There’s a way we keep meeting amidst even and odd, empty of form, yet formed of that very emptiness. Luminous fluids swirl, blend, and course through these bodies, bodies mysteriously like our own, transparent parallel bodies which have somehow appeared as if by a consummate magician’s ultimate trick.

Twin nectars stream in tandem canals of self and other, me and you, until suddenly they flood into each other in a timing so precise that Love’s arrow enters without the slightest flinch of resistance, piercing through the layers of our dreaming, a shot straight to the heart.

A flick of the wrist, a conjugal twist, we’re never the same raindrop, but always the same watery grace, unfolding in and out of time, recirculating through cool corridors of light in steady rhythmic respiration – a sifting breeze through the tall green trees, thrilling the hearts of the birds and the bees — its liveliness filling all space with the mysterious beauty of impermanence.

The primal energy that juggles Yes and No like flaming batons on the circus stage of existence emanates from one pure source, itself unseen, unknown. We are that Presence, that unborn mystery, which lives all, animates all.

We are that amazing space where the Mime called “mind” appears, thrives, and melts away in. We are the time it takes to shine, to turn this water into wine, to drink our fill till the eye goes blind and all that remains is . . . Presence.

Now imagine the spontaneous ingenuity that reaches into its own darkness for some light with which to manifest these chameleon masks and quicksilver forms we take to be ourselves. We playfully try them on just to see how they will fit, while behind each disguise lurks a waiting surprise:

there’s nobody there, only space that’s aware of itself in the midst of vast silence.


boat in sky

About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, in the foothills of the Northern California Sierra Nevada Mountains. I have a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: Verses and ramblings on life as it is: Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: Verses on the Play of Consciousness: Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: Poems of the Mountain Hermit: Love Poems from The Book of Yes: Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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3 Responses to Presence

  1. Christopher says:

    Beautiful Bob, thank you.

  2. Bob OHearn says:

    “Enlightenment, or Nirvana, is nothing other than the state beyond all obstacles, in the same way that from the peak of a very high mountain one always sees the sun. Nirvana is not a paradise or some special place of happiness, but is in fact the condition beyond all dualistic concepts, including those of happiness and suffering.

    When all our obstacles have been overcome, and we find ourselves in a state of total presence, the wisdom of enlightenment manifests spontaneously without limits, just like the infinite rays of the sun. The clouds have dissolved, and the sun is finally free to shine once again.”

    ~Namkhai Norbu, Dzogchen: The Self-Perfected State

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