Author Archives: Bob OHearn

Spirit dons a cloak of illusion for obvious reasons. Do we really need to go into details? If so, then here is one story which lovers love to share: It’s a shutters-shut slice of late afternoon swoon-time. We are happy, … Continue reading →

You deliberately move towards yourself, yet disappear in the moving. In this way, only the light itself arrives. If you imagine nothing happens, you won’t be mistaken. Only the light waits expectantly, like a lover at the gate, for light … Continue reading →

“Emptiness here, emptiness there, but the infinite universe stands always before your eyes. Infinitely large and infinitely small; no difference, for definitions have vanished and no boundaries are seen.” ~ Seng T’san My Love, to attain this present birth we … Continue reading →

Dreamer, you are watching movies in your mind. You don’t even need to close your eyes. Thoughts, memory associations, bits of soundtracks, ephemeral emotional states, ambivalent images of yourself that keep changing, fantasies of interpretation on perception — none of … Continue reading →

White light infiltrates me as I expand into it. The interpermeation of self and supreme — there are no words with which to say this. I am the one who writes down words. The interpermeation of self and supreme — … Continue reading →

The raw screech of the Hawk as it tears from the Hawk’s throat instantly unites the whole forest.   Outside of that piercing cry, in that startling moment, what else is there?   Likewise, big bang, wind chime, thunder clap, … Continue reading →

I rise to mate my voice with yours, Darling Poet of my heart, but in the gentle devastation of your presence, all my simple songs melt into silence and I stand here mute, lilting softly off balance against the background … Continue reading →

1. She is light, as light as a feather on the dog breath of God. If she allows anyone to lift her up, that is a good sign that they are in harmony with benign energies. 2. She has two … Continue reading →

In dreams I was the longed-for rain and you the fertile soil, and when I fell into your waiting field, eccentric flowers began to bloom and blossom, strange aromatic flowers which nobody had a name for, nor do they even … Continue reading →

In the dewy early mornings when I’m brewing the coffee up, many watchful beings – both from here and from beyond — come along in throngs to visit us, bestowing gifts of Gladness, of Happiness, and Joy. We welcome them, … Continue reading →