After All

Crumbling under the weight of white light,
heavy with crystallized patterns of time,
snowfields kneel to starfields tonight,
yielding to that immaculate depth,
host to the ghost of cold fire
adorning this magical
mountain display.
Poised amidst shifting drifts
of incandescent mist, serene in the mood
of soft sifted skyshine, pristine Mind reflects
itself in each sparkling jewel of snowflake.
Descending silent from sourceless sky,
I alight on the tip of this world, just so,
and then melt back into myself, as snow.
Everything sighs and rests in thrall, till at last
the fog has lifted, winter dreaming’s done,
and this mountain is just a mountain,
the sky is just the sky, after all.


snow stars



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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