All the world sings

slowly slowly 

soft breath of evening

elegantly caresses

autumn slumber

spills its gold

gently gently 

onto the garden path

graceful curve

of summer into fall

where are September's skies?

boundless ocean

spills into itself

love sweeps shadows

into light

and light

into dark

erases the lines

between sea and sky

between never and forever

between you and me 

pours echoes of dreams

that no one dreamt 

into itself

through these hands

that could never catch the moon

through these lips

that could never kiss the sun

through these tears

that could never fill this sea of dreams

that they were never separate from

from that first starlit night

when I saw my shadow

flowing in front of me

I wandered the desert dream

looking for what I knew not

at the edge of moonlight

I saw my reflection in the mist

that seemed to obscure the vast vast emptiness

that I feared

and longed for

no one fell over the edge

and plummeted to her demise

no one returned 

to the land of endless echoes

to sing of love's demise

and the unutterable beauty

of love

I go outside to feed the doves

and find their feathers scattered 

forgotten love songs

remnants of dreams

of flying

like vague and familiar faces flowing

in clouds painted with dawn's light

they cannot hold the stories they tell

summer's last breath of downy feathers

kisses my neck

morning sun bows to its refection 

twirls with its echo in the garden ponds

I spy the shy birds looking down at me

from the high wires 

trapeze artists

swoop and swirl

incise the sky

my story

writes itself with disappearing ink

love

its trembling heart

cannot be captured

and why would you want to

hold beauty?

your hand would hide it!

beauty requires your eyes

to see itself

just as I need your eyes

to see mine

And you are so beautiful 

I love you 

I am you

And there is no me 

Nor you 

Nor love

But

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh.....

This radiant love 

Overwhelming 

All encompassing 

Intimately infinitely

Joy overflowing

Cascading through itself

Bursting blooming infinitely exploding

Petals of wonder

Un-contained

Un-graspable

Boundless spaciousness 

Without space

Yet even this 

Is not 

Nothing has happened 

Nothing will happen 

Nothing can be happening now 

As there are no things 

Not even nothing

Nothing ever is 

You cannot step away from this 

As there is no outside

And no one to find it 

I was the looking for an echo of a memory that could not be found

Or articulated

When it was realized

That there was no one looking

And nothing to find 

No one to realize this unfathomable emptiness

No sides no middle no beginning nor end

Always blooming and wilting 

Without ever being 

Or not being 

...joy sorrow wonder love 

All ideas of being 

And not 

Fell through the looking glass

Fell through time

And timelessness 

Fell through meaning 

And non meaning 

If I could pour all this unutterable joy into a glass for you to drink it...

You would fall through your reflection and explode into infinite love 

Which you already are 

Except there is no one to be this love 

Or wear it’s multicolored dream coat

It’s all love

Beyond all ideas of love  

no one walked backwards through these footsteps

erasing the path no one followed

no one wears these sensuous whirls and swirls on their fingertips

or watches them fade into the rippling

leaving not a wake nor tale

nor anyone to tell it

feet dissolve in midnight soaring

sunlight blossoms

kissing shadows into light

sky flowers into clouds

and there is no gathering their untamable beauty

nothing can be contained

there is no hand

nor heart

to gather the day

no one to sing the song

that you have felt quickening in your heart

since the morning you first tied your shoes

and joined the dance

of forever and never

where time loses her shadow 

and love is neither shy nor bold

but waits patiently on the dance floor

quietly slipping off your shoes

as you plummet through the dance floor

and dissolve into

liquid sky

Everyone I see I want to stroke their cheek or hug them 

everyone I see I want to tell them how beautiful they are

 and how much I love them 

but I've learned how to hide this love

that is not mine

nor yours

has no name

nor non name 

Sigh

Tears

......shhhhhhhhhhhhh

I love you

I am you

and we are not

nor is love 

we are but an echo's kiss

swooning into itself

how soft the wind sighs

as it listens to its own song

sung by no one

sung by everyone 

can you feel your lips moving?

can you hear love singing?

can you feel your heart beating madly in love 

with love?

no one wears the colors of autumn

slowly

slowly 

falling

no one weaves this carpet of dusk

slowly

slowly 

fading

wind spins the fabric of wind

streaming soaring 

sky falls gently into sky

light pirouettes with light

space is a shadow's dream

pouring though itself

leaving not a kiss

or rainbow

beauty sings of beauty

but can never find the words

or a melody

all words 

and silence

are its song

all is perfect harmony

a pure tone

exploding

and imploding 

simultaneously 

without time

or non time

falling through infinite overtones

and undertones

of color and hue

and all the colors we hear birds and butterflies can see

flowers sing

but do not know their names

hummingbirds know not their beauty

nor do they know anything of flight

love and beauty are our stories

you can hear the ancient song of seas

it is your breath

your blood flowing

your heartbeat is the

waves pounding endless shores

love streams into the ocean

it never left

all is ocean

there are no waves

there is no wetness

there is no ocean

light cascades down the canyon

spills through my naked heart

...beating

light and dark is the rhythm of the universe

here and there

you and me

love

and love lost

this heart was never mine

love has no sides

nor center

it spins itself

and unravels

without time

or place

or emptiness

or fullness

nor all of these

nor none of these

words are the woof and warp

that seem to entwine scraps of sky

into a passion play of clear days

and stormy nights

of moon 

and no moon

a dance of sound and silence

...but you know there was never a never

or a forever...

or a place to rest your weary heart

wind brushes through stillness

painting itself with falling leaves

this cricket song may be the last

or first

you ever hear

The song of ancient galaxies

Ripped through my heart

Tearing my hands 

From winds

They never held 

Rush of silence taps on the window

I watch my reflection fade into light

My head blossoms into infinite stars

Slicing night and day into ribbons of sky

Diamonds cascade through rivers of sunlight 

Sparkling hymns of color dance

Listen to the song of the universe 

Rippling through the autumn leaves 

Wind pours her shadow into a song of night

No words can play the song inside your heart

In the deepest darkest corners 

Silence sings your name

Never the same 

Always the same

You can never know this love

As there is nothing other

You can never sing the song

That sings you

Consonants form your tongue and teeth 

Vowels move your lips

Into this very kiss

...and when all hope dissolves

wind sighs into itself

reclines into the softness

of this ever emerging

ever dissolving

softness

darkness sings hymns to the absent moon

moon slides through the other side of night

behind the mirror 

there is no one looking

no one singing

of shattered glass

shards of endless reflections

falling

falling

star showers

gracefully pierce the sky

leaving no footprint

nor echo

nor stillness

in the glass

you held tightly

as your fingers let go

of the known world

you watch your image fade

drinking deeply

this bottomless treasure

that drinks you

intoxicated with sublime emptiness

shimmering iridescence dances on the rim of your glass

falling

falling

falling

echoes of echoes have no source nor anywhere to travel

sailing through all ideas of solidity ...without direction

landing nowhere

neither lost

nor found

rippling through the sea of dreams

drunken moon descends 

without ears you can hear her silence howling

sliding wordlessly into her shimmering reflection

she kisses the horizon 

undoing the laces of night

breaking the sound barrier between night and day

she wore your nakedness

a cloak of echoes

jewels of unsigned tears

adorned her brilliance

or was it your fire

that burnt itself

in the hearth

the pyre

of love

ropes of wind braid the sunrise

tresses of oranges and reds flow through your face

anoint your waiting

with promises

that can never be kept

of a new day

another night...

the wedding ring slides off your finger

spinning a dream of yesterday

where someone was lost

and someone was found

ascending on moon's silver wings

your reflection plummeted back into the sun

as it swallowed the earth

and every trace of your footsteps

you could never track

it was the wetness

that led you here

standing on the edge of everything

and nothing

one foot on the fading horizon

one foot whooshing with the tides

out 

in 

out 

in

directionless

homeless

perfection

 and when there are no words... there is not even nothing

love soars through winged sky

intoxicated

with the perfume of her own demise

rising again

through flames and ashes

where light and dark meet

love spins the fabric of the universe

sound and silence 

and colors dance

behind your eyes

into this passion play of love

and love lost

in this fairy tale

wondrous beyond words

love drowns in her own drunkenness

as sky dissolves into sky

feathers falling

falling

falling

falling

Last crow

In love with his silhouette

Moon sings hymns to the night

Silver shadows slide up the mountain

Oceans spill through your eyes

Liquid songs reverberate your
Trembling reflection

Into a dream

Forgotten

suspended 

without place

Or time

Poems written with morning sky
Hang from shadows 

Descending

Plunge into the sea of words

We are shimmering echoes

Memories of memories
Swimming in the summer sun

is the bird song less beautiful when you cannot find her

...or more?

how to measure beauty

when the beauty is this unknowing

which cannot be found

or lost?

all solidity is imagined 

including the wearer of the hands

that would hold it

and the owner of the heart

that longs for it

breathing 

silently

all the world sings

you do not have to strain to hear

the aliveness pouring through your heart

coming from everywhere

and no where

there is no source to this flowing

which neither dances 

nor sings

without you

this need not and cannot be known

or touched

or gathered into bouquet of tangle-weeds

or placed inside your crumbling footsteps

you cannot step apart from it

or enter it

it cannot be divided

as it has no edges

nor center

nor any qualities at all

how marvelous that love is not a thing

that can be owned

or gathered

it is unknowable

yet is known deeply

when all ideas of love

explode 

no one walks along the path of no tomorrow

wandering through the garden

I can hear the finches

among the tangling bushes

and the trees

so tall

their branches seem to hold the sky

This intimacy of life

dawn does not hide
the setting moon
breathes gently on my window
illuminates
dove's interrupted flight
as she tried to soar
through her reflection

feathered shell of moonlight
fades into day

there are no edges to the emptiness you fear
it swallows you
and you find you were only an imaginary lover
waiting on time's doorstep
one half of a kiss
falling through your own lips

cricket song
early dusk
sounds of autumn
winter birds arrive
hungry for spring


I am a river of reflected light
drowned in pools of echoes
A mirage sinking into stone
saturated in morning moon



morning greets the thinning moon
shadows pour from the looming hills
dark into light
light into dark
when is the end of tomorrow?
why is it written in your heart?
a stone you cannot release
a fire that will not cease
as it feeds on itself
how can the longing end
when you are the longing?
as you seem to dissolve
into the knowing of no tomorrow
time loses its footsteps

you discover there is no one to merge
and no thing to merge with
no god no source
no stars to guide you
no harbor in this shoreless ocean
this sea of dreams
is your only home
you cannot cross it
or wait for your return

you hear whispers that there is an end to this journey
that no one is taking
an end to the long dark night
of pain and twisted shadows
and glimpses of joy
and ever present brilliance
some seem to linger in this oscillation
and some seem to bathe
in the collision of joy and sorrow and awe
one foot dissolved in seamless sea
one foot dancing
In the shimmering face of love


windy night unties itself
from the mountains
from the garden
from the blooming clouds
from my anchor-less feet

no one danced in the starless night
consumed in the breath of darkness
no one carried shadows
into the morning

I am not the wind
nor the tether of night
nor the bearer of dawn
there is no night
nor day
nor wind to meander
through the dreamland

light and dark
and all color
lipstick smudges
blood spattered mirrors
shatter
pierce all and everything
with unbearable love

can you hear the sound of your heart breaking?
it is not your heart
nor your love
there is no one to carry it
nor place to hide
the furthest reaches of day and night
dissolve
into unknowable vastness
without space
without time
without emptiness


love is a poem that sings us
petals open
bask in sparrow song
the out breath is the weeping
of infinite shadows
tenderness wilts
into its own softness
a thin thread of wind sighs
over our graves
planted in moonlight
mists slowly dissolve
the garden

infinite sky
folds into sky
such unfathomable beauty
I watch you mouth the words
that flow through my heart
and we almost touch
before we fall into each other
and disappear


how shallow the mountain
how deep the sky
counting the stars
within
without
rose petals fall
skim the surface of night

what beats this heart
this echo of a dream within a dream
within a dream...
it beats itself
like the moon streaming across the sky
its all reflected light
without a source

afterimages of moon glow
shine
immeasurable
this life without edges
without beginning
or end
or middle
always blooming
always wilting
this edgeless center less singularity
inseparable from the virtual reality
of this and that
and me and you
and love


wind slides through low slung trees
golden leaves scuttle down the path
cliffs are bathed in amber clouds
sparrows hidden in the plum tree
begin the chorus of dawn

is this the breath of morning
or is it mine?

where is this silence
that sank like a stone
this ultimate grief
that swallowed my heart?
where is this emptiness
that demolished the house of love
and all who lived there?

emptiness untangles
the web of words
and we lose our skins
our hearts
and the very ground of being
and find
there is nothing underneath
our beautiful nakedness
nothing to wear this all encompassing love

what is this song
that sings our names so sweetly
and weaves the magic carpet
on which we soar

this is our song
can you hear it singing?
every note
every word
every heartbeat
echoes...
paints your beautiful face
love's scintillating reflection
into my heart


awakening
endarkening
how beautifully the dream spins itself
raveling and unravelling
blooming and wilting
sound and silence
color and light
and dark

clearly clearly
without any one to know
thought paints echoes
of a flowing dreamscape
that has no edges
nor center
nor outside
from which to view it
or change it
or pour endless love letters
into the sea of dreams

ripples endlessly flowing
caused by no stone
nor wind
even your beautiful reflection
has no face
even this beauty
this awe
this heartbreakingly wondrous
unknowing
spin into this fairytale
of love

this dream of a dream within a dream
sourceless reflections twirl
above and below
into and through each other
seemingly drawing lines
with space and time

between here and there
there is no distance
when all measurement is made up
there is no before or after
when separate moments are imaginary
there is no outline of sky
nor inline of tree
nor any thing that can be captured
as there is no hand to grasp the flowing
that neither moves
or stays still
no one who sings
nor is silent

we are but
an echoes dream
there is no sound
no dream...
no words...
yet all these words
paint the dream


first dove carries the dawn
into the garden
she does not know of flying
Oh! how I longed for wings!

morning streams over the canyon walls
darkness slides into the shadows
love kissed me with her indelible vastness
and it was not the dove nor me nor love soaring...
lit from within
and without
erasing all sides
and the middle
love's unfathomable light
pours through itself

it is this
always
without time
or space
life's intimate
infinite
embrace
falling through itself


no one wears this star strewn sky
or its myriad inseparable shades of blue
this light bejeweled rainbow garment
of mirrors
has no owner
as it shimmers and slides into its own reflection

infinite sky plunges into fathomless depths
tossing and twirling the sea of edgeless dreams
waves crest and catch the dawn
fall into rainbows
pour through my eyes
soft sea winds
dance on my cheeks
dry these tears
that no one weeps
for everything
for nothing

how I wandered the wind swept beaches
naked and alone
picking up every shell
begging to know their magic
I held them to my ears
and heard the lullaby of my heart
setting them back down
trying not to disturb the silence
wind erased my footsteps
love songs are written with wind
in wind

river of distance and time
longs for the shore-less ocean
where day and night
here and there
dissolve
can you hear its song?
it is the morning doves
on the telephone pole
it is the canyon winds
singing your name
...like all names
indecipherable


and we are a temporary lens between an imaginary inside and out
a transparent membrane singing sound and silence
a crystalline prism painting light and dark
and color...
dancing twirling swirling exploding imploding into infinite shades of love
beauty breathes our lips into a kiss a song a cascade of wonder greeting itself
kissing itself
evaporating all sides
inside the blink of an eye
that is never shut
nor open


The mirror parts
Leaving only infinite reflections of reflections
All sides disappear
and there is no middle
or source to this echo land dreamscape.

The imaginary line between inside and outside and all things disappears
Life slips through its own fingers
All and everything radiant jewels blooming and wilting
simultaneously
Wind softly softly
ripples infinite tears
suspended
In a spider web
spinning reflections into this dream of love

When imaginary separation it is no longer believed
it is no longer felt
But you have nothing to do with this!
it is not circumstantial
and does not happen to you.
You can examine what’s going on and see that there is no outside to what’s happening
And therefore no other
No better
No more
And no next
Yet then you will look elsewhere or try to do something else to know this, or get this...
The belief remains as you are it.
There is no believer.
You can look and realize there is no unchanging thing that thinks feels or believes,
yet that does not erase the feeling that there is a something unchanging here,
inside life,
doing it,
or the feeling that thoughts and feelings
and life
is happening to a someone.

It’s not about feeling ‘oneness’ with everything as there are no things and no one big thing.

Trying to do anything or nothing to ‘get’ this will solidify the illusion of a separate do-er.
Especially if it feels like your attempts are succeeding!
You are the belief in separation,
you do not have that belief,
the shift is more akin to the brain no longer believing the entire charade it is constructing.

quite often people ask me if they should go to a satsang or meeting with a teacher.

I usually say that enlightenment cannot be taught or learned or given away, and when looking at the teacher I can most often say that the person has no idea what I am singing about.

however, when a friend of family member is looking for relief from depression or anxiety or pain I recommend meditation or exercise.

awakening is not about feeling better!

it is not an adding of spiritual belief so you can bathe in love.

it is a ripping and shredding of all belief, and since you are belief it hurts like hell!

I look at the costs and am amazed!

I see the desperation of seekers and am reminded of what it was like for me...

and I weep

some ask me to give meetings
but that would be stealing!
for if you give money you expect something in return

however, you can buy all my books for a fraction of the price of a satsang

and I can promise you
you will get nothing
as there is nothing to get
and no one to get it

exquisite rhythms of fluted light

whirls and swirls of light and shadow

fingerprints of time fade on the window

memories fall through the glass

rainbows on the rim pour through me 

as I drink deeply

and watch my reflection swallow me

what is a reflection

when there is no one looking?

simply echoes of light

passing through themselves

leaving no wake

nor traces of tomorrow

to put my finger on

and write my name in the condensation

the remnants of my breath

fade with the glass

and disappear 

into this very kiss

I was trying to pinpoint the echo of a melody 

I had forgotten long long ago 

My lips mouthed the words 

I could not remember

But I could feel the exhale 

Of perfection

I was the inbreath of longing

Trying to stop time

So I could capture beauty

And never die

One day time died 

It was pierced by its own memory 

And I fell off the timeline

Between birth and death 

I plunged into the abyss of my own reflection 

my silhouette unfolded her wings

And dissolved into endless sky 

Where the sea meets her shadow 

The sun basks in her own warmth and light

And we fall into and through each other

Laughing

web of moon

lace of trees

mountain cascades into sea

love has no branches and cannot hold sky

nor light

nor darkness

nor even itself

love is an avalanche

that erases all distinction

yet is a mirror

of infinite reflection

piercing you deeply

so that you forget

and remember

this intimacy of life

kissing you from the inside

and out

this skinless touch

is all that there ever is

or was

or will ever be

it is the death of time

and the space that time forgot

exploding into itself

again

again

and 

again

canyon winds are bathed in moonlight

softness of an early autumn

here is the warmth of summer

wrapped in my shawl

star light lace flowing behind the trees

life paints this dreamscape

it cannot step outside of itself

it is a ballet of one

twirling with itself

without edges

or hands

or hearts

to capture it

of course it is precious beyond imagination

beyond meaning or non meaning

beyond beauty

or any ideas of love

you know this magic deeply

but you cannot touch it

dancing with yourself

like sky in sky

the middle explodes

there are no edges to infinite blue

the treasure is the not knowing 

the unfindable untraceable unfathomable nature

of life doing itself

just like this

weaving and unweaving

a tapestry of rainbows

with out a loom

or endless threads

without beginning

or end

what tales unravelled the storybook of me?

how was my heart ripped out

how did I lay there bleeding

with no one to sing with of this sublime anguish

how was it that love bled into the dream

and why is this brokenness so beautiful?

after the tsunami

there are tears

joy and sorrow and awe and love

have merged 

I have no idea how I feel

I have giving up looking

all ideas of self reflection are gone

there is no one left

only in this fairytale of love

does it seem like there is a someone

and another to love

a here and there

to dos-y-dos

a call and answer love song

singing itself

exquisite rhythms of fluted light

whirls and swirls of light and shadow

fingerprints of time fade on the window

memories fall through the glass

rainbows on the rim pour through me 

as I drink deeply

and watch my reflection swallow me

what is a reflection

when there is no one looking?

simply echoes of light

passing through themselves

leaving no wake

nor traces of tomorrow

to put my finger on

and write my name in the condensation

the remnants of my breath

fade with the glass

and disappear 

into this very kiss