Campfire Song

That bittersweet music, the poignancy of recollection,
now washes over me — I feel the whole world, its history,
its wanting, its violence, its hope and inevitable collapse.
Without a doubt, nobody is excluded from this ceremony.

Here around the campfire it grows late, and we are
softened by the wine, we huddle together, dreaming.
If we were in any other world, it would be the same,
we will never escape the destiny we’ve set in motion.

Let’s sing together then, let’s join the chorus of souls
who get suddenly sober in this mortal remembrance,
who stare into the fire, musing, because to look up
into each other’s eyes now would be unbearable.

If any imagine that they are just casual bystanders,
that they are merely here to observe — please, Dears,
don’t fool yourselves — the time for that has passed,
your secret name is emblazoned here in the flames.

I see your face in the fire, it is always my own face,
for I have taken numberless forms, the infinite forms
of every being, sexual being, spirit being, hungry beings
who hide behind their names, scheming, wanting more.

One by one they are all vanishing now — the child, parent,
the husband and wife, the lover, hater, the killer, believer
and fool, the good and bad, all the joyful and sorrowful,
all are disappearing in the fire — let them go, let them go!

Let’s sing together then, let’s join the chorus of souls
who get suddenly sober through this remembrance,
who stare into the fire, musing, because to look up
into each other’s eyes now would be unbearable.

If we were hoping for lasting forgiveness, here it is.
Whatever we ever wanted — redemption — here it is,
flickering in the flames, an image consuming itself,
a memory turning to ash, a prayer gone up in smoke.

Oh, I want to be that one whose tears tumble down
and create new worlds, new galaxies of heart music
which will make the empty space break out smiling,
and no, I won’t look back because, at last, I’m home.

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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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