In brilliant late light between blurred days of rain,
fat cumulus clouds climb a sheer sheet of blue –
a white pillow parade over deep purple hills.

Still, why toy with adjectives which only obscure
the pristine emptiness of this transient scene?

Why not say it plainly?

None of this display is real –
it’s only a dream parade.

Nor am I the image you have of me —
that’s just a bit of fiction, a mystery play
of mind dressed up in light and shadow.

There is no enduring self or even any substance
within any of these engaging stories, these tales
to which we so poignantly cling, and which
become our keening heartbreak as we do.

Bewildering as this parade of forms may be,
let’s just watch it all pass on by, in step
with the costumed marching bands.

We can don the gaudy plastic beads,
laugh and toss paper streamers in the air,
and clap at the clowns with their silly props.

Let’s gaze in delight at the floats of colorful flowers,
all gliding gaily by in waves of fragrant floral splendor.

We’ll inhale the lingering perfume of those many blossoms,
soon no more than petal dust scattered along a boulevard
which once was filled with such a lovely dream parade.






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 Parade

  1. We see through the same eyes, you and I.
    We are that seeing, seer, seen.

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