Songs to the Beloved by Ellen Davis (Sunyalila)

Love Waking up to Itself

Essentially, all is Love and what does not yet know itself as love.
As Love meets Love in form, as it recognizes itself, it spreads everywhere waking itself up to its own glory!

It is the difference as it wakes up to its sameness through the play of the poles; as it it is embraced in the rapture of the oneheart, tingling more manyness into oneness, more diversity and multiplicity into unity.
it is one tasting itself through two.

sound loves so much it grew ears so that it may hear itself
beauty loves so much it grew eyes so that it may see itself
the senses are born from the love that we are in its delight to taste itself
you are born from the love that i am so that i may love myself
i am your creation
you are my love
we can see this when there is no one to be yours
and no one to be mine
being breathed sublime
faces of the divine
at play
in the fields of



you'll see me smoldering in the earth
digging deeper into her marrow.
shiny hot molten lava
reflecting the face of God.
streaming up limbs and loins
undulating ooze –
clawing slap back trap release -
spits cinereous spew faugh and fire.
painting the architecture of her life
filling oceans with her tears,
shadows with her yesteryears,
time with her tomorrows.
essence birthing life springs
a chrysalis of anywhats and whens,
anyhows and wheres,
behind which no thing waits
for the touch,
the touch flowering essence throughout time



His ocean embraces my wave,
As it crashes upon his shore.
He breathes my finites into his infinities,
My infinities into his lore.
His trickling tendrils blossom
Integrities I stretch to fathom.
He tenderly touches my raw,
I melt into our oblivion.
No matter His Play helter-skelter,
Its chaos illuminates true order;
A variance of His time's liberation.
Still and immutable His foundation.
His fire flows through my blood,
Igniting mysteries and passions.
Our hearts aglory beat as one,
Bodies yearning for consummation.
Like night separated from day,
The tease of our proximities,
Birth suns, moons and stars
In the ocean of our infinities.
His beauty breaks my heart open,
His soul sings colors as yet seen;
Of enchanted places which beckon
Tomorrows birthing prayers that teem.
Exploding me in blisstacies,
Dissolving me to naught,
Shattering yesterdays' knowings,
Daring deeper nows not taught.


Love Eternal

She dances her beauty like a prayer in the night
And the moon cloaked in heaven casting shadow and light.
Her life knows no boundaries, in it her soul takes flight,
My lover, sweet beloved, soft Mother of Sight.
Her eyes see beauty, perfection and no fight
Between yes, no, high, low, dark and light.
Cherishing diversity, celebrating its play,
Honoring even those closed to the day.
Mistress of Truth, Master of Love,
Stretched out in surrender, so below as above.
Infinity I do see when I meet her gaze;
Eternal, supernal, beyond mind's maze.
In her arms I rest from future and past,
Until the prayer comes for it to ever last
Where she laughs and laughs and laughs in my night,
Tickling all of the cobwebs out of their fright.
A child, her innocence giving birth to creation,
Seeds sprouting spirit within manifestation.
All of this she sees so equally in me,
Embracing every opportunity with her lover to be.
In joy, in gratitude, at each other's feet we meet.
Alone, together, always complete.
Greater a whole our union creates
Freedom, healing, opening new gates.
Our trust in God, revealing life impersonal.
Our alignment with Truth and what is invincible.
Our focus on Love and what brings greater balance.
Our insurance a surrender to the present and its Silence.
Splendour is the Grace which brought her to me
as my sun as my moon as my mystery.
In each other we see ourselves and the Divine,
Masks thinning, spirits winning, souls forward to shine


Mouth on Lichee Nut
Ready to tongue and lip
Wet, slippery,
Smooth soft flesh
Sliding falumptuously
through full cheeks
Tasting perfume,
Virgin roundness,
waiting to be devoured,
Bit into
Anticipating eternal succulence
Shunted by
Teeth meeting large pit
I laugh at wave forgetting ocean as she looks at the impressions she has made in her sand
the impressions of a moment unexpected,
separated, exiled.
What she looks at is no longer there;
a memory singing harmonies with the echo of her laughter.


this pair of eyes delights
in your kaleidoscopic reflections of infinitude
as they dance with my own

just yesterday i was saying that life and death happen like breathing, that when i slow things down enough to feel that moment after the exhale, i face my own dissolution and the birth ahead.

like a blink

stochastic apearances may hide purpose behind the veneer
timeless vision removes the veils
a blink; death and birth again
in the pindrop of an instant

eyes closed may be open to worlds unknown,
arouse others to open more.
some eyes see the others as closed,
while we all stimulate butterfly kisses
within the heart of God.


vibrating with our
ecstasy through these veins;
heart afire
beating love moons
in the stars of
our night;
your sun
undulating embrace
all over me,
filling me
with love's luminosity;
your voice,
your touch:
my content.
the earth
your face
that i make love to
as it calls me
ever deeper
into your womb
where i long
to rest
in your arms;
let me sleep,
live and die here
only to awaken
ever more in you
as you

A Hero's Journey

you crawl inside the ephemeral doubt;
the n-a-g that weighs our heart heavy,
love worms its way through
where ominous signs saying "keep out"
usually hold their reign,
branding in our souls their bevy.

you fold wings unforgotten
entering the bowels of hell.
their tips titillate time's promise,
spawn shrieks without sound,
sound without morrow,
tomorrows without today
no path, no trail

silent terror clinches


sssucked out

I'll choke!

give me my holding on
to hold onto.

wings cast a shadow
on faces reflecting time's misery.
tears stream rivers of woe
burying lovers of life
in ocean of memory.

we are sod.
on earth’s blanket,
our body.

this awareness marks time
though not eternal like timeless now,
like endless empty tomorrows
dripping into eaves trough.

and in there you roll and rock
weaving time into eternity.
you catch my breath,
my timeless flow
as i feel you enter me.

by the hand you take me
down lachrymose depths
breathing into life’s liturgy.
as i breathe eternity into your time
you breathe into my eternity.

by the Grace and embrace
a Silence envelopes.
wing tips touch stars
and flap to flight.
their dance with the sun
illuminating shadow,
blinking on and off,
fanning delight.

and this flight
we take into the day and night
where light casts every color
of the rainbow in its shadow
and within shadow we see light.
our wings wrap around God’s
varied faces
where heaven and earth unite as One
in surrender to Her embraces.


when we met, i heard your call to walk the vast immensities of void and silence, to know complete emptiness, to dissolve, to know freedom through
absolute deconstruction as my own and as Your call to me, and I was drawn into you
as moth to flame to traverse the underworlds with you and taste the nectar of her nether regions, to taste them through you, as you, to know Your nether regions and see through them these others faces of God. You entered me and I felt
buoyant as if being carried by your wings into the heavens and the higher we went the more we descended. And as we descended you penetrated those tightest of places where the greatest torture was our distance and misunderstanding. -
we heard each others' yeses as no's and you pushed deeper into me with your absence, I surrendered to your light, but felt you pulling away creating vast caverns of darkness beckoning to me to come and explore. as i was held by our
love and pulled a part by our darkness i entered it more deeply to see as you do, -as i reached and grasped for you crying for our heart, you heard my pleas as judgment, our love pulling me in one direction and all that fights it, that
is its magnetic pole pushing me in the opposite direction. - i felt hind and quartered, split a part, and as i started spinning out into fragments of dust with no where to land that made any sense, you woke me up kissing my raw with
your tender and we once again found ourselves where we had been all along, flying through the multiverse, united, our many arms transformed into wings, that tickle, tease, caress and soar us through the heights and depths of life
eternal ...


Persephone Rising

dancing to her soul's prayer,
she necessarily finds
where love has not come to know itself,
where the experience of freedom can forget itself.

how can i give up my soul
when i am wherever i could give it?
when it is all i can give it to?
i am perspehone looking for hades in heaven
"where does not light spring eternal
and the earth's plentiful bounty
flow through God's unending breath?"
ecstasy found her chink
in the delight of her passionate yearning,
as she turned a corner looking for hidden conditions,
maya upstaged her bliss with upsurges of its discontent.
seduced by desire, she plunges into its bowels
i wake up through my hidden fear
looking out of your eyes
at my two faces marred
where the light of integrity appears gone
fallen angel, found her underworld
in the nightmare of her discontent
and i smile as we fly past
through Janus's gateways
bridging beginnings and endings
our wing tips spanning integrities
stretched out beyond the sun.



Your tears spill a river connecting all of the oceans of woe so that they may together wash clean this blood soiled earth. Your tears are the Divine within humanity crying for ItSelf, mourning what we have forgotten and reminding us of who we are. May we soak up the nectar of their heart and intelligence as we sail upon them towards greater wholeness.



ahhh, this is the new language
where experience
as i, we, all;
self, soul, essence,
vibrates into expression
bridging time with eternity,
the dual with the nondual,
the one breathing the two
and then back into itself.
you see a map?
the traces of our footprints
traveled along mysteries' path;
a map to mystery
where what is known
is trust in now,
in our breath,
letting ourselves as kaleidescope
be breathed into life;
letting ourselves as eternity
be breathed into time.
you see a map?
the future calling us
to where we have yet to travel
and yet have been all along...
we see then that too,
we have been letting
ourselves as time
breathe us into eternity.
you see a map?
the past calling us
to retrace our steps
again and again
with a new light,
a new awareness,
where past meets future
giving birth to now,
where now gives birth
to past and future;
to eternity
and the awareness of what
has always already been.

the map as a guide for some future as yet realized:
complicates simplicities
when written in time.

these words when viewed through time:
when viewed through eternity:
but where nonrelative awareness
breathes into the relative
form embodies the formless and
time and materiality
take on a new substance.


the map is my heart as it becomes ours,
the map is our heart as it becomes mine.
the map is love reaching for itself through
myriad appearances.
the map is your soul's song quickening my breath,
the map is my soul's song expanding my heart.
the map is your presence beckoning me towards you,
the map is your absence moving me away.
the map is form communing with formeless
the map is black and white inspiring us towards gray.
the map is gray inspiring us towards black and white.
the map is my heart beat as it entrains with others'
the maps are our heart beats as they find their own rhythms
the map is your "footprints showing me where beauty has passed."
the map is unity embracing diversity.
the map is our joy leading us to where we are...


No one's Dream

shadow thoughts waft through
echoing the fears of all time
sculpting self measured by
should have's and have nots
haunting through me -
birthing despondency,
no oomph impotency,
limping as living death
holding onto frayed thread
of meaning every moment like
the second to last breath
of life

looking back and
seeing nothing,
looking forward and
seeing nothing,
while here layers and layers
of me lithify,
panic vortex gulps me up
creating stories
that pretend my insufficient sufficiency,
my form fossilizing
as walking dead,
dreaming its dream
of life unaccomplished

exhausted by the hero's journey
all of the effort
a mockery
with nothing to show for it

oh senseless
valiant doing good
time's up
pushing mind's constructs
over the edge

still i hold on
to the dream of dreams
believing letting go
will render life meaningless

but hidden so deep within
dark dank crevices
unknown even to me
is fear not of lost meaning
but of this me which is a fiction -
as despondency's gloom
promises forever

onward without my puissant endeavors
Her mighty hand shapes mountains and valleys,
galaxies sprinkle stardust on our heavens

and i hold on

and i hold on

till one day by grace
the fiction of me
is mirrored
dissolving into
emptiness where no point
of me can be found
a taste of freedom
feared might be forgotten

and i hold on

and i hold on

encyclopedia awaits with
open arms
her breath a stench of
world's knowledge ossified
her drool sucks up beliefs
of dreams to be attained
a new me found her point
of meaning again

i am this moment
waiting to be remembered
split in two
by this more subtle attachment
puck's dream both seduction
and my nightmare
the shadow that walks beside me

and on and on this cycle repeats
leaving a cemetery of dead beliefs,
but each eulogy resurrects new meaning
my grasping for life giving it substance

how can i give it up
my soul, my dream,
the last vestiges of me
and time's most meaningful significance?
as i grasp for freedom
lost in yesterday's memory
i live today forgotten
never here
only there

puck's dream swallows me
whole into dark night
with nothing left to stand on,
no there defining here,
no that defining this,
i give up i give up
my despair a hearkening:
there is no one, nothing, nowhere
but this and no me to be found

no one left to fear the unknown,
no where to go that is not here,
no thing to defend against the now,
mystery: life's sovereign soil

all no's deliquesce to yes
embracing this and this and this,
truth's sword cuts two in one,
heart luminesces as sun


Making Love

sparks falling on us
illuminating the hunger of our now,
lapping up all that had been left behind,
madly tasting every morsel,
a passion of delight
hearing the scent of each touch and sight,
seeing the sound of
every belief, judgement and grief,
licking the wounds that name what is profane,
our welcome creating a transmutation of the pain; our yesses enveloping the no's,
a creatrix of home for the rejected,
oneheart melting the frost off our fears, dissolving them into the mulch of our compassion,
vortices of now where
nowherewhens are free to be
another breath without story,
future falling back into our dreams
birthing dances that deem all life as sacred,
laced by the fire of love
our cloaks have turned to wings
flying us through the firmament


Ululation to the Beloved

his music never stops...
its beat finds me -
wherever i land i'm inside it -
yet, i want to dance closer to his melody,
slip into his color
become one with his tone paintings,
feeling the harmonics we create in our union.
the radio sings me inside him:
oh sweet vivaldi, i stroke him tenderly,
just as the chords of your adagio violin
trickle tears down my cheek-
ever so slowly, like the chords gently caress
and the tears delicately fall ...
impassioned mahler,
i ululate all over him
a dance of your symphonious horns -
mi amour, je t'aime je t'aime!
so faintly i can hear the song that has always been ...
like an armenian dudek it wails its soul's cry
vibrations reaching out like
dripping honey-dew tendricles
finding their resonance in the echoes of our heart ....


On Romance

romance is the perception of lover as she looks upon beloved

romance is the way God makes love to itself as you

romance is seeing the beauty in life

romance is the way your inhale floats so lightly upon your exhale and your exhale empties itself so completely for your next inhale

romance is the way the tree soaks up the water from the earth and extends its branches towards the sun

romance is the will as it inspires your next breath, your life as it spawns your next heartbeat

romance is the way you say mmmmmmm when you let the sun kiss your skin

romance is letting God as life make love to you regarding and regardless of what it looks like

romance is feeling his touch in his absence as strongly as you do in his presence

romance is a complete surrender to nothing beyond this moment

romance is the way the leaves stand at attention smiling with or without the sun

romance is kissing your teardrops as they fall from your eyes

romance is the play of the wind in your hair, the rain on your roof, the smoke as it lingers and lilts in the air

romance is your longing for a lover, skin to skin, heart to heart

romance is what you do to your thoughts creating them into realities

romance is knowing that we all breathe the same air...that you are breathing his air, that you are breathing his air...

romance is Rodin, Rumi, Michaelangelo, Shakespeare, Cezzane

romance is your delight with cooing, gurgly baby sounds, a child's song and laughter, the way you hold your breath waiting for Chopin's next note

romance is the way you make love to your story, adding to it, embellishing it, creating it just so, that you may swallow it with greater glee, or regurgitate and reject it with ever more passionate drama

romance is embracing the story that you believe you need to survive until you see that you don't need it as it dissolves along with who you thought you were; it is the kiss of disillusionment on the breast of freedom; it is having no idea

romance is the starlight dancing on your brow and the moon's mysteries making love to your imagination

romance is a bird in flight

romance is seeing earth as god's amazing artwork

romance is the way thoughts devour the silence and silence devours thoughts

romance is the way we forget, making remembering all the more meaningful

romance is the way lovers tease each other, holding back, holding back until they explode with desire

romance is the way we as life tease ourselves, holding back, holding back until we explode, implode, dissolve, rebirth, realize, die ... in cycles of infinite variation

romance is the way you tease yourself into believing that something is limited and not that you are limiting

romance is the way your feet caress the ground you walk upon

romance is the way we share our thoughts with each other not even realizing whether others want to or can hear them

romance is our desire to connect, convince, to touch, to trigger, to get reaction

romance is a mother's wailing for her war torn children

romance is the desire to protect at any cost

romance is the play of knowledge hiding behind ignorance

romance is the play of ignorance hiding behind knowledge

romance is the way these boxes connect us to the world

romance is the collective mind as it seduces the individual

romance is the individual as it fights for its autonomy

romance is the sky as it touches the earth

romance is the scent of a rose as it wafts through your nose

romance is the way a shield forms around a broken heart

romance is the way the heart that loves heals its wounds

romance is the way the earth soaks up the rain and feeds it back to the clouds

romance is the way the wave slinks up to the shore and retreats back into ravenous ocean

romance is yipping dog enthusiastically wagging tail, your squirmy laughter as it's licking your face

romance is the fire that burns within you as you create your dreams,
long for them,
wait for them,
reject them

romance is giving it all up and letting God dance you

romance is your saying romance is dead and believing it

romance is the eye of the beloved as it peers through our one heart

romance is God celebrating itself as life


He said, "I feel like I am God’s echo"
and I replied:

"God’s echo is silence as it sings its song throughout the universe
God’s echo is your voice as it resonates throughout my body
God’s echo is our finites playing their infinities
God’s echo is its infinities playing through our finites
God’s echo is your laughter tickling my own
God’s echo is passionate cries for justice
God’s echo is anger, fear and ignorance
God’s echo is your acceptance of his many faces
God’s echo is intolerance, bigotry and hypocrisy
God’s echo is your yearning, your desire, your will
God’s echo is your compassion and love
God’s echo is creativity as it dances music on the stage of life
God’s echo is creating limitation out of freedom
God’s echo is creating freedom out of limitation
God’s echo is your soul as it calls to my own
God’s echo is the tear on your cheek
God’s echo is my heart as it calls to yours
God’s echo is seeing unity through division
God’s echo is creating division out of unity
God’s echo is fire as it sweeps across the brush
God’s echo is water as it turns to ice and back again to water
God’s echo is the poetry that pours out of you
God’s echo is forgetting itself
God’s echo is remembering itself
God’s echo is when i hear you say i love you
God’s echo is the hills, the lakes and the valleys
God’s echo is the cry of lovers in the climax of their passions
God’s echo is when the earth quakes
God’s echo is the ocean, trees and flowers
God’s echo is the clouds painting their mastery in the sky
God’s echo is my heart breaking at the beauty
God’s echo is beloved to the lover
God’s echo is the rain nurturing the earth
God’s echo is a baby crying
God’s echo is the sun that shines down on us
God’s echo is all living creatures
God’s echo is your brilliant mind at service to what is beyond it
God’s echo is playing for no reason
God’s echo is finding all kinds of reasons (for no reason)
God’s echo is time as it measures space and space as it measures time
God’s echo is eternity where time has no meaning
God’s echo is looking into your eyes and seeing mine seeing yours seeing mine seeing yours seeing mine as we plunge into our souls, dissolve and then ask what's for dinner
God’s echo is the mystery that awaits us every moment

Indeed you are God’s echo."


All writing on these pages unless otherwise stated by Ellen Davis, copyright 1996, 1999, 2000, 2001, 2002, 2003, 2004, 2005