Nancy Neithercut

This Dream Of Infinite Wonder Dreaming Itself Nancy Neithercut

these tears have no name nor number no source nor destination... they are un-owned... how wondrous this intimacy that has no boundary nor center... such unbearable beauty at not knowing nor longing to know to capture to kiss this unexplainable majesty that seems to appear all by itself and simultaneously disappear...a kiss falling through itself neither beginning nor ending ...an atemporal love song singing all and everything shaded with overtones of a beautiful melancholy.... of love of wonder of nothing at all.... infinitely deeply raw and intimate when the lines between here and there are seen through... when backwards turns inside out and forward has no meaning nor non meaning... directionless... without movement or non movement....there is nothing that I am and nothing that I am not... there are no things...golden finches in the morning swarm on the feeders... the canyon breathes... all is a love song caressing me from the inside and out... breathing me singing me into a wonderland of love... yes it is impersonal as there is no person... but an imaginary dancer twirls down the canyon with you... laughing and weeping deeply at the love the loss the utter devastating emptiness that consumed the dream of separation and ...yet.... somehow... my husband sleeps and I will never know his dreams.... or thoughts... or how he feels... or what the color red looks like to him... or how the wind feels on his face when we walk in the canyon...only through sharing these stories that we are is there a seeming touching... of distant whirling galaxies... reaching... arms of starlight... light falling though light... all is light.... all is love ...even the loss of love...such unutterable beauty that we are these stories that we share... arising only in each others eyes... and so the story goes... writing itself....