Autumn Prayer

Before the storm, the fallen leaves grow restless
in whirls of wild and breezy anticipation.

When the rains finally arrive, the leaves as one
press themselves passionately into the earth,
delerious in urgent leafy acts of love.

We are water beings, every dripping leaf of us.
Water is the Great Mother, we bathe in her blessings,
we swim in and out of her womb in perpetual cycles
of aquatic bliss, appearing as these thirsty forms,
then drowning in Her mysterious liquidity.

One faded fallen leaf, soaking in miraculous mud,
is equal to all of the sutras, bible texts, lofty sermons.
As we kneel at the altar of any anonymous leaf,
we worship the Source of all, the Great One.

I bow down in the rain, my beating heart blended
with the welcoming earth, the nourishing sky
of love beyond all reckoning, both given
and taken, all right, all yes, Amen!


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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