The Great Expanse, Part 1

Late Autumn, and majestic masses of laden clouds
congregate and collide in the sky theater above me,
while here below innumerable heaps of turning leaves
soak into the moistened earth in a ceremony of surrender.

Although the intermittent sky patches of brilliant blue
can always take my breath away, I’m drawn of late
to the plain and simple things –
a leafless tree branch reaching out to touch the air,
to feel its tangible emptiness, its fundamental silence.

There’s a petrified forest that features the preserved remains
of trees fallen a quarter billion years ago, along with fossils
of various dinosaurs that died there while the trees
looked on, impartially witnessing their demise.

There is an unspeakable beauty in the way time seems to go,
a continuous revelation in the way everything is changing.

Any moment now, a book of ecstasy may open
and it will start to rain.

You tell me how you stand in the midst and are moved to weep,
and it is not a sadness, or even a joy, but something else.

It’s as if the whole world is always passing into another dimension,
but what it leaves behind is more precious than words can say.

Without understanding any of this, I will still bow down.

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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 several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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2 Responses to The Great Expanse, Part 1

  1. Sky McCain says:

    Well spoken Bob. I’m reminded of how I try to be with the mystery and listen to the small still voice which is indescribable yet real so to speak. This piece speaks to me of connection, the intimacy of being the Earth and not just living on the Earth. I’m reminded of Paul Stamets:
    “The task that we face today is to understand the language of Nature.”
    Your work triggers my continued efforts to understand how I can hope to be in a more penetrating relationship with other than human life. A couple of years ago, I had a vision where I realized that looking out onto the trees, bushes and grass I heard in my minds ears: It’s all alive and “They know me.” The extent of knowing; oh how I long to feel into this knowing to a greater extent.
    Rupert Spira spoke along these lines in a recent Youtube talk. Many folks search for the self and long to know the self but can’t quite grasp that they are what they search for and the search is futile because the self is not an object to be known.

    Be well,

    Sky

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