The Campground

In the beginning the universe was like a lovely campground in the forest. A sparkling river ran alongside it, a trout stream stocked with leaping fish full of joy and silent song. A beautiful light filtered through the tall trees of the camp site, and multicolored dust motes danced in the beams of stars that bathed the forest.

There were many individual camp spots, with hewn logs and picnic tables and barbecue grills where families gathered and told stories about the days to come. The family of man came, and the Joads, and my family, before I was born. How happy they were, for no particular reason, except to have somehow acquired a good camp ground in the midst of the vastness.

One thing I learned which I will tell you now, whether you think it might be so or not: the humans are made of frogs, assembled together to give the appearance of an actual human person, but when we die, the frogs go off hopping in different directions. What is left? That is the important thing. You have to discover this, it is crucial. You will notice that there was never a real human person. Nevertheless, there is certainly something, rather than a mere nothing.

Just so, I came to fish along the river banks, but when I waded into the stream I encountered a trout who transformed into a tall woman. I sang to her and then we sang together. It was so natural, so lovely. It was not like at night, when the frogs are all singing. That is beautiful in a different way. This was our spontaneous song, unique in its own way, totally improvised from the confluence of innocent water and light. Pure radiance!

Every sound is its own song, and we can hear all the songs because we are the source of their music, yes, all of it starts with us, but where do we start? At the campground in the forest, where the river runs laughing and splashing so happy and free? I don’t know this. Nobody knows, and so we all sing, sing, sing! And there is more, so much more!



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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