Mountain in the Mist

If you want to know the One
then turn the light of mind around
to see who’s seeing through your eyes.

This evening’s scene:

a wintry hush has settled over the mountain,
blanketing the whole white world in silence.

Old memories lie abandoned at the threshold of night,
while my heart gently yields to the darkening unknown
hovering like an impersonal angel around my meager camp.

Shivering, huddled against the oncoming freeze,
youth’s questions and answers long forsaken,
no fire to make tea, here’s all that remains:

a brief echo of a rumor
sounding faintly in the mist.




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 several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Poetry and Prosetry: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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2 Responses to Mountain in the Mist

  1. Alisha says:

    I am Buddha, I am awaken one, everything is already there in me, no need to search or find…It took long time for me to realize everything is clear…I love this poem and imagining that if I meet you in the cold mountain I will definitely ask you many questions brother…there is many things to learn from you…nice poem indeed …

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