Morning of the Universe

There is a small light flickering between the leaves.
It is morning, that is all I know, want to know.
Couldn’t that be enough, just this?

I don’t know why the light attracts my attention.
Light wants to go to light, maybe that’s the simple story.
Still, before light goes anywhere, it is already indivisible.

If there is any sound, it is my own sound, I hear myself.
I hear myself being the sound of the world, its music.
Mind can’t conceive of no beginning, yet it is so.

Some kind of overwhelming desire creates enough
pressure to produce a musical climax, which allows
galaxies, star systems, and planets to be conceived.

Before all of that, I am a piece of light, flickering
between the leaves. It is morning, that is all
I know, want to know. Yes, it is enough.


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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