Author Archives: Bob OHearn

We could have chosen any parking place, but the choice of course was out of our hands. In the golden light of a late Sunday afternoon, we turned off the motor and together faced the obvious fact: above, below, and … Continue reading →

“A man and a woman sit near each other, and they do not long at this moment to be older, or younger, nor born in any other nation, or time, or place. They are content to be where they are, … Continue reading →

  Ah, Beloved, Beautiful Heart — shall we once more disembark, far from the daze of hazy dreams, wan emissaries of the Mystery Queen, between our words on this flat screen and mind imagined, sight unseen?   We tumble now … Continue reading →

The Absolute dons a cloak of illusion to wander like a fascinated botanical tourist through the luscious garden of its own creation, redolent with the scents of life, death, pleasure, pain, and all the vivid richness that sentient beings crave … Continue reading →

The miracle of this emptiness becoming Self-aware: it cannot be forced by effort or strategy, which only spawn a complementary resistance. Rather, it is only by relaxing completely into it in total trust and surrender, released of all motive to … 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 →

You showed me a dog-eared book from your college days, an anthology of poetry which you somehow kept throughout all your moves because you loved it. When I opened the pages, I saw where you had used a yellow marker … Continue reading →

From the silent depths of the fathomless void, love calls out to itself, and love answers in these shining forms of you and I.   Without fear or hesitation we wander into the innermost chorus of this love call, answering … Continue reading →

During the deep forest night as we soundly sleptour house embarked on a journey through space we knew when we woke that something had changedwhen we looked out the window and Saturn flew by it was just like the pictures … Continue reading →

1.   All across these mountain ranges, streaking madly from a whirling vortex of sky and sea, great winds blow up and everything breaks into ecstatic praise — all flying things, flimsy leafy fronds, tall falling firs, torn flags pointing … Continue reading →