Grateful Dead

Dead man wakes in the land of the dead,
rising from a dead man’s bed.

All he thought that he once knew
drops away when he comes to.

Space without boundaries or frame of reference,
awareness alone persists without difference.

Nothing to gain, nothing to lose,
the mirror doesn’t pick and choose.

Opening eyes within a dream,
nothing seen is what it seems.

Images of flickering light
reflect upon a darkness bright.

Self and other, day and night –
whatever once held wrong or right –
vanish now without a trace, a flame
blown out in empty space.

Still and silent, calm and clear,
The Mystery will carry all here.

Some will return to play again,
some go beyond where these words end.

Dead man shrugs and goes his way —
where he goes no one can say.


Grateful Dead 2


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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9 Responses to Grateful Dead

  1. marcelvuijst says:

    Catchy tune 🙂

  2. Bob OHearn says:

    All are welcome to hum along! 😉

  3. marcelvuijst says:

    Yet no bee has ever entered Nirvana 🙂

  4. marcelvuijst says:

    Lol, how to remove dreamy goggles when you’re unaware its on your nose, and the very act of removing them is part of the virtual thingy, reminds one of death eh?

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