Author Archives: Bob OHearn

Before he went to bed each night, he enjoyed gazing at the moon, loving its solitude and purity. In the morning, he despaired of being human. His one motivating ambition: a fresh cup of coffee. Without coffee, a lot of … Continue reading →

Now that the pain has returned with full force, you spend more time sleeping in your chair. I sit next to you, watching the candle you lit earlier as it burns steadily down, releasing a delicate perfume which fills the … Continue reading →

1. The room is immense, and filled with ghosts. There is no special time — for all we know, it may have always been like this. We are moving aimlessly about in the dark, occasionally brushing against each other. Mostly … Continue reading →

When we found each other again in this life, we determined we would celebrate our love by making every day a special one. Just so, Monday became Marvelous Monday, and then Terrific Tuesday, Wonderful Wednesday, Thrilling Thursday, and so forth. … Continue reading →

He found a smooth flat rock by the river and sat down. Many days passed, then weeks, months, years. Little by little, everything began to reveal itself, impressing him with the evidence that all is well. At last he stood … Continue reading →

Today my thoughts are slippery eels, it’s futile trying to hold one. Still, if I could detach from this form-body right now, I’d expand out to the mystery place where one universe collides with another. I wouldn’t be thinking about … Continue reading →

It’s not uncommon for human societies to be divided into lower, middle, and upper classes.   If the old cliche is true — “as above, so below” — then let’s imagine, strictly for entertainment purposes, an afterlife divided into lower, … Continue reading →

We were out flying swiftly through this whatever it is — air, sky, space, mind. We are a song, a bird, a thought, a bliss, we’re looking down at the beings looking up. We can’t tell which is which, we’re … Continue reading →

At first we say “my mind” in the same way we might say “my foot” or “my eyes”. If we reflect on it at all, we typically imagine this mind is an amorphous something floating around inside the brain. Later, … Continue reading →

For every time we wound another, I’ve heard there are corresponding scars that mark our souls.   If so, I despair — what a bloody mess we must appear as we wander the echoing halls of the long hereafter, exposed … Continue reading →