Not Even

We like to speak in metaphors and similes –
each creature possesses a magic language
that can often make things seem to be
something other than they are.
All of us are story tellers,
gathered around the campfire
of our own thoughts and memories,
every story a blossoming universe where
the hopes and fears of innumerable beings
arise and dissolve in perfect synchronicity.
Permeated through and through
by the potent fragrance of vast emptiness –
each story is nothing other than a transmission
of Love to itself for the sake of its own enjoyment.
Just so, in the space between stories,
everything is falling, falling through itself
like a strange and beautiful song without words,
not obscured in the dustiness of dry speculations,
wry revelations, or faux epiphanies concocted
in the sanctum of a dark and lonely night.
The way of surrender is not a planned event.
Who wants their favorite story to end?
Who plans to fall in love to death?
Who can bear the disappointment
when it becomes apparent that,
despite every earnest effort
or liberation scheme,
nothing really happens —
no miraculous transformation,
no halleluiah chorus of applause
from the gallery, no praise, no fame,
no flowers strewn by the still fresh grave
to fill the vacancy left by the death of resistance,
the death looming between us and all we thought we were,
the clue to the story’s undoing — not a blessed thing, not a sorry,
sane, or sometimes thing, not a tender, touched, or terrible thing,
neither this or that or even at last, beneath transparent skies, a sigh.
desert shirt

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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