The world has turned blue. While a light mist is rising, Frogs sing their night song. . At Peace January 1, 2023 ⓒBearspawprint2023
Lightening flashes across my vision. If I hold my head at a particular angle, and do not focus directly,. I can identify what I see. Now the lightening lingers, shimmers, dazzling, superimposed over the optic neuritis skewed to ultra violet, beautiful and misleading. Sometimes stabbing pain is the price for such glory. Do the bees, with vision in ultra violet, pay a cost in pain? Is their price a short lifespan? The lightening is from another source, aural migraine, an infinite receding, pursued awareness, A samsara of all encompassing agony. Can I ride pain as Quan Lin, riding a Dragon, surfing the waves of suffering? Will my brain implode, bursting outward from my skull, a nightmare, a quasar-burst of light and waves and matter; radio resonating squeal? Or will it not? All the while the Stars scream, the constant, starry cicada song overwhelmed by the banshee screech that only I perceive. So intense the pain it squeezes the bile from my body in waves of vertigo, sailing up and down, and around, and around, whirling. No end to the spiral. Can I dance it all away, to fall in an exhausted heap? Must I dance on, whirling, screaming: When is there surcease? When is there sleep? Will the cat ever relinquish the Cursed Fiddle? . To soar as Buzzards, as Eagles, must we eat carrion? Bear December 13, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
We are older, now,
Than a little while ago.
The days drift with grace.
Bear December 12, 2022
Eats The Heart Has neared Completion The laying A terrible bed Not for rest Or refuge More terrible Than ever Imagined There is No way away I must repose In the Bed that has Become as Burning Lies Coals lighting A truth Of false Trust Belief in Kindness Spreads Choking smoke Concealing The flames Words of love Flutter, soft And dark As silken ashes More fool Am I, to Repose on Burning lies Soft coverlets Of ashes Shadows On ashes Nightly words Written And sent In bad faith. My hopeless Hope Snugs Fiery emptiness Close Morning will dawn Cold and true While Eats The Heart Pretends Drifting ashes And a bed Of coals Are the comfort Hidden by Blowing smoke So Cold So Alone Agawela October 5, 2022 ⓒBearspawprint2022
Hard rain is falling. Dogs are hiding from thunder. The storm will soon pass. . Afternoon Rain Bear July 19, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Distant thunder rolls. Wet trees glitter in moonlight, While the soft rain falls. . Bear July 18, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Visible in dawn, The Cardinal, wearing red, Whispered, "Pss pss. Pss." . Cardinal Agawela 11June2022 ©Bearspawprint2022 Those words are a Cardinal language greeting.
Bright sun through droplets Reveals a dazzling forest Of sparkling small trees. . Agawela 10June2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Thunder rolls I fade Into shadow Flowing Away in Night rain Wrapped In the scent Of exotic White Flowers Rolling thunder Carries me I am heavy Sorrowing Grieving An echo Growing distant My whispers Are rumbling Waves resonating Into flowing Night shadow . Agawela 27May2022 ©Bearspawprint2022
Red-orange darkness Glows with mystery behind Black silhouette trees. . Eclipse May 16, 2022 ©Bearspawprint2022