Author Archives: Bob OHearn

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 several other sites you may enjoy: Photo Gallery: Essays on the Conscious Process: Poetry and Prosetry: Writings from selected Western Mystics, Classic and Modern: Free Transliterations of Spiritual Texts: Wisdom of a Spirit Guide: Thank You!

Something More

There is a restlessness we can’t tame, it rules us despite our practiced pieties. It’s beyond desire, not as easy to frame and name, but as it is, no matter what we have, we always want something more. Don’t resist, … Continue reading

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A warm and lazy August afternoon, and I am sitting in the shade on a wooden bench right outside the local SaveMart. It occurs to me that, although everything is mysteriously connected, not everything is a poem. No matter — … Continue reading

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At the still point of union this mysterious cross blossoms, billowing ecstatically, manifesting the impossible resolution of the heart’s endless yearning, as horizontal and vertical intersect, and Shakti dances on Shiva’s chest. You stand before me in your revelation body … Continue reading

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Suppose this world is like an enormous motion picture set. Let’s call it “Rear Window”. Just so, today you are Jimmy Stewart. It’s a good day. All is well! Look, you have a large pair of binoculars. Splendid! God is … Continue reading

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Adventures of a Confident Mimic

When the mind first encounters the concept of awakening, it becomes intrigued. Imagine — Buddhahood in this very life! That, despite the fact that it has no direct understanding of “Buddha”, or even “life” for that matter, except for the … Continue reading

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The Choice

We tend to compulsively rehash our history, feeding ourselves on those now-stale offerings, expecting the known, and receiving only that. Imagining that our personal story represents identity, we habitually re-confirm our belief in the character we created, the one of … Continue reading

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The Unforgiven

There are rooms in the mansion of memory where all of the innocent ghosts linger. They are waiting patiently there for me — the unforgiven. With each remembrance, I open another door. Here they stand, not as they really are, … Continue reading

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