This is closer than the tongue in your mouth, your breath, your heart beat…
blooming and wilting simultaneously
we are this flowering beauty, not ever becoming,
yet utterly obvious and so familiar it cannot be found
or lost.
The song of our aliveness sings itself
erupting and dissolving without time or timelessness
rainbows cascading through infinite colors
never separate never joined
the silence the hush the rush of unknowing
pervades the song of silence
Nothing can be known or unknown, there are no things
yet stars bloom in your eyes,
and starlight hovers in your breath
you are the sparkling in between the between
that never was nor will ever be…
The wings of this and that soar into a heart beat of time and space
and an imaginary existence
no center or edge to the swirling dream scape can be found
Without before or after
without solidity or liquidity,
neither real nor unreal the dream is only what it seems…
yet
How marvelous
how stupendous
how excruciatingly beautiful
this love that seems to swallow it all
swallow herself
taste itself
through your heart your eyes your lips your beautiful beautiful eyes.
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