No Mystery

Wise ones say our deepest desire
is to finally be free of desire itself,
and yet here, standing heart to heart,
can we deny that what we really want
is simply to love and be loved as we are?

This yearning for deep intimacy
is a primordial longing – all of us feel
the ache of love, hear the siren call of love.

Everything is only love seeking for itself,
and finding itself in everything, everywhere.

Nothing at last is immune to love.

Even the burden of our intolerance
is but Love’s teasing play with itself
for the joy of intolerance dissolving in love.

Mystery begets love as love
begets Mystery – all for the sake
of its own pure enjoyment, reflected as
the flickering forms of you and I and everything.

It’s the simple innocent truth of our being,
prior to any adventure of knowledge or acquisition:
we were meant for each other, to encourage the Shine
in each of us to expand in all directions to infinity.

Love’s presence is our own primordial nature —
it contains all the worlds, appearing and vanishing
simultaneously with us in the mystery of speechless love.

The illusion of separation is just that.

Love will always exceed its own illusions,
though some might imagine otherwise,
as a way to test the power of love
in the face of doubt and fear.

What remains when all imagination
is itself at last outshone by love, but love?

Unless informed by a steady, selfless love
forged and focused in the furnaces of life as it is,
even the most profound wisdom is rendered impotent.

When we are humbled enough in life’s crucible
to finally relinquish our resistance to “what is”,
“what is” reveals itself as only love.

The utter blamelessness of all existence
is difficult for the limited mind to understand.

Likewise, the awesome spirit mechanics
of the universe forming itself into the expression
of each one of us is beyond comprehension,
and yet at the heart, love is no mystery.



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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3 Responses to No Mystery

  1. Alisha says:

    what I feel is If love is unconditional than there is no mystery at all. Love exceeds fear, love is above everything, love is love and it is no mystery because in love you don’t suspect , you don’t expect…Wow! ..amazing poem brother Bob. I appreciate what you wrote..much respect and love to you..

  2. Bob OHearn says:

    “All you can say is this :
    when I observe myself I am really
    forced to admit that everyday I am
    the prisoner of 1,000 unsatisfied desires.
    Or desire who’s satisfaction brings me no permanent bliss.
    So it seems to me that instead of running endlessly from one desire to another,
    it would be better to stop and examine the true nature of desire.
    If this investigation is successful, you will penetrate the nature of true aim of desire. What any desire really aims at, is a state of non-desire. This non-desire is a state in which we demand absolutely nothing.”

    ~ Jean Klein

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