Humanity, A New Story

Do not wonder about the fate of humanity.
Perhaps some of them will remain, enough
to repopulate the last surviving forests.

They will mix together meaningful harmonics
creating new names for themselves, fanciful names
forged from memory strains and hopeful identities.

Wandering from place to place, places in search
of names to distinguish them from the emptiness,
some will inscribe visions on flat slabs of stone.

They will mark their names, as they clear away
the serpents behind the walls by building fires
which burn defiant all through the night.

First come tall tales around the flames.
Can religions be far behind?

The new tribes will elevate clever priests
to tell the dreams, reveal laws, and repeat
the new deceits that the people love to hear.

Animals will gaze quietly from the outer distance,
curious, hungry. They’ll be wearing the old faces.

Beyond words, they’ll know what they’ve known
before about the humans. They will be wary.

The priests will assure the human herd:
god is good, god is great, but beware —
the god who gives will also take!

They’ll whisper the god name, his power
will be strong, her name will be known,
carved high in bright colors on stone,
above all other names and signs.

Before eating, all pay respects to the wall.
Afterwards, some may sit together at the fire
chanting the sacred name, the great god’s name.

They will look about and wonder at each other,
“What a great mystery the Great One is!”

In their hearts it will seem special, holy.
Some in their quick mad raptures may even
twist, pull their hair, or shriek like wild winds.

At night, the god may come in dreams,
that god who rules the deep imagination.
Mysterious will always be those godly ways.

For another cup of the sweet new wine,
poets will sing praises to the Numinous
in words more melodious than true.

Later, in the lengthening shadows,
they may laugh, they will weep.

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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6 Responses to Humanity, A New Story

  1. Sadly prophetic as history keeps repeating itself… until (hopefully) the time comes when humanity evolves to a new level of consciousness. Maybe some eon down the road…


    Always a pleasure Bro—Bob —to Read your thoughts and insight so true! The evolution of but only some…is well underway. I feel your first few lines are spot on…”perhaps some of them will remain”.

    • Bob OHearn says:

      Thank you Brother, hope to see more of your work too!


        Oh I am Still writing Bob…but in secret these days. Back to older times…hidden away…giving birth to a page, that might wow me or create something worth sharing again. Situations presented are evolving and a new stage is being set, a theatre of sound and light, thunderous breaking open of heart being reborn.

        ps: I absolutely love your recent poetry — between your self and Mazie—-WOW! Such a magical connection and synchronicity found!

      • Bob OHearn says:

        Glad to hear you are still writing, it is self-revelatory eh! Mazie & I love to write together, we actually met at an online writing forum, back in the days of Yahoo Groups. I had become discouraged with the whole online scene, as I know you can relate, and I was about to get off the web that day, but then I saw a submission of hers, and I was struck at the heart with an ancient remembrance. A month later we were living together. The amazing and miraculous became our common experience, and has been ever since.

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