Ordinary Miracles


Nobody wants to be ordinary.
We’re disappointed with ourselves
if we fail at our mandate of being great.

Since we all carry some disappointment,
this is what makes us ordinary, but if
we welcome our disappointment,
this is what makes us great.

For a long time, the boy imagines
his father is great, he gives him a cup
saying: “The World’s Greatest Dad”.

Later, he discovers his father is ordinary.
Did his father deceive him, or was it
just a case of mistaken identity?

If we appreciated how utterly miraculous it is
just to appear here — conscious — we would
never use the word “ordinary” to describe
anything, anything at all.


The first time I saw a bird
in flight it was astounding magic —
how could such a marvelous thing exist!

What it requires to peel apples
defies all comprehension — the whole
universe must conspire for that seemingly
simple task to be performed, and yet we hover
over the sink, mostly daydreaming about the past
or future, at least until we absently cut our hand.


Every night we perform an amazing trick:
we lie down, fall asleep, and soon enough begin
to dream, participating in endless travel adventures.

For our next trick: we wake up, get out of bed,
and go about as if there was nothing to it.

Even the famous science fiction writers
couldn’t fabricate a more bewildering character
than we humans, but we mostly take it all in stride.

We spend our time wanting what we don’t have,
although even if we do happen to get it, we soon
crave something more — it seems we’re never satisfied.


It all happens automatically —
life blood is circulating through the body,
cells are constantly replacing themselves, lungs
inhale and exhale, and yet we stand before the mirror,
thinking we should lose some weight, maybe we’re too fat.


We hear it so often: “I’m hoping for a miracle!”
We want things to be different, so we pray
to the gods who live in our own minds
to do something amazing for us.

Meanwhile, the planet on which we live
is spinning around a massive ball of nuclear heat,
but far more compelling to us may be what’s left
in the fridge that we can eat — for lunch today
are we looking for something savory,
or maybe something sweet?


Echoing within our heart is an ancient love call.
It originates inside the same cosmic yearning
which births every spinning cluster
of fiery night sky luminosity.

For those who awaken to its power,
it is never anything less than miraculous.

Plunge into love with the mindless courage
of an urgent comet, streak lustrous, fly true,
follow one ringing echo all the way
back to its source — to you.

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: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Verses and ramblings on life as it is: https://writingonwater934500566.wordpress.com/ Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: https://themindthatneverwas.wordpress.com/ Verses on the Play of Consciousness: https://onlydreaming187718380.wordpress.com/ Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: https://themysteriousexpanse.wordpress.com/ Poems of the Mountain Hermit: https://snowypathtonowhere.wordpress.com/ Love Poems from The Book of Yes: https://lovesight.wordpress.com/ Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: https://travelsindreamland.wordpress.com/ Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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