Smiling Faces

Shapes shift, light and shadows alternate,
facades appear and disappear as Love
plays the ancient masquerade.

From Her oceanic depths
a flowing dream of waves arises
in Love’s disguises born of water.

As bedazzling as Love’s masks may be,
we won’t stop at any liquid image,
we’ll go further – Love
compels us.

When our yearning becomes as urgent
as that of a drowning man’s gasp for air,
we will become available at last
for Love’s true revelation.

Until then, Love will mostly be
an empty word for those of us still deaf
to the transmission beaming from the depths
of our own Heart’s deepest desire.

Most who come this way stop
at the Image, worshiping an Icon,
carved by conditions, sanded by time,
polished by devotion to a yet tyrant mind.

All the while, Love’s arrow buries itself
deeper, burrowing further, until at last,
in the abundance of graces, Love
looks up and recognizes Itself
here in our smiling faces!

Just so, my Pearl, tonight
let’s get fetal with each other;

let’s curl up in that wooing
womb of emptiness,

wound together in this
wild wonder of our loving,

afloat in the warm amniotic fluids
of Love’s supremely cuddly satisfaction,

dizzy in the exquisite vernal perfume
of our unborn bliss, the simplicity
of the blessed revelation
that you and I are
only This,

our daring dharma of desire
flowering into freely letting go
of what’s already gone, gone beyond
any letting go of all that never was,
just smiling that smile we smile
when you see me, I see you,
and only Love is Seeing,
being Seen, loving . . .

Ah, open and see – this Love is
the nurturing midwife of our delight,
attending the mystery of innocent Light,
the mother of the radiant children of Love,
the conception, womb, and labor of Love,
and there is nothing in the beautiful body
of Love that is less than the perfect
expression of Love.

All form is but the dress of Love,
the wondrous random design of Love,
though seeking it only postpones true Love.

When we die to that search
we arise in Love;

when we empty ourselves
we are filled by Love!

All glory, praise,
and thanks to Love –

this is our song
and it’s sung
by Love!



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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