The Work

For earnest pilgrims on the path,
truth can be a most consuming flame
when there are illusions left to burn.

When it gets too hot we may complain,
though it’s only light, doing its job,
until the lesson’s learned.

Stick by stick, the fuel of the past
is fed to a pyre in the fire-circle of life
to enjoy the fate of all flammable things —
all stories of self and other, you and me –
the dry kindling wood made of memory.

Ah, everyone wants to be happy.

Everyone has their own work to do,
regardless of any hope or fear,
sad regret, or doubt.

Love, and the way it’s resisted –
what everyone’s work
is mostly about.



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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One Response to The Work

  1. Beautiful brother Bob. My humble reply as though one were necessary.

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