Evening Fade

The evening and I fade together, carried by trees that breathe.
Un-named chirps and chatterings perfume the air and move through effortlessly.
Without recognition we are the same Happening and able to settle into any place that is
always arriving within arriving. We are the seed that holds the beginning and the end in
one place while realizing a journey that is pure expansion, yet contained within
a shell that is shed by 'that which cannot be named'.

Here that is Nowhere...

Here.. in the Great Nowhere, where Every 'thing' has never been, but 'Always' was.
Here...where 'This' sings 'That' for ears that do not hear with eyes that listen.
"Listen"...and you too cannot hear the song that sings for eyes closed-open-mouthed-fire-
turning-Wheel that keeps it all in motion,.. as Stillness sits in every chair offering its seat
to all that 'will' and 'will not'.....'yet', find that they 'Are' 'There'.....that is.....Nowhere.