Free Flowing

Even the smallest thing has its own special glow —
why speak of enlightenment when everything shines?
Light flowing into light, into more and more light still,
each one of our senses is a portal — open, open at will!
Every day is a festival of ten thousand changing things,
at night we float by thought through translucent scenes.
I can be a small boat cast far adrift on a shoreless sea,
or mount a white steed of clouds and gallop the skies
of eternity — my play is my work, my work my play,
the secret, my Friends, is a heart that roams free.
Stay wild like the breeze that lingers nowhere,
that caresses the world and then disappears!



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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