Being Human

Do not wonder about the fate of the humans.
Perhaps some of them will remain.

They will create new names for themselves,
those ones who somehow manage to remain.

Then they will go about from place to place,
places with no names, until they find
at last flat slabs of stone.

There they will pause and rest.
There they will mark their names.

They will clear away the serpents, they will
make the fires that burn through the night.

After a while, they will gather in tribes —
tribes with the best names, the strong names.

They will choose clever new priests who can tell
the dreams and repeat the long lies that the people,
the humans, love to hear, again and again.

The priests will say the god is near, they will whisper
the name of the god, and his name will be strong,
his name will be great, it will be marked high
on the rock slabs, above the other names.

When the tribe has fed, they will stand together
to chant the sacred name, the great god’s name.

Oh, it will be holy, women will clutch their babies,
others will pull their hair and shriek.

That night, the god will come in dreams,
this god who gives and takes away.

Mysterious will be his godly ways.

For another cup of the sweet new wine,
poets will praise that made-up god with words
that sound both wonderful and true.

Later, in the shadows, they will weep.

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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 a number of blog sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: http://www.pbase.com/1heart Essays on the Conscious Process: http://theconsciousprocess.wordpress.com/ Compiled Poetry and Prosetry: https://feelingtoinfinity.wordpress.com/ Verses and ramblings on life as it is: https://writingonwater934500566.wordpress.com/ Verses and Variations on the Investigation of Mind Nature: https://themindthatneverwas.wordpress.com/ Verses on the Play of Consciousness: https://onlydreaming187718380.wordpress.com/ Poetic Fiction, Fable, Fantabulation: https://themysteriousexpanse.wordpress.com/ Poems of the Mountain Hermit: https://snowypathtonowhere.wordpress.com/ Love Poems from The Book of Yes: https://lovesight.wordpress.com/ Autobiographical Fragments, Memories, Stories, and Tall Tales: https://travelsindreamland.wordpress.com/ Ancient and modern spiritual texts, creatively refreshed: https://freetransliterations.wordpress.com/ Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: https://westernmystics.wordpress.com/ Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: https://spiritguidesparrow.wordpress.com/ Thank You!
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6 Responses to Being Human

  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…

  2. SHAMANIC MECHANICS says:

    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!

      • SHAMANIC MECHANICS says:

        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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