Don’t Explain

Both wisdom and folly were not so different
from calls of crows carried on the breeze
then you knew you were done with words

imagination makes a poetry of perception
we each read it in our own silent language
draw our own conclusions

the after-world is empty until we arrive
mind provides the cast of characters
they are welcoming you with applause

you can see right through them
you smile back, wistfully
you know they are not there

you remember the breeze, the bird calls
even without a form, even now
there are tears without explanation

don’t try to explain, don’t say a word
the elegant light in the distance
is now behind you, you are
waiting to be born


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 several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Poetry and Prosetry: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!
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