Two Mirrors

The young robin glided in to inspect the seed tray.
It saw me observing him, and for a moment
we exchanged a look before he flew away.

I could spend the rest of my life contemplating
what was transmitted between us, but still
not be able to put it into words.

In the briefest moment, an infinity reveals itself,
though we are busy juggling bits of the universe
around in our heads, and miss the main event.

Emptiness is a great truth, but it is not
the only truth, nor the final truth.

Even though we imagine that its pursuit
is the most noble adventure, in reality
the truth is none of our business.

What we call “the truth” is actually an obstacle
obscuring pure seeing by adding something extra.

The robin and I were two mirrors facing each other
without anything between us — no words,
no truth, not even each other.

Saying there is only one being
is saying too much.

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(Photo by Mazie Lane)

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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: 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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