Big Enough

With my index fingers I push the sound deeper
into my ears. I have lately become accustomed
to the fact that digital money is being deposited
and withdrawn from my bank accounts without
any involvement on my part. Now I just want to
listen to the sound. Maybe, secretly, we all do.

It’s an auditory raft, afloat in a world that never really
makes sense: the relentless buying/ selling, the lies,
the motive to control, the off-hand cruelty, the way
everyone shrugs, “Hey that’s just the way it is . . .”

Just so, I push the sound down deeper in my ears.
It circulates through my whole system, now it fills up
my body, my body is the world, the world is a realm,
the echo there is my own thought, but it is not mine,
it belongs to no one, no one is at the far other end
of this sound, thinking. Just listen: the silence.

There may still be places in this realm that transmissions
from the cell phone towers cannot yet reach. Isn’t there
a kind of eccentric pleasure that gradually dawns
with the realization that you cannot be triangulated?

In my mind, in this realm of mind, we are all gathered
in a silent circle, staring into a fine bonfire. Nobody
is taking notes, nobody’s ring tone sounds, no, there
will be nothing to report, at least not by the yawning
dogs mixed in between the silent standing humans.

The light from the fire is quietly blazing in their eyes.
We all dream of going into that light — it is naturally kind,
it is a portal to the other place. I will say here that it is
love in the very way love is when it can’t be triangulated.

Ah, it is a big ripe love, like the sound of the fragrant fruit
falling in an empty orchard. We listen through the raised
ears of the various smiling dogs. The bigger this love
gets, the wider are their canine smiles — they are no
longer the dogs we took them to be, not anymore.

This love gets beyond words, gets beyond sirens,
beyond high-pitched whistles, it gets closer to something
we once heard but maybe forgot. We want to remember
it again, that sound. When our love gets big enough,
I am certain that, without a doubt, we can.


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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2 Responses to Big Enough


    It’s curious to note within—-I felt like a flash of a past life entered me, while reading this musing…of what seems in one way, a better time. I will admit, I recall a time before being overwhelmed by electronic gadgets running our lives. How did we all survive without satellite navigation and iPhones! Hahaa

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