stillness rippling

words weave an enchantment which holds my heart

even as it is exploding

songs wash through long tendrils of thought

revealing my naked eyes

I glimpse fishes in the rippling light

moving my heart with a rhythm that has no words

silvering through golden reflections

the distant shore

my tender face

lost and found

I am every rippling I have seen

and felt

and read about

I am an ocean of ripples

currents of liquid light

silence pours through me

the trees part

shaft of light ripples on one leaf

suspended

softly

falling

my feet

essence of words cannot be distilled and drunk

they drink me and spin me into unspeakable beauty

words read silence into my heart

stillness rippling

.

flush of roses

reveals our

tender transparency

beyond the infinite flavors of scarlet

memories flood our hearts…

where do colors bloom?

they slide through the lines

though the wings

of our eyes

midnight

sounds of the empty street

your heart

beating

memory

rushing

your fingers in far away light

your eyes wrapped in long ago moon

.

capsized by the weight of a million moons

drowned in acres of ancient sunlight

washed ashore

bathed

in a new light

born of pain

born of love

infusing your precious eyes

.

you cannot find the silence

the stillness

the love

you seek…

trying to scoop the calm out of still water

creates the living

the rippling

reflecting your hungry eyes

and the canyons behind you,

a path wandering

through a mystery of unknowing…

the ground seems solid enough

the waters inviting

stillness is singing

‘this is your aliveness’

you cannot not bask in the flowers that hold you in their sweet embrace

you cannot not drown in the tears that taste you

or in the light that sculpts your tender fingers

that reach for the stillness

the love

that you are

.

pain pierces the outlines and in-lines  of my heart

depths unfathomable

bleed me…

held in love

held in beauty

exquisitely

flocks of unseen birds rush from tree to tree

their song compels me

to look for their lines

in the leaves

falling

lanterned in sun

some are golden butterflies

rising up again….

thoughts meandering

utterly unique…

they flow from this to that

breathing

as life does

utterly naturally

as the sun sets

and rises again

love burns itself…

stillness does not reside

in

or out

it is in every thought

every sunset

every tear

every glimpse of your naked eyes

that pierces me with the sublime recognition

of our beautiful humanness