All Beings

When it appeared, seemingly out of nowhere,
a whole universe organically formed around it
until it eventually expanded to include everything
that can be imagined in this vast playground
called space and time – unspeakable!

There was no comparison, and thus
unobstructed consciousness prevailed,
encompassing all the dreams that would follow,
dreamings which would reach for but never equal
the perfect sufficiency of itself as it is, now and then.

As self-awareness dawned, so too did a great curiosity
to thoroughly know itself, and thus countless mirrors
were projected onto the canvas of emptiness so that
it could experience and enjoy the totality of itself,
its own infinite reflections of light and shadow
and not turn away, but fall forever in love
with its own self-essence, the same love
which we harbor in our secret heart
and want desperately to share,
because that is just what it wants, just that.

Within the limitless mind of itself, thoughts arose
as blissful frequencies and intricate geometries
which soon informed the creative substratum
of this colorful blossoming existence
with the echoing ecstasy of itself,
its beauty beyond beauty.

Next came sensations: fragrances, sights,
sounds, tastes, touching and being touched —
all new, all fascinating, all flashing and morphing
in a delightful play of perception that was irresistible,
one rolling wave of unrestrained emotional expansion.

Initially, it did not separate awareness and experience —
that would come later, as the cunning trick of fixed identity
implied an imaginary gap between subject and object,
a gap that would inevitably dissolve, but not yet,
not until the intriguing fantasy plays out.

Now there were exciting opportunities to exploit the feelings
which arose upon contact with phenomena, to distinguish
the pleasant from the painful, and so the pure creative desire
contracted into a chronic effort to grasp the pleasant
and avoid the painful, which is how the duality
of good and evil came to be.

Some say it was a blessing, but no concept,
even the most persuasive, ever really applies.

At this juncture, the story explodes into trillions
of sub-plots, all the innumerable twining melodies
that together constitute the grand symphony of being,
the perfect song poems of you and me and everything
that takes birth from the movement of desire,
and so let us not fault that pure desire
which lovingly brought us here –

all beings want to live, to live and love
and return again to that from whence they came.

Then, seemingly out of nowhere, something appears,
and a whole universe organically forms around it
until it eventually expands to include everything
that can be imagined in the vast playground
called space and time – unspeakable!



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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