is I love you you're beautiful. 

 

No longer wondering yet in awe of this magnificent emptiness of even love and emptiness, it feels like a summer love song streaming through every pore of my being that has no tags nor confines.  The why's and where's and who's left the empty house as the floors and walls and ceilings vanished in their obvious transparency.  Echoes resound through this brilliant unknowing, a flowing breeze pirouetting my mirrored skirts seems to dance me along.

I sing of what has no song yet sings me.

she listens to the softness 

contrapuntal colors 

bleeding through each other

through her belly

through her heart

an indefinable softness

sings 

water is the color 

sky is the sound

blue is the touch 

light is the taste

love has no color

yet is all color

merging into this song

of streaming rainbows 

sliding through me

As me 

intimate rhapsody of endless ocean 

sings itself 

cannot be known

yet you know its song

caught in the hands of moon 

night releases itself into sky

waves seem to punctuate the fathomless seas 

words seem to separate wetness 

from water

and you 

from me

You need not buy a ticket or enter the hall or pull up a chair to this sumptuous sensorial banquet.  You need not dive into or swim in this flowing river of song.  You need not find what seems to appear.  You need not try to be aware or awake to this wind ballet.  You need not capture this love that waltzes you,  or pin your feet to the dance floor 

There is none 

You are this uninterrupted symphony of perception and its inseparable recognition.  You cannot not be awake to it as you are it.  Just as it seems to appear 

Just as you think you are.  

This very thought stream painting this ever blooming ever wilting brilliant immediacy.... 

this is who you are 

dawn opened the door 

drew shadows on the threshold

sky flew in and pulled her out

swallowed her and spit her out 

her breath is empty 

there is no one breathing

singing

laughing

dancing

weeping 

loving 

cold mountain winds race down the dark canyon

longing for the hot desert bathing in sun

I hug my shoulders 

enchanted with the seamless dance of wind and sky 

last stars fade in the brightening sky

love gnaws my bones

sucks out the marrow of sunrise

and the death of moon  

bleeds onto the path

that no one follows

wondrous as I hear my story 

reflections of ancient wind songs

acres of sky

eons of love 

I am wind 

in wind 

dancing

One by one or all it once the knots untie themselves revealing a brilliant infinite even expanse without any effort or non effort, without anything needing to be done. As all trying or trying to not try are the knots tying themselves.

Love's glorious display enlivens the timeless now with the grace of magnificent indivisibility.  

Searing pure light burns away all imaginary shadows of this and that 

There is no possibility of going back to believing there are individual "things"--thoughts, emotions, sensations, moments --that have an independent nature.  

All is the seamless love expanse of open unbound perfection.  We dwell in perpetual ease and discover that we have never left this blissful all encompassing expanse.  Pure uncontrived ease and wonder saturate every moment. 

There are no limits no borders, no center, no corners or inside or outside.  Nothing to hang onto as there is no one to grasp and no things to hang onto.  Simply love shining as nothing less than everything.

This ecstatic love dance is super-saturated with even-ness and equalness without any reference points whatsoever.

There is a Joyful stability no matter what seems to appear.  

Swooning in love as love through love 

No longer confined to ideas of twoness or meaning or non meaning or freedom or non freedom 

Or anyone to be free or loved.

We are the softness of a caress from the inside and outside kissing itself.  From everywhere and nowhere love flows into love and weeps at the utter all encompassing silence, reverberating into echoes like never ending parentheses of hugs.  Reaching stretching into your own infinite intimate embrace life kisses you soundly.  You can feel your beautiful aliveness always. 

The ecstatic love dance swoons into itself through the prism of your rainbow eyes, rippling colors overflow into and through themselves.  Awash with loves timeless beauty. 

Seemingly swooshing and swirling and twirling waltzing light and shadow thirst for each other as night and day drink deeply this draft of love

And there's nothing in the middle and there is no outside to this wondrous love dance 

it hits you like a freight train that it has always been this way. 

There is no more looking for the other half of a kiss, it feels like the first and last kiss always.

You cannot fall into love or out of love as love has no sides

it is not separate from you and yet 

You and love are made up, and only flow when there is this and that, the heartbeat of existence...

Love swoons effortlessly into itself as I recognize myself through your beautiful beautiful eyes...

You can never see your own infinite intimate beauty or your own lovelight 

But I can 

And I love you for that

Love  

Breathes me 

Sings me 

Nakedly it erased my eyes and grew them anew 

I am the eyes of the day 

Intimate skinless 

Licked clean of dreams of tomorrow 

Morning slides through me 

Deeper than space folding on the sidewalk 

I paint the morning 

Yellow finches 

Rushing tires on the road 

Tea kettle ready to sing 

This music cannot be sung 

Or heard 

Or remembered 

Or forgotten 

This house this garden this life this love belongs to no one 

I am a stranger and a lover 

New and familiar 

Who gathered the shells on the coffee table 

Who loves so deeply she thought her heart might burst 

Who writes love letters in the dark 

To you 

That I may see my face 

In the reflection of your eyes 

I am love’s memories gently unwinding into the sunset

Tattered fringes of light and shadow dancing on the edge of the known as it falls into the unknown 

Swooning as a love dream that lept inside itself and discovered 

Sparkling 

Jewels 

Everywhere 

I love you

The book of days and nights fell apart in my hands

I hear it echo in the moonlight 

See it shimmer in the mid day sun 

Time lost its reflection

As love subsumed it all 

No one wanders as this rhythm of light 

Or dances as this melody of wonder 

Yet I find myself in love 

As love 

With this ever blooming 

Ever wilting dream scape

Mountains swoon into valleys without end 

Or beginning 

Days slide into night 

Death is always here 

How many years since love swallowed me 

I cannot say

Yet I can say 

I still love 

This love that I am 

That we are  

That this is 

and you find that what the sages have been singing about is simply this, your own life just as it is

we exist only as imaginary characters in this dream of duality. when the dream of this and that is no longer believed, there is a hyper awareness of being aware. 

yet it is known that it requires imaginary separation for awareness to be aware of being aware... 

it requires imaginary separation to recognize unicity. 

only through this uninterrupted symphony of perception and its inseparable recognition is awareness aware of being aware... 

it is known that awareness is not a thing, that there are no things, nor non things... 

It is known and felt that there are no separate moments or events, it feels like a unitary streaming... without edges... space flowing through space, light pouring through light...

it is known that there is no outside to the dream of objectified separation as outside and inside, like all this and that is made up, mentally fabricated.

many, seeing through the illusion of separation, realizing that there are no things nor a holder (you) of them, fill in the blank with awareness.... it is like a bigger better me.

there are no words for that which is not a that or this... ultimately we are nothing at all... an imaginary prism, a lens seemingly dividing an inside from an outside... a beautiful lens through which love and beauty enter the universe...

The beauty of wind is in its caress of absence 

this obvious seamless beauty embraces me from the inside and outside... it has erased all sides, and yet shimmers as an iridescent wave washing through me as me... as sunshine flowing kissing... itself 

it beckons me to sing of it.... yet it is not an it... this sublime emptiness that no one has yet I long to share.... speaking of it seems to capture it and erase it... this love swirling down the canyon paints me and this song, and these tears... this is the song where we meet and cannot touch and disappear into each other....

day dissolves on the distant hills 

last bird leaves the feeder

gathering dusk in the plum tree

I am this nakedness 

dancing 

circles of empty light 

breathing 

weight of darkness

melting 

no one wears this dress of shadows 

swirling 

or wades through this carpet of moonlight 

singing

after the rain

blossoms paint the sidewalk

flowing dust motes catch the morning 

but cannot hold it 

spider webs weave sunlight 

arched fluted tapestry of light in light 

filaments of gold in gold 

drops of rainbows suspended 

reflect my eyes 

finches call each other into this dance 

this soaring dream of wonder 

pirouette into a song 

that I cannot sing

yet long to 

here are these words I sing to you 

they are not mine to give 

disappearing as they arise

like the summer sun

glistening so beautifully

delicately in your eyes 

I weep at your beauty

and long to kiss this wonder 

into you 

so that we may sit 

in awe

at the day

a pair of eyes painted on the glass

lipstick smudge 

trying to kiss life

drink this magic 

this swirling kaleidoscopic echo land dream

eating the rainbow leaves 

shards of sky in your mouth 

your heart 

where is the treasure

in this empty glass 

whose words reflect the sunrise? 

whose tears filled this glass this mirror that runs the water color paint of dreams? 

whose rainbow fills these empty brush strokes?

who made these empty foot prints that crumble into dust

into mud 

into sunlight 

acres of tears cleansed these eyes

that no one wears 

it was the emptiness you longed for 

that drank you

and left you spinning

weeping

dancing 

soaring skinless

naked and utter alone

no one wears this beautiful rainbow garment 

this swirling gown of mirrors

this nakedness

these tears

Wings of feathered sky

Sharing the sunrise
Worlds apart
Knowing they can never touch
Lost in each other’s flowing colors..

all this and that is simply an enchanting illusion
this brilliant immediacy
utterly obvious
naturally present
vast clear radiant
has no edges nor split nor division anywhere

only in this flowing description
rainbow painting on the river
whirlpools and eddies and waves surging and dissolving
longing to greet the ocean
there seems to be a story
and a story teller
but we are sumptuous fairy tales
shadows in the dark
light twirling in light
a wind ballet in wind
wet in wet the water sings itself
like this pearly iridescent shell...
the vastness calls you from the deep
calls you home
the home you never left

wind sings of love and love lost
and beauty pours from your eyes
or are they mine?
we are this broken hearted beauty
as real as tomorrow




inky black hides behind mountain moon
I bathe in its cool light
first finches sing in the plum tree
last crickets fade
time descends
thin pale dawn slides over the canyon
garbage truck roars down the street
sound cannot break this silence
nor dark this light
I am the sky dancing
night and day pulsing
heartbeat of solitude
this breath of seamless ease
embraces me
sings me




dissolved into midnight beauty
howling at the moon and hearing only the echo of my own voice
I need imaginary others to hear my song
without a song, there is no singer
a river needs its banks to flow....
midnight bathes in the sound of your heart weeping
love the heartbeat of life...
this pulsating aliveness looking and feeling like anything at all

I have no eyes no teeth no skin no smile no breath no song no heartbeat without your eyes to show me my reflection
I am loves reflection

the end of the need to capture the sun bathes me in sunlight's beauty and I fall softly softly into liquid sky
naked and unafraid that no one is wearing this nakedness



moon sails the sky
reflections appear and disappear
clouds dance with their shadows
in perfect precision
kissing at the top of the canyon
sky in sky

sky breathes into the drapery of night

spills down the canyon walls 

pools in echoes swirling at your feet 

there is a dance 

you know

deep within 

where sky kisses sky 

in a loop de loop lasso around the sun

through the clouds and rain 

in your heart

in your dreams

the night time dream is filled with sky

as are you 

there are no pieces of sky for you to eat one by one

nor a you to gather them 

it must swallow you whole 

and spit you out

for you to remember this seamless dance 

of light and dark

light swoons through light through this empty heart of moon glow

bleeding 

its heart beat is this song 

of words and silence

it fills these shoes with memories

dancing 

and names the birds 

yellow 

it is their morning song 

this brightening sky

and lingering night

her fingertips combed the edges of air

ragged twisted elegant wings 

her heart poised on the terrace of sky

waiting for lift off

the sumptuous feeling of the caress of wind

in-between her fingers and toes

gently gently piercing stabbing all ideas of solidity 

desert raven soars above 

cawing in a language which she begins to understand

the magic of flight 

has always been known 

merely ignored 

never forgotten

never not this ballet of wind and feathers 

and endless sky

Saying 

This is it

Implies that there is a that 

That is not it 

There is no that 

Nor this 

There is no field beyond right and wrong 

As beyond is made up 

There is no outside to what’s going on 

As outside and inside are made up 

Like all this and that 

You and me 

Light and dark 

Love and hate 

Knowing this feels like love 

Feeling the seamless ease of not believing in imaginary separation 

Yet playing in the fields of separation 

Where every blade of grass 

Every flower 

Every color 

Oh my!

The deep reds of trailing roses 

Golden sunrise and sunset 

Day and night soaring through me 

As I am the waltz of light and shadow 

I am the flowing 

The rippling reflection 

And the waters 

laughing 

Slow gentle rain eases 

shimmer of moon sails over the canyon wall

Cricket chorus fades 

deep hush before dawn 

morning finches sleep 

Arabesque of trees 

Catch the first light 

wind sweeps down the canyon 

Bringing the scent of high mountain rains 

I am the tree tops 

And the wind 

Dancing

moonlight floods the garden path

walking on clouds

footless

It seems she had always been searching for endless sky 

...forever homeless 

once she found a perfect skeleton of a hawks wing 

featherless 

and left it to the desert winds 

What good is a wing that can’t fly? 

Where could she take a treasure 

When there was no place 

No one 

She could trust?

She is the memory of the slanting sun on the red canyon walls 

a lost little girl 

Weeping 

Who found the beauty

Of flight

fragrance of memories lost 

flowers pressed between the pages of a book

slipping between the cracks in the sidewalk 

there is no one to gather them

or hold them

or let them loose

a life unbound 

unread

unsought

twirls down the canyon

an empty dress 

sky falls away from its tethers

roses fall away from their redness 

wetness falls away from the river 

weeping softly 

hours before dawn

a morning bird

time lost its skin

tattoos faded

no one left to wear the morning 

or hear the sunrise kiss the canyon 

slowly waltzing with the cottonwoods 

deer grazing on the long grasses 

rippling stream 

sun dancing 

memories sing an apparent songstress 

it's a love song of golden yellow falling 

drinking deeply 

this unabridged life

Mirror mirror on the wall... enchanted with your own reflection you seek to find the source, and there is none.  It's not that the writing is on the wall
It is it.  You are and always have been Bathing in your own natural brilliance.

All description paints the dream.
Amazing how naturally and spontaneously the brain seems to divide what's going on and then attempts to glue infinite subtance-less pieces into an imaginary whole
I love it.  When the flowing thought dream is not believed it is a most beautiful undermutter creating all and everything in this magnificent passion play. It's all in the tender sweetness of our eyes.



Tears melt rainbows into glass and shatter your dreams of finding future perfection.  piercing your tough exterior your own love heart magic eviscerates ravishes the very core of who you thought you were and renders you utterly bereft of hope and fear.  Life and wind and light soaring through you as you are skinless soaring in the warm evening breeze.  Waking amazed, standing utterly naked knowing there is not even nothing under your tender nakedness,  the universe flowing through you as you.  Sun slides across the sky from horizon to horizon loving the imaginary edges that touch the sky.

I never actually meet anyone.  I just fall in love, story-less.  No one is a stranger yet we can never know each other.  We exist only in the imaginary spaces in between.  On the surface we are lovers but really we are each other, there is no me nor you.

love is an idea just like you as there were never two to merge.  Yet the seamless ease of knowing and feeling always that there are no things nor holder of them is like love, but far beyond any idea we might have had about love, as there is no hope or fear.   This love is unowned.  your heart drops and love bleeds into the dream.  I am explodes into we are.  It was never your heart. it was never your love. we exist solely as this dream.  there is knowing that we are and all thingness is made up yet living and loving as the dream of separation.  sliding rainbows shimmer and are seen only in their own reflections.  we are an amalgam of learned shared words ideas and concepts. simply put, we are made up. It is in the imagined spaces between notes where the melody is born, a pure tone without overtones has no life no richness.  It takes the illusion of twoness to know there are no two.  Simply beyond logic or reason.  The sweep of dawn erases the shadows of apparent duality.  There is no place left to hide and no one left to hide.  Pure light of clarity pierces you deeply there is no turning back, there is no back.

How amazing that all perception arises evenly and equally without any effort.  this seamless beingness is always on yet rarely noticed, and all effort to recognize it seems to obscure it.

It is neither emptiness nor non-emptiness.  Nor both nor neither.  extending infinitely in every direction without direction or space subsuming all thingness indefinitely reaching everywhere and nowhere.  Subsuming all things it is beyond all extremes yet includes them.  A shoreless ocean waving crashing, a silent sonic boom.  It is beyond freedom nor non-freedom when there is no one left to be free.

Erasing all notions of this and that
Burning subsuming all ideas of twoness
Shadows are but memory stories reflections Ungraspable shimmering on mists of unobscured brilliance

Your eyes licked clean by your own light

It is simply unbelievable unutterably wondrous as all extremes fall away time dies, yet this and that still move
in this perfect stillness.

Mists like many colored droplets shower through you and you sink.  Your heart drops yet it still beats.
Passionate yet dispassionate.
Intimately played soundlessly felt and sung with utter abandon.

You are the dance it sings itself.
Marvelously so without any effort
Crystalline words appear and the two step begins.  Obviously apparent yet having no separate existence thingness blooms like a many petaled rainbow and simultaneously weeps infinitely varied shadows dancing on the edge where colors die and run down your daydream and dissolve in the night.  Dripping sensuousness into existence love radiates magnificently into itself.  Walking on the edge of the vastness ocean crashing on unseen shores
glimmering moonlight peeks in a sigh of a place we used to hide.

Ah! The touch of nothing the consuming union of space and light.  The play of echo and shadow.  The continuity of completeness.  Overwhelmed by the exquisite nature of all things and nothing at all.  Irrevocably sublime.  Naturally perfect.  Only ever none other than this as it seems to appear.  A cool breeze on a hot summers day.  Stretching your toes as you lie in your comfy bed.  All hearts desire answered.  No more questions.  Nothing to attain.  Nothing to fulfill.  Sublime quiescence.  Natural perfection.  The magnificence and mind blowing awe of.  Simply this.  Absolutely unavoidably
Yes

wings of feathered sky

brush flowers on the sidewalk

under the dancing trees

neath the wind song

arabesque of hush

pierces the day 

crochets the night

sumptuous edgeless three d light fabric

mirrored skirts twirling 

flowing reflections of reflections 

neither still nor moving

sky blooms 

finch filled morning 

sings 

love's memories echo on the canyon walls

spill into the shadows

and light the day

baseless shimmering reflections, brilliant beyond measure....

spinning turning dancing twisting twirling rushing roaring without movement or stillness.... 

you turn around to face yourself and find ...not even nothing...

....center less jewels... everywhere.... everyone you meet you fall in love... 

as through the reflection in their eyes you catch a glimpse of your own beauty ...and emptiness.... 

the feeling of solidity loses its grasp... on nothing.... even empty is too full a word to kiss the kiss of side-less glances... 

in the morning hush you hear your own heart beating and yet it is no longer yours... but you recognize your song in the finches and robins and wind soaring down the canyon... and you are the tree tops dancing and the wind and the feeling of seamless ease that has erased the edges between inside and outside that never were.... 

it was only a dream within the dream that prevented you from seeing that you are the dream... full and complete ... never broken ...yet empty... 

even love, that one thing you held out your heart for... dies.... 

this feeling cannot be captured with the razor of thought or words or concepts, ever intimate and infinite and uncaptureable, it is beauteous beyond measure or song

I often call this love yet it is beyond any ideas I had of love before... it is leaves dancing... walking through the light and shadow magic carpet flowing across the sidewalk... tapestries of space weaving and unweaving themselves with infinite color and no color at all... symphonies of surround sound beating your heart and the rush and tympani of the canyon night....

it is a wind ballet swirling through a pirouette of wonder.... in you as you through you.... and yet there is a sublime emptiness which no one left or entered... 

so vast that even the furthest reaches of space can never fill it as it has no edges... nor center.... 

and you find yourself in the center, still dancing, you are the dance and the dancer yet the dance floor has fallen away... 

you are breathless yet you are breath itself

I love these songs that can evoke this feeling of sumptuous lostness... 

these ambiguous words which can leave the mind hanging... 

skip it out of the grooves of assumed knowing... 

and an unknowable music can be heard... in the distance... and from inside... 

like songs you heard before you could listen... melancholy and joy combined... 

so unbearably beautiful tears flow and flow and you are the wetness and the saltiness as you slide into the sea of dreams you never left...

searching for the meaning of yellow

blossoms into a song without end

or beginning

that sings her

memories of love weave traceries of sky 

words sketch a silhouette 

the center is empty

and flows outside of the lines 

edges extend without end 

and cannot be found 

cloud flowers weep

as they dissolve into their own reflection 

what is yellow?

what is love?

where does it end  

and this poem begin? 

where are my lines 

when these lines sing me?

Where never and forever crash into each other these daylight dreams waltz in rhythmless slumber.  Life whispers uncountable melodies where the last note seems to be always missing and creates a feeling of lack, of just missing the right key that would resolve the questionless questions that pirouette into a spinning tale of you and next.

Looking for wings to enfold you and stretch across the starry skies with lullabies to hold you in the grasp of love's embrace kept them folded into your next breath your next heartbeat your next step that never occurred.  What if this was truly it and no prince or princess or eternal now would save you from a kiss-less kiss?

Searching for that other half kept you feeling strangled yet you had no choice but to swoon in love's swan song creating ripples that mesmerized your fear of dying into vague fairy tales that now
You cannot ignore.

What if this sparkling life just as it seems to appear really is all there is?  Will you fly into a gazillion pieces if you stop trying to relax?  Deaths shadow always at your bow still the sun slides across your tears as you water the ocean of love.  Showers of moon light beckon your nakedness to dance, and you find the ship you thought you were sailing has always sailed itself in the sea of dreams where even love lost its shadow in the murmurings of all your dreams.  Aglow with wonder knowing there is no one under your mirrored glance of awe, still the dance of rippling tides seems to keep your heartbeat thumping in the rhythm of the night.



Knowing there are no things to fall....
No reference points anywhere or nowhere. You exist only as an imaginary reference point around which the rest of the dream swirls...

It feels like an infinitely faceted center-less jewel feeling everyone everything deeply. Life spinning it's cats cradle with fingers of emptiness catching nothing and the sparkling jewels is the spinning itself.
You exist only as a dream character in time. This is as real as it gets. As imaginary characters, as conceptual beings, we can only know or see the conceptual or worded world of separation. Yet it can be intuited always that we are and all thingness is made up.

Life is not eternal as eternal is a long time and there is none. Have you ever found the beginning and end to a moment? Are there separate moments?
Is there a you separate from the ever emerging ever blooming ever wilting momentary?
Or separate from this obvious brilliant immediacy that disappears as soon as it seems to arise?

Goin' dooooooown the faceless highway, climbing up the river of tears.  How many paths did I follow trying to feel my way through the endless cloud covered night.  Longing to touch the great unknown, my heart shattered into shards that pierced all the hopes and fears and dreams that I was.  I was ground into powdered tears that showered glittering stardust through a mirror brightly as I crashed into and through my own brokenness.  Infinite pieces of nothing flew forever and never touched the end of the sky.

The essence of life cannot be stopped or grasped with words.  Trying to lasso a rainbow or hold sunlight in your hand, run your tender fingers through a kitten's fur in a picture or kiss a lovers reflection in your eyes.  Yet words fly through your window sometimes, and as they break the pain and your heart wide open, you realize you are the dragons fiery breath as it burns you and the golden treasure you longed for.  

It was your own arrow you shot, long ago, before you slipped into your suit of armor made of all those ideas of what life should be like, like a straight jacket, as you hid in secret places where love could not touch.  Your heart falls apart and the wind blows it away.  All the seems that held you together fold into themselves and erupt, and a river of tears flows through you and washes away the lines.  

The storm clouds part and the vastness is seen.  Light floods your being as you throw away your umbrella.  It never could stop the rain or prevent you from drowning in your tears.  Mist clings to the rocky mountain tops and swirls through space blurring the edges of where you thought you were as there is no concern for where you believed you must go.  It's like a welcome home, I love you, sliding into your own warmth that you had never left, the all encompassing embrace of this utter intimacy of yourself.   

Your face is etched with smiles they are rivers for tears.  You cannot think of anything that needs adornment, fallen inbetween the cracks, enchanted with unlined edgelessness.  

No one can color between nonexistent lines with crayons of fixed hue, morning is a magical brush sweeping across the canyon.  Sky dresses itself in an ever changing miracle and this sweet song of love paints your beautiful reflection in my eyes.