In My Room

You were softly stroking the little dog in your lap
until she whimpered a small sigh and fell asleep.
Then you closed your eyes, because peace is within.
You go there often, because it beckons you.
Outside, the breeze had come up and garden stalks
were swaying gently back and forth, like devices
the hypnotist employs to create a trance.
In the trance, faces appear, are visibly transformed,
then disappear, replaced by the shadows waiting
in line for their chance to step forward into flesh.
Before, they had made promises to each other
which some would keep and others would not,
because in this mirror world of sly deceptions
and unexpected temptations, we discover
how we really are.
You are kind, you mixed your tears with mine
in the same way streams run down the mountain
and join with each other, where a forest animal
stoops to drink, and it is cool and refreshing.
The animal relaxes for a moment, not because
it feels suddenly safe and invulnerable,
but because being alive is sweet.
I wouldn’t have known that if we hadn’t met –
that being alive in this moment is sweet —
or maybe I’d pretend, but I’d be fooling
myself, and when alone in my room,
I’d be pierced by the lie of it.

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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