pic Sharon Kingston
life simply happens
Utterly spontaneously
All by itself
There are no things nor non things
It does not arise from some really big thing
No source nor god
Nor does it arise from emptiness or nothingness...
Simultaneously arising and self-erasing
Looking and feeling like anything at all
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
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