healing – Longing for Autumn

The Door into Healing

December 20, 2022December 20, 2022 by Bob Oberg

As we approach the end of the year I have been contemplating the next step on my spiritual journey, wrestling with the imperative to simplify with my desire to do many things. I recalled my poem “Many Arrows“, feeling the courage to be divided no more and embark on an ambitious agenda in the new … Read more

The Clearing

February 8, 2022 by Bob Oberg

What is this feeling that fills my heart That opens my soul and lifts my eyes To the cream-colored clouds and the clearing skies? I think I too may be clearing After a stormy passage and a silent song The aching emptiness of a world gone wrong A desire to love and a fear to … Read more

The Formal Feeling

February 3, 2022January 24, 2022 by Bob Oberg

The Formal Feeling She called it the formal feeling For me it has no name For us both it is a healing Coming after pain. She is gone now Her fear has ceased Her pain is over She is at peace. I am holding that feeling Fragment though it be Filled with a sense of … Read more

A Prayer for Unity

May 2, 2023July 20, 2021 by Bob Oberg

This morning an expected meeting was unavoidably cancelled and I had a chance to reflect on what is of really deep concern in my life now. Given the tragic situation in the world in many dimensions I felt drawn to share this poem that came to me last year.

Love’s Return

June 4, 2021 by Bob Oberg

This morning, after several days of feeling quite good and strong, I experienced a mini-meltdown. I don’t know where the feelings came from, but there was grief and some immature thoughts. Then I remembered a dark time from many years ago when a poem came. I would like to share it with you today.

The Tear

June 1, 2021 by Bob Oberg

I have been so busy of late. I got out of my regular morning routine of some spiritual reading, prayer and meditation before breakfast, and listening to music during breakfast. For example, I would have breakfast in my office and multi-task doing something at the computer while eating. I took time off over the long Memorial Day weekend, and this morning did my old regular routine for the first time in a long while. At one point, while listening to music, I dissolved in tears that had no apparent locus. And I remembered this poem.