Night Lilies

When we first came together again in this life, my Beloved
shared a vision with me: she saw us standing in moonlight,
surrounded by a field of blooming white lilies, our faces lit
by that supernal bliss which elevates human love to divinity.

The unbearable poignancy of how things come together,
only to inevitably fall apart, will forever impress me
with the exquisite truth of impermanence, regardless
of whatever fate may befall us in this realm or any other.

Even so, back at home in my darkened front yard garden,
dozens of white oriental lilies are quietly blossoming open
in the heat of a mid-summer night, mindlessly transmitting
their divine fragrance to vibrating beings in every direction.

The intensity of the ardor I feel for my Darling obliterates
any sense of what has been or what shall be — there is only
this timeless moment of lily perfume and midnight moonshine,
appearing in the very place we stand together now, as always:

one twined thread of clear light, arched across the firmament.

 

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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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