Saturday, 22 July 2017

Heart of One

When one develops 
The capacity for 
For and through
Their own 
The suffering 
Can no longer
Be seen 
As tolerable

What could one
To learn?
The belief
That those entrenched
In life on the street
Just "get a job"
And, by the way,
Stop using drugs
Or, they "deserve" 
Their fate. 

R. O'Neill (July 22, 2017)

Friday, 21 July 2017

Seat of Stillness

Far beyond distraction's
Evan that of
The most staggering beauty
Which though breath-abating
In it's own right
Still denies 
The sweet embrace
And the kiss of origin
Found in the quietude 
Of the soul's
Natural habitat
One need be willing
To renounce
Attachment to 
The day's drama & chaos
More important still
That of his or her own
Deep with the sub-strata
Caves and grottos'
Invisible to eyes
Filled with the turbulence
Of a world
Lost in the conscious cacophony 
Of it's unconscious terror
Safely nestled therein
One can avail themselves
To the ambrosial nectar
Of divine intimacy
By the hand
Of Creation
Your each respiration
And heart beat
Drawn from 
The very breath 
And Pulse

Rob  O'Neill (July 21, 2017)

Thursday, 20 July 2017

Heart's Desire

Holy Mother
I call upon you
Please hear my prayer
I offer to you
All of my heart
I ask that your hand 
Oversee the tilling
Please direct your
Unequalled compassion
Upon those places 
Allowed to become, ensnared in thorns
May it once again
Become a fertile ground
To receive 
And transmit
 Unconditional Divine Love
Breath once again 
To barren soil
Massage arid wasteland
Until again malleable
To become love's vessel
I am 
 Blossoming potential
Beseeching your 
Loving catalyst
To bolster
My intention
Serve Creation

If it be Thy Will

Let it be Done

R. O'Neill (July 20, 2017)

Wednesday, 19 July 2017

Buried Treasure

Once my mind 
Was duly occupied
I assigned it a pin
And a few dozen 
Legion of angels 
Issuing the challenge 
Go ahead 
Stack away!!

What can now be expected
Of the meditation/mystery tour
As I sink fully and completely
Into the cushion beneath me
Hey I am fully supported
And how deliciously 
Sensual and intimate
Why hello there
"Come here often"
Of course you do
Heart of my heart 
What a delight
To meet this way

A pathway you say?
Okay .. let's go
Won't be needing these shoes 
Wow the cool moist
Mossy leaf strewn
Is such a joy 
Each step
Draws me more deeply 
Into the earth
While the tree-drenched
Air envelops me
Head to toe
Enticed deeper into the forest
By the crystalline staccato 
Of distant water
Beckoning a rendezvous
Arriving at the pristine waters
There upon it's banks
A large stone
That has been sculpted 
By time itself
And warmed by 
the morning sun
Lying there 
I can both 
See the upstream
And catch 
My image
Cast in my direction
By the fathomless abyss
Of the stream's 
Reflective eye
There is 
A unfamiliar but welcome
Love and compassion
Up from the still
The rippling waters
Are trance inducing
No longer 
Able to discern
Waking consciousness
What is then serving
As my awareness
Is impressed 
By the message 
I'm to receive 
That are to be
Impressed directly 
Into my heart
I am 
First visited
By a beautiful fairy
With silken wings
And breath-stealing
Emerald eyes
Doorways to the very
Life essence of the forest
She gives me 
Three acorns
Strength, Wisdom, Integrity
Next to visit 
A formless luminous spectre
Which presented a harp
 Seek "Harmony"
From far beneath
The surface
Air bubbles
Broke the surface
Then stillness
As a mermaid
Herself skyward
And landed gently 
Upon the rock's surface
Right along side me
In her out stretched hands
Was the most exquisite Lotus
Rebirth, purity, spiritual awakening 
The mirrored surface of the stream 
Came to a rolling boil
Stirred by the undulating power
Of a dragon 
Whipping the water
Into a frothy nog-like state
As it made its way to the water's edge
It's scales gleamed an iridescent 
Rainbow's smile
From one massive clawed appendage
I was handed the most magnificent sword
Courage, Valour, Power and Compassion
The final visitor 
Betrayed it's stealth
As hooves hammered
A tell-tale rhythm
Before it's head broke 
Through the glade
A unicorn
The most radiant 
Of white
With a horn 
That refracted 
The sun
As does the most
Perfectly chiseled 
Gem's facet
From the Unicorn
The most
Complete transmission
Of Unconditional Love
Misguided concerns
of worthiness
Were vanquished instantaneously
As I stirred from 
My previous trance state
And began the return trek
And my mind
Began to assert itself
Having tired 
Of counting angels
It began to cast
Upon the events 
That had so recently
Hadn't they?
It was then
That my heart 
Began to beat 
Such that I was 
Sure it could be heard
Across the room
Across the nearly 
Faded veil
Left upon my consciousness
"All the treasure is in your chest." 

R. O'Neill (July 20, 2017)

Tuesday, 18 July 2017

Legions of the Heart

Though the annals, 
Of history,
Are replete, 
With battlefield glory.
Which foist,
Warrior champions,
Into the limelight.
The day is dawning. 
When a new form, 
Of warrior. 
Will enter the arena.
Though most certainly, 
There have been, 
Those scattered throughout time.
With the exception,
Of a notable few,
These would truly,
Be the "unsung heroes."*
Warriors of the Heart.
The time is upon us.
That will reveal,
That the most sophisticated,
Technological weaponry,
Along with the most, 
Brilliant of military strategy,
Is futile and obsolete.
Until the tipping point,
Is reached.
The heart warriors,
Will be called upon,
To embody and enact,
What might seem,
Superhuman courage.
As they sidestep, 
The temptation,
To engage in the status quo. 
To these stalwart warriors,
Warfare and battlefield insanity,
Will simple be unconscionable. 
The power of their stand,
Will be wildly unpopular,
In the beginning.
They may well encounter,
Huge resistance, 
From those that would,
Wish to uphold, 
Their perceived stations,
This will call, 
The warriors of the heart,
Into their full power.
As they refuse,
To succumb,
Their demonstration,
Of true power,
Will touch and inspire others, 
Whose numbers,
Will multiply exponentially.
These are the, 
Women and men,
That are poised, 
To write, 
The history books, 
of tomorrow.

*the context "heroes" is used here presumes no particular gender 

R. O'Neill (July 18, 2017)

Monday, 17 July 2017

Ready.. Set.. Go!

You must trust. 
That once, 
You have left, 
The familiar ground,
Below your feet.
That you will, 
Be carried. 
Upon gossamer wing.
Soaring high above, 
And beyond,
The chasm.

Unless this is,
Not what happens at all.
Subsequent to the launch,
There is a rather,
Undignified pratfall.
Could be said then,
To not guarantee, 
or underwrite,
The proverbial, 
Rather than, 
Paralyzing fear.
Eyes fixed.
The fateful crash.
Tying the hands,
Of Creation.
With a rigid, 
Faith is. 
Trusting in.
 New beginning.
The leap. 
Can be made.
With no fear. 
Of the crash.
Or form of outcome. 

R. O'Neill (July 17, 2017)

Sunday, 16 July 2017

Something of a Fuss About Nothing

What can I say 
About nothing?
Well already, I've
Said something.
So then, from 
Comes something.
I'm not 
Trying to make
Out of nothing.
To point out.
There is, 
Always nothing.
Before something.
Comes about.
 Isn't nothing then,
Something of 
A doorway?
Isn't it peculiar then,
That before something,
There is nothing to worry about.
And once there is something,
It's too late to worry! 
And worry will get you nothing.

Now what of that door?
It is nothing.
And means nothing.
It is first opened
And then 
One must step through
Something, can occur.
And you can,
and you will, 
Go somewhere.
The door 
In and of itself,
Will be woefully,
To offer, 
Anything in the way, 
Of a detailed, 
Of where it leads.
But it
Most assuredly, 
Will take you 
So you will choose
This door, 
With not nearly,
Enough information.
Most of 
What is in store,
Will not be revealed,
Until the choice,
Is made.
Nothing changes
If, nothing changes.
Failing at doing something,
Less painful than,
Succeeding at doing nothing. 

R. O'Neill (July 16, 2017)

Saturday, 15 July 2017

My Heart Song

Deciding my heart visualization
Needed updating
I found this
Yes both
This graphic
An Accurate 
My heart 
As I currently 
See it

The most exquisite garden
By my estimation
A wild eclectic

It's innate beauty
Is a composite
Of seemingly
 Not immediately
Imagined to cohabitate 
Yielding a woven
That is nothing 

When seen in this light
What a glorious
In this sacred garden
Is out of place
It would 
Not exist 
As it does
Without each of 
It's elemental constituents
It can easily be seen
As far greater 
The sum 
Its parts

This is my heart
With which 
I am most 
This is a love story
That spans 
a lifetime
And is only
Just begun

R. O'Neill (July 15, 2017)

Friday, 14 July 2017

Unveiling Poetry

One could wax romantic
Shrouded in the ethereal embrace
Of the descending mists
For a moment 
Safe from 
Any pressing threat
From an unseen world
Held in
A blanketed cocoon
Preparing for a stunning

But what if 
The prevailing feelings 
Restless, irritable and discontent
The "shroud"
Might then occur
To be 
The confines of
An asphyxiation inducing 
Snow globe 
That defies 
The light of day

Creativity offers 
A vast palette
With which worlds
Are erected
Lives resurrected
Heroes emerge victorious
Against all odds 
Dreams are seeded
While the means 
Are conceived 
For their realization

That same energy 
Can be given 
A perverse twist
In an attempt
To create
A "silk purse"
From "a sow's ear"
No good
Can be realized 
From this deception

In a fog
The ensuing frustration
Unable to see 
The next step
Never mind the horizon
Incites deep seated rage
I could embrace
The Mystery
But I want 
A Damn answer
I could 
Say a dozen Hail Mary's 
In a sweat lodge 
of which 
I revere deeply
Now I honour
The rant

 My soul
Can no longer
Contain concern 
For the sensibilities 
Of repression
Yours or mine
This to shall pass...
Great... When?
Just go with the flow...
I am
And what is flowing
What the fuck
Is going on?
That needs to be said...
Dark in the hallways.
Another door will open.
Bloody lovely.
Right Now.
While I stand here.
Can tell me
I'm wrong
When I say
Now (how's that for being "in the moment")
It's not 
Working for me!!

I suppose 
Where would be 
If the road ahead
Was straight & clear.
At times.
The moving of mountains,
Is so indiscernible. 
That claims, 
Of mustard seed size quantities,
or truck loads, 
Of Faith.
Seem dubious.

All well to, 
Not hide my light,
Under a bushel.
My path. 
It's of no heavenly (or earthly) good,
To hide it, 
Under bullshit either.

Haven't heard that scripture?
I'm back. 
Exercising my, 

R. O'Neill (July 14, 2017)

Thursday, 13 July 2017

Heart's Renaissance

How could I not see you
The audacity
of your 
Commanding presence 
 Patiently have you waited
While it seemed
More pressing 
That I devote my attention
To bricks & mortar
Engineered at all levels of being
I simply renounced
The idea of paradise
Convinced of the need 
Of Fortification
Before I fell prey
To the Scourge
Real or imagined
I would not fall
Until I could
No longer 
Run fast enough
Or far enough
No wall high enough
To quell 
The pain of separation
I looked 
Around the confines 
Of my cell
Dark, dank, dismal 
How then could 
I invite you
In here
How strange to discover
The door I was invited to knock on
Was to that of my own prison
Freedom offered incrementally
Beginning with 
Allowing your light 
Passage, through my now open door
Your grace and understanding
The voracity with which I clung
To the familiar darkness
Only when invited 
You began to sweep clean 
A heart turned hovel
Restoring it once again 
To a more hospitable dwelling
The remaining walls
Proved no match
For the power
Of a Love 
So complete
My request
Of dismantling
While transforming
All that 
Was misaligned
Now in full view
Your magnificence
Catches short my breath
And reverberates through my heart
I live now
To sing your praises
And embody your grace
Won't you please
Abide in 
And guide me through
A heart seeing as you

R. O'Neill (July 13, 2017)

A Time for Love

Are "great minds"
To define for the world 

Impeccable articulation
Unassailable intellect
Our history's
Darkest chapters 

The greatest heart
Might belong
To someone
Thought to be
"Functionally illiterate"

Would it be presumed
That the most
Powerful purveyors of love
Have come and gone?

Are  Opportunities
To love
Screening, categorizing, scrutinizing
 Situational appropriateness

Who decided 
Is a Many Splendoured Thing
and then
Wrote "The book of Love"
To confound and complicate

If love heal all hurt
The overwhelming choice

Love thy neighbour
Return to Love
Only Love
Love is my Religion
All You Need is Love
You are love

Enough rhyme
Plenty of reason
Outlines & paradigms
Great minds 
Must unite 
With courageous hearts

R. O'Neill  ( July 13, 2017)

Wednesday, 12 July 2017

Pledging Peace

While it's considered,
We are all one.
Where I begin, and you end.

The boundary. 
Not for exclusion.
Simultaneously and decisively.
Definitive and permeable.

I was given. 
The sacred responsibility.
This life.

I have: 
Abandoned & Denied
Renounced & projected
The gift, bestowed, by my Creator.

I have:
Rescued & care-taken
Been martyr & victim
My "gallantry" poised - to consume your dignity.

I envision.
Interaction and social transaction,
Based on,
Purity of intention.

Mine or Yours?
Not possessive inventory.
Establishes definitive Soul directives. 

Armistice my design.
Through a reconciliation,
Steeped in,
Truth and forgiveness. 

I therefore,
May carry your groceries.
I leave you to embrace your guilt.

Where spectres
Of shame, anger or inadequacy,
May still reside for me,
This is my rodeo.

The honour and dignity.
And individual sanctity. 
Paramount for ushering,
A ceasefire for one (& for all).

I will be love's vessel.
Praying for your release,
From your personal armageddon.
I didn't create it - can't resolve it.

With all my heart and soul,
I believe in, 
Your innate strength, 
And the gifts your walk will yield.

Not attained,
 unconditional surrender.

There is .
To be no loser.
In a truce.
Arbitrated in Love for all.

R.O'Neill (July 12, 2017)

Tuesday, 11 July 2017


Beyond imminent
It is done
A reclamation
A sacred responsibility 

A declaration
Of ability
With which to respond
To self, in love

 I sought
Outside myself
Though never another's,
To grant or deny

Please forgive me now.
This trespass.
As I in kind,
Forgive self-transgression.

At heart's hearth a tale,
Of a heroes journey.
A quest beyond the pale,
 The grail located closer than imagined.

What a joy it is,
To rest,
In a heart,
With all the comfort of home.

It it my great pleasure.
To share, 
A well furnished hearth.
Thank you, but you need bring, nothing.

R. O'Neill (July  11, 2017) 

Monday, 10 July 2017

Face to Face

Who will blink?
This day. 
Writing meets. 
A "stare down."

Read it. 
If you want,
It's not for you.
But it could be..

Want inspiration?
Not to be found here.
What do I know?

Don't look for meaning.
It's articulated empty.

Not a concern, 
For quality.
Save your critique.
It's shit.

I stare,
At a blank wall.
I let fly.
This is what stuck.

Voices of opposition,
Wailing in descent,
This is just wrong.
I won't blink.

Creativity in exile.
Internal committee.
Judge, jury and executioner.

Unadulterated crap.
Will be allowed. 
To stand as art.

Liberation offered,
To a voice, 
Massaged by,
Fear of crucifixion.

External approval.
Will never quiet. 
An unknown.

Save Face.

I won't blink.
This shit.
Going live..

Is at, 
Stake here.

Until it's realized.
Will not.

R. O'Neill (July 10, 2017)