Author Archives: Bob OHearn

Ecstatic energy circulates in the heart raising the arms it flows out the hands it spirals out to touch all sentient beings everything is waiting for that one touch the more flows out, the more flows in! Feel the glad … Continue reading →

There is a subtle nerve which streams electric from the base of my spine up to my crown — that is your divine playground, and I bow to you! I never saw you, though you magically appear as everyone and … Continue reading →

These days, some talk of exploring their shadow as if they were medical researchers in a library earnestly studying a dark, exotic affliction. Perhaps it is actually the shadow which wants to explore itself, with the same desire as an … Continue reading →

(For Mazie) Sometimes one day just seems to fade into the next until they can’t be told apart, they become a river bearing its contents swiftly to the sea, all just a single moving, flowing thing, but then on one … Continue reading →

Before we knew it, the sons and daughters of our parents had grown old themselves. Some are even intermingled with the ghosts, some have gone beyond and returned, and now they run up and down and jump and play, barely … Continue reading →

Happy Good Morning, my darling little Friend, Happy Dog Day to you, my dearest little Darling, last night you snuggled so warmly between us, was there any other bliss than that, and now you are so beautiful this morning, yes, … Continue reading →

Inevitably it comes to this — perhaps unexpected, though not really. It seems clocked into the mechanism, an insistent sort of ticking, timing itself out, inexorably, now impervious to desire, to will, and then the slow boil of memory bubbles … Continue reading →

Do not wonder about the fate of humans. Though everything inevitably changes, some things seem to stay the same.   Perhaps a small portion of humanity will remain after the great culling, enough to begin repopulating the last of the … Continue reading →

If you glanced out your front window and saw me walking towards your door, you might imagine that you know me, that I have a familiar look, a friendly face when you least expected to see or know one — … Continue reading →

Among the living, my eyes are open; among the dead, my eyes are open still; among the thieves, I’ve holes in my pockets; among the liars, I am almost believed; among the fruits, I’m the one falling, though I never … Continue reading →