Nothing Is Revealed

Bending to drink from a clear mountain pool in the cooling shade of a late afternoon, I glimpsed my reflection and laughed  out loud – I saw a head grown wild with hair, no longer known to its owner!

The waving tail of the squirrel in the pine is a signpost to the treasure room; the intimate breeze ascending the spine is a welcoming cry from the waiting bride; the heart that’s pierced in the dark of night bleeds out in the snow all it once dreamt of light.

What do we long for most of all, when those autumn leaves begin to fall? Like salty tears wept into the sea, one dream melts into the next – though nothing remains forever hidden, neither is anything revealed.

In the enormity of dusk’s darkening presence, where the dramas of the seen are eclipsed by scenes not seen, that thief of sight, the night, tips the empty sky bowl over, spilling its unseen light on sleepers dreaming, wrapped up in warm soft sheets of white, absorbed for now behind shut eyelids, flickering in dreamy delight.

At midnight, who will hear the moon’s subtle sigh as it leaves its bed to wander through lit clouds, wreathed in the perfume of transience?

There’s nothing special about this night’s full moon to suggest that it may be my last. I peer out from the open mouth of my homey cave, as if for the final time, or the first.

The rain this morning gently washed away the dust from the mountain daffodils —
the glorious shine from their petals pierced straight to heaven with blinding light!

Now, a great owl perched on a pine bough quietly surveys the settling evening,
composed and ready for the hunt. When it swoops down for the swift sure kill, not one voice will cry out a warning. At the pond, not a ripple will stir.




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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