Night Notes

Sometimes late at night I rise from our bed
and stealthily slip out to scribble these odd notes.

There is no moon tonight, so all the pine and oak trees
are tall black lines drawn against an ebony background.

The string of colored lights you creatively wrapped around
the false Ficus tree on the porch casts a strangely surreal
holiday glow, though Spring itself has barely begun.

In my imagination there are many forest creatures
lurking in the bushes and hedges around the property,
somewhat confused about what we are celebrating.

How sublime, that such divine confusion renders
the enchanting sounds of the crickets, frogs,
and night birds even more exquisite!

Just so, this is not a scene from a dream, a memory,
nor is it some kind of formless ecstasy that arises
when form fails to account for its own absence.

Form itself is not other than the compelling emptiness
of its own constituent parts, which if somehow calculated,
would expand like ripples until everything in the totality
of existence is included in the comfort of its own embrace,
illumined by the Christmas lights strung all around this place.

Need it be said that, if this intriguing wonder were reduced
to being a mere object of consciousness, its spacious fullness
would still not qualify as being interior or exterior, and hence
it persists beyond any conceptual calculation whatsoever?

That said, I will gladly testify that your natural radiance
has exceeded all the fancifully fabricated phraseology,
all the verbal devices and beauty’s tinseled metaphors
which I once may have resorted to in futile efforts
to describe pure light – its singular and stunning
appearance in the midst of this whatever-it-is
(moment, mind, mystery, magic, nameless).

Our life is an utterly ordinary ecstasy after all,
though our love for it is not dependent on visions,
the play of various causes and conditions, or weird
moods that might happen to pertain at any given time.

It just is as it is — like you and me and everything.

Still, I am not really here to talk about time, there is
plenty of space between thoughts for that discussion.

My fickle appreciation for life may glow or dim,
but your dear love light is always miraculously present.

The more I recognize this, the more blessed I feel
to be bathed as I am in your enduring shine, even when
you are just going around as you do, opening the curtains
in the morning and then closing them at the onset of night,
at home, at peace, so deeply in love that warm tears rise
as we pause in the midst of eternity to touch, to smile
into each other’s eyes, fully savoring the brilliance
we share together in that perfect timeless glance.

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About Bob OHearn

My name is Bob O'Hearn, and I live with my Beloved Mate, Mazie, and our lazy dog, Amos, in a lovely little mountain town called Paradise, situated on the ridge of the Little Grand Canyon, in the Northern California Sierra Nevadas. 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/ Free Transliterations of Spiritual Texts: http://freetransliterations1.blogspot.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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4 Responses to Night Notes

  1. “Our life is an utterly ordinary ecstasy after all…”

    This is one of the loveliest and truest of sentences, deeply appreciated by one who is dipping less and less often (at present) into the word-world. Thank you Bob. ❤

    • Bob OHearn says:

      Thank you Dear Miriam! Sometime I think I keep writing to postpone drifting off. 😉 ❤

      • I am definitely “drifting off” at the moment Bob. Silence has me by the throat. It’s a whole new level of surrender. I could care less if I ever spoke or wrote another word. Needless to say, I never signed up for this. 😉

        I think of Mazie, I feel her alongside in this wordless heartfull ordinary ecstasy…

      • Bob OHearn says:

        Then I appreciate all the more you taking the time to share your experience, Dear Miriam, and yes, about Mazie alongside in all of this! ❤

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